Again.
To many YOUNG MEN have never been taught how to be a man or was never given a chance to be MEN.
Example of how this shat started............That ADD shat.
EVERY BOY in grade school that sneezed out of turn in the 1990's was labeled with this crap if they showed any signs of being a boy with a lot of enegry. What did these mofos do? They drugged them up and made them passive drones in elementary school. By the time they was in middle and highschool, their heads was so screwed up, they didn't know which way to turn for fear of being labeled a "future woman beater" or a danger.
Mofos could not even play kickball or any of the usual boyish playground games on the playground because it was deemed "too violent." :smh:
The school system in my hometown gave my nephew that crap when he was in grade school. His mother, my little sis, didn't know until after the fact. That girl went up to that school and went the fugg off on those people. Bottom line is he didn't take that shat. He just knew that when class was in session, he needed to sit his little azz down and pay attention in class. SHE MADE THAT CLEAR.
Got his but whipped just like we did when the "clown bug" took over. :lol:
Man, when I was in middle school the majority of the boys in my class would play tackle football during recess. I'm talking about spring, fall or winter. It didn't matter. I remember I would come home with dirt and grass stains all over my clothes, and my mom would be pissed, and she would warn me not to play. But my grandfather would tell my mom to let me be because I was doing what boys do. LOL
I remember once during fourth grade report card pick up day, my teacher wrote on the inside of the document, "Kendrick has been chatting it up with several girls during class. Ah, Spring!
Now little boys will be sent to the office for calling their teacher cute. SMH.
Kids are wusses now as a result of over protective parents and guardians. I tell my older relatives, especially those with boys, "Hey, they are going to fall down, get dirty and bleed and hurt themselves. Let him play." It's part of the deal.
My mom didn't play. She had no mercy on the kid. I swear in all my life I've seen my mom cry or be sentimental only twice. There was one time she attended one of my high school baseball games. I was playing first and there was a pop up near the first base dugout. I dive head long into the dugout in an attempt to catch the ball. I missed and ended up banging my upper body really good. I lay in the dugout for about five minutes it seemed holding my everything.
I get up, dust myself off and limp back to my position, and notice my mom sitting in the bleachers stone faced. So I ask her after the game was she concerned about me possibly being injured. She said, "Why? Nobody told your dumb butt to jump in the dugout trying to imitate what you see on TV."
My mom treated me like a dad would treat their son when I was growing up.
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