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> Scenario: Jack pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack.
>
> 1956 - Vice Principal comes over, takes a look at Jack's rifle, goes to
> his car and gets his to show Jack.
> 2006 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail
> and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for
> traumatized students and teachers.
>
> Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.
> 1956 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up
> best friends. Nobody goes to jail, nobody arrested, nobody expelled.
> 2006 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge
> them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.
>
> Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.
> 1956 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by Principal.
> Sits still in class.
> 2006 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. School
> gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.
>
> Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his father's car and his Dad gives
> him a whipping.
> 1956 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to
> college, and becomes a successful businessman.
> 2006 - Billy's Dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster
> care and joins a gang. Billy's sister is told by state psychologist that
> she remembers being abused herself and their Dad goes to prison. Billy's
> mom has affair with psychologist.
>
> Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some headache medicine to
> school.
> 1956 - Mark shares headache medicine with Principal out on the smoking
> dock.
> 2006 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car
> searched for drugs and weapons.
>
> Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.
> 1956 : Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.
> 2006 : Pedro's cause is taken up by state democratic party. Newspaper
> articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a
> requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit
> against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned
> from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing
> lawns for a living because he can't speak English.
>
> Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the 4th of July,
> puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a red ant bed ..
> 1956 - Ants die.
> 2006 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic
> terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home,
> computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is
> never allowed to fly again.
>
> Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee.
> He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary, hugs him to comfort him.
> 1956 - In a short time Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
> 2006 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She
> faces 3 years in State Prison.

***I keep reading or atleast I think I am reading about people who do not believe in gay marriage, but say God can decide on judgement day in one form or another. Well if you are a GOD fearing citizen and believe that GOD was man's creator then wouldn't you also believe that GOD can one day be our destructor. I am only wondering on thoughts here, like if you do not believe in gay marriage, why would you agree to it. Is that not ignoring the fact that you do not believe in it. Obviously I don't know what is truely right or wrong in GOD's Eyes or if in fact I believe in something or someone that may or may not exist. However, I know what my own heart tells me is right or wrong not that it is in anothers eyes, but I wouldn't vote against my own beliefs. I guess it would be easier to know what was truely right, so we don't lead to our own destruction. This isn't all about gay marriage. I am just thinking about all the things that we allow based on "rights". Like the lawyers who get murderers off the hook. The way people ignore and cover up crimes. The way we allow women to have abortions. The list can go on and on and everyone has to make their own moral judgement of wether or not it is right or wrong. We all can only answer for our selves I understand that. I guess my real question is... How many things can or will be allowed, before GOD decides human's were a mistake and destroys us? Yes, again I understand that it all depends wether or not you believe in him or not and I know there are alot of wonderful and kind hearted people that do anything for everyone, but when is it that we push the envelope to far? How many things will be forgiven? Does he forgive everything? I am not typing this in anger either, just in question. I figured I would state so before I start verbal war on here. All responses are welcome, I am just wondering.***

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children
on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold
sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the
school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several
Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my

son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between

cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18
years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but
are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in
the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month
of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint
resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television
that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a
refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can
hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy"
to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and
three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of
power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the
living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice
seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only
be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough
time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the
luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being
served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten
the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a
vegetable? It will
clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if
you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding
payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet

under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and
come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave
crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my
children young enough to believe in Santa.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know*

Well, I'm not sure how to start this, but here goes. My parents raised me to be very respectful to everyone. I was taught to look a person in the eye when I spoke and all adults with the exception of grandparents and Aunts and Uncles, were to be called Mr & Mrs (last name). I find more and more parents lately DO NOT want to be called Mr & Mrs, because it makes them feel "old"?! or they say, it's not like I am a teacher or something (yeah I tend to find myself lost for words and shaking my head) I have tried telling some of them, that I just want my child to grow up respectful and in the end my child has to call them Mr. or Mrs. (first name rather than last name). I am also called by my first name by all of the children and it annoys me. I ask them not to call me that, but it changes nothing. Do children even know what Ma'am and Sir are anymore, because I use them all of the time. At times I do get the chuckle with someone saying I made them feel old, and I simply appologize and tell them I was mearly trying to show them respect. Does anyone else see respect slipping through the cracks or have a personal experience on this topic?