Right....
I'm reading all about mental disorders and so on...Where is it written that a mental disorder means that a person need not take responsibility for their actions? Skidmark says he knows all about his 'condition/s' and he is obviously intelligent (sic?) yet by doing f-all about moderating his actions, he ensures that 'normal' people will continue with their perception that marginalised people need to pull their heads in, HTFU, get a life, etc.
The so-called ADD/ADHD...never existed when I was young. Inattentive and naughty kids...certainly - there were ways of dealing with them, and it wasn't from the chemist. The correlation between slipping standards of self/discipline and the rise of diagnoses of ADD cannot be ignored. As a means of opting out of personal responsibility for oneself's actions, it can't be beaten. No wonder it is rife in these days of 'enlightenment'.
What is really unfortunate is that those with genuine issues get put in the same category as those who are simply self-centred.
A joke, sure, but an element of truth....
As the Xmas season draws nigh, foretelling the end of over a full month of Commercial Christmas, there is a special urgency in the spirits of children as they visit toy stores and toy departments all over the country.
It was with particular urgency that little Wilbert dragged his mother to the toy department in a big department store. Mother quickly steered Wilbert into the line of children waiting to talk to Santa, but Wilbert was far more interested in the hobby horse.
As soon as his mother relaxed her vigilance for a moment, Wilbert vanished from the Santa queue and began rocking back and forth on the hobby horse. His mother noticed his absence, and after a quick, frantic search, spotted him on the horse. She let him rock for a few minutes, then told him it was time to get off. Wilbert ignored her. She began to beg but Wilbert paid no attention. She began to make promises of ic cream and lollies etc, if only Wilbert would get off the hobby horse. He stuck his nasty little tongue out at her.
Then Santa himself, who had been watching this little family drama out of the corner of his eye, stepped over and said to Wilbert's mother, "Perhaps I can persuade your son to cooperate." "I doubt that," said the mother, "but you're welcome to try."
Santa, with a big smile, whispered quietly into Wilbert's ear. Wilbert's eyes grew very large, he quickly slid off the horse and took his mother's hand. Together, with no fuss, they left the store.
As they drove home, Mum asked Wilbert what Santa had whispered to him. Wilbert was silent. She began offering bribes if Wilbert would only tell her what Santa's words were. Wilbert turned pale and wouldn't utter a word.
What had Santa said? Wilbert's mother was determined to find out. She had never been able to get the kid to obey that easily, and decided it was worth a great deal of effort on her part to discover what magic Santa Claus had used on Wilbert.
She continued to bribe him with a soft voice and much cajolery, and Wilbert's stubborn streak finally faded. What did Santa say? Wilbert now answered: "He said, 'Listen, you little cunt, if you don't climb your ass the hell the fuck off that horse right this second, I'm going to beat the living crap out of you!'"
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