DrGloomy, still lurking for a little bit, gonna get to actual writing soon. Always up for suggestions and general nattering.
AWW fuck yeah i made that thread pic
HERE'S SOME OC FROM ME
Find a little runt foal in a bottle. Abuse or wuv? I have to admit, for all my dark stories, i'd probably keep the little bugger myself. It's all about discipline, honestly. Just keep them from being a brat.
I was just showing how much I appreciated this gif,famalam.
After dinner we lay on the couch, mindlessly browsing Netflix. Riddick is playing with my fingers, kicking them with his good foreleg or moving them with his muzzle. We both sort of drift off to sleep on the couch. Eventually I pick Riddick up and place him on his bed. I slip my beanie between his legs to keep pressure off of his healing joint. He seems to like it, cuddling the cloth.
It's only 2200. Wow, the day feels longer. It's a little late, but not too bad. It's just starting to rain, a perfect night for a walk. I grab my jacket, gloves, and headphones. Stepping outside its pretty nice. It's only lightly raining, might even thunder. Always loved that. Pull out my phone, text Annalisa an apology for skipping out on our drink.
Just wander around my neighborhood for a while. Find myself at the same alley that I found Riddick a couple weeks ago. Why not check in, see if that terrible mare is still alive? Couldn't hurt. Stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets I make a sharp turn back down the alley. No fluffies in sight, a little disappointed to be completely honest. Clicking my tongue to see if that'll attract them. I wait for a few minutes, nothing.
Maybe they're dead or gone? I can try one more thing.
“Spaghetti for the first three fluffies that come!” I call out, my voice echoing down the alley. The rain picks up its pace. Shouldn't be a problem for the fluffies to hear me though. Another minute goes by. Then I hear it. The telltale rustle of garbage bags and softpads on concrete.
“Sketties?!” a mare calls out. Can't believe that bitch is still alive. She's pregnant already. “Hooman, gib skettis fow miwkies. Tummie babbehs nee' skettis. Tummie babbehs am best babbehs” I kneel down, to get a better look at her. The mare doesn't recognize me. A mangey looking Unicorn takes his place next to the mare.
WHOA WHOA WHOA is this a cont of this ?
One of mine, Folkin's Supply and Rentals, runs a couple of rooms like that, with the intention of making pampered, spoiled brats to sell to abusive buyers...
I'll apply them I I feel they'd fit with my Fluffs.
I'd think some that were brought up somewhat decently and spent a lot of time around humans would at least pick up some sort of different speech pattern.
“Dummeh hoomie, gib sketties nao.” he demands, puffing up his cheeks. “Speciaw fwiend an' Smawtie nee' sketties. Gib sketties!”
“I can't believe you're pregnant again. Just thought I would let you know, the foal I saved is doing well. He's strong and smart. Best baby.” The mare takes a step back. She's starting to realize who I am.
“Nu! Munsta poopie babbeh nee' fowewe sweepies. Hope die!” The Unicorn begins to look agitated, it puffs out its cheeks as well. And somehow puffing out his chest to look more intimidating.
“Gib sketties ow smartie gib biggest owchies.” He demands again. Standing up I begin chuckling. Glancing around I spy a shard of plastic, probably from a car bumper or something. I take it in hand, gently tapping my free palm. I laugh manically. The Unicorn charges me, biting at my ankle. He chews weakly, probably not even damaging my pants. The mare turns to run as her new mate attacks.
With a quick strike I knock the mare to the ground, probably crushing her hip in the process. She begins to whine, something about babies and big hurties. I kick the Unicorn off my ankle, sending the shitrat flying over the mare. Flipping the mare over I look her directly in the eyes. She shits herself as I touch her, but no big deal. The rain is washing it away slowly.
“No babies for you. You're the worst mother.” Raising the shard of plastic over my head, must of looked like a sacrifice out of Indiana Jones or something. “No babies for worst mother.” The sharp part pierces her stomach. She struggles to free herself, pitiful really.
“Nuu tummie babbehs!” She cries, the first understandable thing she's said since I decided to end this. Withdrawing the plastic, blood gushes out of the wound bringing with it some of her organs. Wiping the plastic off on her fluff I leave her to die. Turning to the smarty that is just getting up.
Reposting because I missed a screenshot.
Thanks for catching this.
“Munsta!” it cries, “Widdik munsta!” the Earth fluff begins to struggle in place, flapping its stumps uselessly. The panic in the Earth Fluff causes all of the other pillowfluffs to panic as well.
“Munsta! Go 'way munsta! Nu wan munsta pway!” another pillowfluff cries out. The green pillowfluff that triggered this whole event falls on its side, rolling towards Riddick. The black Alicorn flees before he is struck.
“Nu munsta! Widdik nice fwuffy... Wan fwiends an' pway!” he cries out, but his barely heard over the cries and panic. The green pillowfluff rests upside down against the wall of the safe room.
“Munsta make Mossie dizzy! Evewyfing bad upsy downsies! Munsta bad! Side huwties, munsta giff side owchies!” The pillowfluff is clearly in a panic, beyond consoling or calming down without human intervention. Riddick for his part runs behind the line of pillowfluffs and into the far corner, cowering under his forelegs. It is several minutes before the commotion calms.
“Munsta go!” one cheers. “Fwuffies safe fwom munsta.” Riddick sits in the corner alone, head down whimpering to himself.
“Wan Bwikk fwiend.” he mutters to himself quietly. Eventually the first round of feeding for the pillowfluffs comes.
A cheer of “Nummies and uppsies!” comes from the pillowfluffs.
“Put Mossie bak on piwwow?” the green pillowfluff asks straining to look at the human. They quickly right the pillowfluff. Each is moved to the little box in turn then fed. A handful of kibble is dropped near Riddick. The little Alicorn eats the best he can.
“Nuu hungry.” lamenting into his kibble as he lay down, trying to sleep through the loneliness. Soon the door to the pillowfluff room opens, the same care taker holding a familiar red Earth pillowfluff. Riddick picks his head up from the floor. “Bwikk?” He begins to trot towards the line of fluffs.
“Munsta bakk!” a yellow Pegasus calls out, her little wings flapping uselessly as the panic already takes hold. Brick looks around for the 'munsta' after he is safely on his own pillow.
“Munsta? Bwikk only see fwuffies an' Widdik...” Brick trails off as he gets a good look at the happy foal coming towards him. Head up with the horn prominently showing, wings fluttering in excitement. “M-munsta!” Brick cries out. Riddick begins to run towards his friend.
“Nu am munsta! Am Bwikk's fwiend, Widdik. Wan pway wiff bwokkies and huggie sweepies.” Riddick counters.
“Nuu munsta! Wan munsta go!” Brick cries out. The caretaker picks up Riddick, carrying him out of the saferoom.
“Nuu upsies! Widdik wan pway and fwiends.” he laments, breaking into a little sob. The caretaker puts Riddick into a Sorry Box. “Nuu sowwie box! Nuu! Widdik am good fwuffy, nu am munsta!” he pounds on the door of the Sorry Box as well as he can. His hoofpads rapping gently. A blanket is thrown over the Sorry Box.
“Nuu nuu dawkies.. Widdik good fwuffy... wan fwiend.. huu huu...” he slumps against the door, defeated. “Wan Daddeh. Wan Daddeh nao!” he cries out rubbing his forelegs against each other. “Nee liwwer box.”
Rousing himself, Riddick stands looking for the litter box in the Sorry Box. Finding none, obviously. He circles the dark box using his muzzle to find his way around, bumping into the walls with every other step. Finding himself in a warm spot, where he was laying originally.
“Nuu poopie box. Nu wan make bad poopies, but nee' ta make poopies.” He worries, clearly in a conundrum. “Sowwie Daddeh... Widdik make bad poopsies...” he squats down where he is, dropping a load in front of the door. “Now dawkies and nu smeww pwetty... Dummeh sowwie box, dummeh fwuffies...”
Ok, that should fix the plot hole.
At least I'm posting new shit instead of same good.
“Munsta hooman! Gib biggiest sowwie poopies!” he exclaims as he turns around. I toss the plastic at him, knocking the stallion to the ground again. He proceeds to shit violently all over himself.
“Stupid fluffy.” I laugh. “Now where's a heavy box...” The smarty isn't running so I have time to look. “Perfect.” a recycle box already filling with water. I dump it out on the smarty, who begins to shake to dry himself. “It's raining, you're not going to get dry.
“Dummeh hooman, smawtie dwy fwuff, den gib huwties tu dummeh hooman!” Picking him up by the scruff, much like I would do with Riddick, I drop him into the recycle box. Next I grab the slowly dying mare and drop her in there too. I turn to leave the alley.
“Peace.” I throw the peace symbol up. I guess there was some shit I needed to get out eh? Maybe I was just pissed at those other fluffies for hurting my little dude. Or maybe it's that wounded animal shit from school. Either way, its out now. Goodtimes awaits. Heard rumblings of fluffy treats. Can get one, give it to Riddick if he's being a good boy.
The falls harder, wind whipping up. As I get my food, and Riddick's snack, lightning breaks the sky.
“Very nice. Might be a lightning storm.” Always liked lightning, looks great in the sky. Hopefully I'll catch another glimpse of ball lightning. That was amazing to see. I take my time walking home. I get in the door, Riddick waiting. He's shaking in fear, crying.
“Daddeh! Widdik scawied! Wawa noise an' fwashies scawie.” I rush to the dining table, putting down my food. Riddick does his best to catch up to me. I pick him up, holding him tight to my chest. He is still crying.
It started in MLPG with a drawing a fluffy pony, greentext portraying fluffy ponies as dumb, fragile and accident-prone, more drawings of fluffy ponies, more greentext, which quickly turned from accidental deaths to abuse. MLPG and some early artists were turned off of the idea of fluffies by the abuse. Fluffies were banned from ponibooru, /mlp/ was a thing at this point so fluffy threads made their way to /mlp/ and /b/ and took on a life of their own. Fluffybooru was made, /fluffy/ was made, the currently generally accepted fanon was formed that fluffy ponies were genetically engineered pets created to capitalize on the success of MLP.
>~80 proof needed to ignite
>mfw not drinking everclear
Look at poor fags in russia using smirnoff.
There is no way to get him out of the bottle humanly.Might as well have fun with it
bronies invaded '/b/ in '11
75% of all post on /b/ were mlp faggots
In comes the chemo of fluffy,spammed in every thread/
Moot gets tired of the bronies spamming his inbox with cries to make it stop
moot being a huge faggot and likeing mlp made the containment board /mlp
Fluffy downed a bit,making a resurgance foa few months across years
Source: Shitposting brony threads with gore back in the day
Tell me how many people in 1000 that have the industrial means of cutting glass.
Why would you even want to get it out.Either way its going to get hit with glass from cutting it,same with breaking the glass. Stop being a pussy hugboxer and just have fun with its despair
For you Anon.
“Daddeh cowd...” he complains. Makes sense, I am almost soaked to the bone. I put him on the couch, wrapping a corner of a blanket around him. Returning dry he tries to crawl under my leg. Picking him up I set him on my chest. He buries his head still, the lightning storm is not kind to Riddick. I munch away, keeping a hand over Riddick so I can stroke his back. He calms slowly then curls up, falling into a deep sleep as I assume. He didn't wake up for the rest of the night.
I go to drop him off in his bed to find a pile of shit. Literally. Sighing I put him on my pillow. He's going to be punished for this, but how? I mean, people are phobic of lightning. Don't want to imagine how bad it would be for a fluffy, especially for a foal. I guess the frozen treat is going to have to wait.
It doesn't take me long to clean it up, the bed was designed to be shit on. I put him back in bed. Punishment can wait for now. The rain continues, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
Saturday begins slowly, the rain hasn't stopped yet but the lightning has stopped. That last part is fortunate. Riddick is actually up before I am. He's running around the apartment, playing with some socks that I left on the floor. When I finally put my glasses on I see that he's built a little wall at my bedroom door. He stands back a little, it seems he is admiring his work.
“Widdik stwong fwuffie!” he declares. He tries climbing, but his splint is too much for him to overcome. He becomes stuff. “Nuu.. wan cwime.” Slowly I climb out of bed, sneaking up on the foal. Lifting him by the chest I help him climb over the barricade. “Yay! Widdik an' Daddeh cwime!”
Oh you guys! Making me feel all warm inside.
I'm collecting all of the screenshots and stuff. Not really planning on posting it in a continuous work though. Thought it should be community owned.
I give my blessing to anyone who wants to collect it in one place.
knee deep shitposting
“Yup, we did.” Lifting him higher. “But we need to talk.” putting a damper on the morning. “Last night, when the lightning started.” Riddick looks up at me, head tilted. “The water flashes.” I rephrase. He nods, understanding. “You made bad poopsies in your bed.” His eyes shoot open, then he begins to mumble.
“Nu Widdik's fawt. Wawa fwashes biggiest scawie, nu Widdik fawt.” I put him on his bed. “Daddeh, Widdik sowwie, big sowwies.” he looks down. Tilting his head up I smack his nose lightly. This still sends the black and light grey foal sprawling onto the bed.
“That was for the bad poopsies.” He doesn't get up. It's breakfast time for both me and Riddick. I come back to the bedroom to collect Riddick for dinner. He's sitting up on the looking at me.
“Nu huwties Widdik!” He shouts as loud as he can. “Bad poopsies nu am fawt. Biggiest scawies make scawied poopsies. Nu am fawt.” I sigh, shaking my head at him.
“Do not raise your voice at me. Ok?” I tell him, crossing my arms. “I could of use the Sorry Stick but didn't. But I am thinking it is needed if you're going to have a bad attitude. The mention of the Sorry Stick brings him back into line. He scoots back on the bed.
“Nuu Sowwie Stikk! Widdik wub Daddeh. Pwease Daddeh...” he begs. At least he learned I guess. But I am going to have to keep an eye on him, don't want him developing into a smarty. For a couple reasons...
“It's ok little guy.” I smile, picking him up. “Just don't do it again.” Riddick nods vigorously, rubbing his muzzle against my thumb. Breakfast was quiet, it was nice. Light rain outside, bright, clear, and best of all a Saturday. Although, I think it is time for some proper toys. He can't be playing with my dice and socks now. But I can't be seen to reward bad behavior.
This is one of my favorites... (part 1)
“Riddick, let's go for a walk.” I say, snapping my fingers. He jumps a little, still skiddish from the lightning.
“Wawk?” he asks, crumbs covering his muzzle. I nod, this'll be fun. I get dressed, grabbing a few dish towels. After a few minutes the rain stops like it was meant to be. I pick the Alicorn up, taking him outside.
“Vwoom vwoom Daddeh?” he asks, expecting to go to the car. “We go tu Fwuffy Pwace?” I shake my head.
“Not today little guy. Better.”
“Bettew!?” I don't answer, just carry him to the grassy area around the church across the street. Finding a place that is sunny I squat down, letting Riddick down slowly. “Gwassy wet.” he comments before looking up at me.
“Have fun little guy. But don't go to far ok?” His wings flutter, picking up his forelegs some. He begins to jump around in the grass, letting the water go everywhere. He becomes bored after a few minutes. I find some small stones.
“Come here Riddick, let's play a game.”
“Pway game!?” He can't believe it. Must be the best day ever for him. Outside, in the sun, playing in the wet grass now he is going to play a game? Oh man. I set a few small stones on the pavement. Flicking one weakly it rolls a small distance.
“Your turn. Move the rock.” Riddick nods, taking a few steps back. Wings buzzing he walks as fast as he can to the stone, pushing it with his good shoulder. Pushing it, I will add, further than I flicked the rock.
“Widdik move wokkie! Yay!” he cheers. He is struggling more and more with his splint. I look at him as he pushes the stone further.
“Riddick, come here little guy.” He comes after a moment, not wanting to stop rolling the pebble. “Close your eyes now. Seey-places.” I have to translate into fluffy speak. He shuts his eyes.
Buwwito abuse is best abuse (part 2)
Till it needs sketti again,and gives up her baby to do so
“Nu wike dawkies... But Widdik wub Daddeh.” he says shutting his eyes. Slowly flicking out my knife, I reach to cut off his splint. It falls away quickly, the tape completely soaked by the water. “Weggie nu haf stikkie!” he realizes.
“Be careful.” I caution. Moving the pebbles back to the starting line. I push two of the pebbles together. “See if you can move both at the same time.” I point to the pair.
“New pway? Yay!” he approaches the pair, limping slightly. Seems to have healed well enough. He tries to walk between them, but that only pushes them apart. Resetting the pebbles Riddick circles. Putting his good hoof on a pebble he pushes it with some effort.
“You can do it.” I encourage before he gets frustrated. I reset the stones again. He puts his hoof back on the stone, looking at the other. It takes a moment before reaching out with his freshly healed leg he gingerly places it on the stone.
“Wokkies pwease roww. Widdik wan pway...” he begs as he pushes. Hind legs struggling to get traction on the pavement. But it's still wet, he's not having any luck. Taking his old splint I put it on the ground behind him, holding it in place. Once his hoofpads press against it he begins to move the rocks at the same time.
“Wokkies pway!” he cheers. He continues to push the rocks, taking small steps as he can. You should've seen his wings, they were going overtime. He eventually slips, forelegs landing in a big fluffy sized puddle. “Wokkies roww fast.” he pants.
“Good job!” I stroke his back. “Good job Riddick. Really good job.” He sits down in the puddle, slowly catching his little breath.
“Weggie haf wittwe huwties.” He tells me looking up. “Widdik sweepy Daddeh. Sweepy and cowd.” Nodding I pick him up, placing him on the stone table nearby. Fishing out the dish towels I begin to dry him off.
How do you like your fluffies Anons? Grilled, rotisserie, sautéed, barbequed, stuffed, etc.
Also general question what do you think these would taste like, plus texture as well.
Diet of spaghetti and whatever the fuck they think is food goes into what the taste is as well whatever hasbio engineered them from are factors to take into account.
Fuck no.Dont waste image count on this shit,its literally posted everday probly 100 times,save it and fuck off
I would slow cook them over the day.
This story is great.
I used to come for the pictures, now I come for the stories.
Now, I come looking for this story.
The fluffy should be barbecued thoroughly to eliminate disease (those things do shit a lot) with any decent rub. That said there should be no harm in slow cooking it either, especially the foals (meat so tender it melts in your mouth).
Fluffies would likely not have a real taste, yet the real joy in eating them would be the texture and tenderness. Any part that is rather juicy would be the most flavorful, yet even that is debatable.
why, i dont know, but this pic i fing absolutely fucking hilarious
>Automatic Sorry Stick
Sorry stick on a lever with a button that controls it.
Fluffy has to determine what an acceptable amount of punishment for what it did wrong
If fluffy isnt doing enough for its punishment ,you press a button and grips from below fasten it to the ground.Turn on automatic mode and choose has many lashes.
This would be a good tool for toddlers too
“Wawmies... yay!” he says, I barely hear it through the towels. Wrapping him up I carry him back home. The little guy is going to take a nap, and I'm going to take the opportunity to head to Fluffy Mart. Blocks, a ball or two, maybe some Lincoln Logs? Do they even make those anymore?
I put Riddick on his bed, fluffing my beanie so he can cuddle with it while he sleeps.
“Fank you Daddeh. Pway mo' wif Daddeh. Mommeh tu.” He yawns, kicking out his freshly healed leg before falling asleep himself. Play with Mommy eh? Not a bad idea little dude. Heading out the door I give Annalisa a call, seeing if she wants to grab a coffee. Glad we agree on no Starsmuck's Coffee.
Shopping around in Fluff Mart we chat, a little about Riddick, a little about the Day Care Situation, but mostly normal stuff. She wants to play with Riddick when she's off the clock. We set another date to hang out.
I'm not going to bore you all with how it went. But it went pretty well, I have to say. She wanted pictures of Riddick, but I never really thought about it. I'll have to show her a few pictures, or better yet, have Riddick play with her directly.
By the time I am home again Riddick is up, when I come in he is wandering out of the bathroom. The second he notices me, the foal leaps up.
“Daddeh bakk! Riddik am good fwuffy, make good poopsies.” He follows me to living room. “Wat in baggies?” asking full of curiosity. Slowly I take out each item. First a set of blocks. Next, three balls of various sizes. After, a little slide that Annalisa convinced me to buy. Lastly, its a knock-off of Lincoln Logs.
“I got you toys Riddick. You really need some. No more playing with socks or pens.” So you don't get hurt again, I add mentally. Placing each on the floor he doesn't know what to play with first.
“Widdik biggiest wub Daddeh! Fank you Daddeh!” he pushes a ball. “Widdik hunwy Daddeh. Wan pway an' nummies.” He's torn.
There's a sweet spot of hitting your kids between letting them walk all over you and turning them into serial murder-fuckers.
Just enough and they are respectful, productive members of society.
>Contrary to popular belief, beating your kids is actually a good thing.
If you get to a point to where your kids come close to needing a good slap you already failed at parenting.
>in the living room talking to friend
>toddler comes up with a plastic ball toy and throws in point blank in to friends face
>grab toddler over knee and spank
>take ball from toddler,and then put in the corner gated section and let it cry
This is not going to make sadist pedophile murder rapist
You're a millinal i see.The "never can do anything wrong" and "you won even though you performed like shit on the sport team you were on" "here is a participation award for just existing". You're mentally broken.
Been here fot 5 years bro
See that's what you don't seem to understand, there are plenty of ways to punish that doesn't involve immediately hitting your kid. What's wrong with skipping the spanking and just putting it in the gated section and let it cry?
Explain to me the point of it, what purpose does it serve? You already taught the toddler a lesson by separating it from the item in question. I love though that your only other method of argument is a generalization and grasping at something, ANYTHING to fit someone who disagrees with you into.
I can do this too, it won't get us anywhere but here it goes anyway. You're a fuckwit who drinks pabst blue ribbon, loves the superbowl, and believes that real men have a flowing beard. Your hobbies include shooting ducks and fucking your sister every third tuesday
I never claimed it was bad, I'm simply asking him where the spanking fits in. If you already have other methods at your disposal, and you plan on using them anyway, what was the point of spanking your kid?
And he himself even said the kid isn't going to remember any of it, so how does that teach it anything? All I'm asking is for him to explain it, and the only response he has so far is some generic piss poor generalization.
Watch ceaser millan
>hitting you kid
Im not hitting it,im spanking it on the biggest hunk of fat on it,with lower sensory reponse.
"hitting" would be flat out open fist,full swinging your kid in the face and knocking it donw.Spanking is not this
A physical reaction,puts a physical reminded that it did something bad.When i only gets this when it does bad things,it knows what is good and what isnt.
Victum complex much?
You're projecting so hard its baffuling
Do you want to just sit down and explain to the toddler that it did a bad thing,and give it a lollipop even t hough it did something wrong?
Bill gates was spanked as a child.Steve jobs was spanked as a child.Steve wozniak was spanked as a child.Allan Turing was spanked as a child.Neil Armstrong was spanked as a child.
Your mother and father were spanked as a child(and apparently not enough due to your behaviour)
>75% of weak retort is attacking
>he himself even said the kid isn't going to remember any of it,
But at the moment ,it is able to think and you can instill the start of basic ego and morales.
Check up child development before you start sprouting out completly fasle statements,makinmg you look retarded
funny enough if you look at the point they stopped beating kids you get the chidren and grandchildren of the baby boomer all acting like shits and being the worst generation in history in term of effort and feeling entitlement to life just being perfect and bending over backwords to make them happy..
Not that anon, but will respond anyways because my parents almost got the line between spanking being good and bad. They kind of screwed up though and i can recognize that my behavioral patterns are mildly entitled.
but i digress.
It's a power method of respect. You automatically respect someone if they have more power than you. It's non negotiable.
>inb4 muh patriarchy, government is bad
They still listen to the people in charge, they just aren't happy about it. Although those people were probably in the abuse section of discipline instead of the entitled one.
Disciplining your child with violence is a very very controversial subject because of how difficult it can be to hit the sweet spot of them both loving and respecting you. Too much, and they fear everything and are psychologically damaged. Too little and they have difficulty with respect because unless it is generally acknowledged that the person is in charge they see themselves as above those who should be in charge.
So while there are many better better ways of Disciplining your child. Very few of them actually inspire respect, and of those few next to none don't involve spanking or slightly hitting your child. But again, the line between abuse and raising an entitled prick is very very thin. which is why it's easy to cross that line or not to get close enough to it. and that is when the real problems arise in your child.
>These famous people were spanked as children therefore i'm right!
I'm not too sure who is projecting what at this point considering you're the one who responded with
>You're a millinal i see.The "never can do anything wrong" and "you won even though you performed like shit on the sport team you were on" "here is a participation award for just existing". You're mentally broken.
To be honest I didn't really even give a shit at first, all I've done was ask a simple "What's the point of spanking".
You and this guy >>682876655 seem to have absolutely no reading comprehension, at least I got a clear answer from >>682876841
>better better ways of Disciplining your child.
5 swift pats on my ass made me stop doing alot of delenquent beavior when i was a child.
There are dozens of factors that could be the cause of that though are there not? People today live radically different from those that lived around 100 years ago, I don't believe that people not spanking their kids has anything to do with the entitled shits on college campuses.
If I were to blame anything personally I would blame hippies getting into teaching positions. When your kids go to school they are learning 8 hours a day from women who never got anything further than a bachelor's degree.
There are definitely better ways of discilining your child.
Talking to them, time outs. both of those are just a few examples. They force the child to consider his actions, and if you properly use these methods then your child will be better off for it. However neither of these inspire respect. Which was my original point.
The only time spanking or hitting should be used as a disciplinary measure is when the child is showing blatant disrespect, instead of actually just making a mistake or doing something bad. kids do that from time to time, it isn't right to spank them for mistakes because that will cause them to fear doing something wrong instead of them believing it to be actually wrong and not doing it of their own accord.
>LE SPANKING IS BAD
>SPANKING WILL ONLY LEAD TO PSYCHO SERIAL MURDER RAPIST PEDOPHILES
SINE U SO REPATEDED IMMA MAK DIS IMPL 4U
BAD KID NO DO BAD TING
SPNIK BEBBEH FWIVE TWIM
TAK BAWL WAY
PU N PIN
SPANNKY GIB PISICAL WEPONSE TO BAD HAVIOR
BABBEH NO DU BAD GAIN
BABBEH WURN NU DO BAD TING OF GIT SPANKY
Fucks sake they do this with primates and mice,giving them a fucking small electrical shock
FUCK you're dense
Primates and mice are not human. the chemistry or their brain is very different from that of humans.
Especially the parts associated with behaviour. although primates are closer to humans in that regard than mice. but it's still a large separation.
>You and this guy >>682876655 seem to have absolutely no reading comprehension
Thanks for proving my point, your posts aren't even legible anymore. What the fuck are you even saying? lmao
You know what? You've convinced me with your clear train of thought and obviously unbiased attempt at understanding an opposing point of view. I see the error of my ways
So you think that the entire way way parenting changed regarding disipine and schools for that matter since many of them used physical punishment.
Some how has nothing to do with the massive difference of behaviour between how each generation children is less driven and has less respect for authority then the last.
You think that how people learn behavior through the first 18 year of life where many live with their parents and have to live by thier beliefs to a degree has nothing to do with that.
You're like one of those guys who can't actually form an argument on your own so the only course of action is to try low grade shitposting without actually thinking for yourself.
No better than a feminist who tells others to "educate themselves"
A toddler is not smart enough to be talked too,if if it knows a few words
This only works so much.Taking its stimuli away and putting in it a seperated containment system.Now it is going to reproduce those behaviors to get taken to the pin because it wants to go there.
No? You arent doing anything the toddler can associate with bad behavior.Slap in the ass is associated very quickly
I want them to fear me when they throw objects at my face or at others face.When it gets stronger and can pick up 1lb objects,thats a real problem.
And as i said previously
“Play. I'll get you some lunch.” Heading into the kitchen I pour some kibble into Riddick's bowl. Placing it on the floor it takes a few minutes for him to tear himself away from the toys. He's really enjoying the slide and blocks.
He keeps stacking them as best he can, only two high right now, in front of the slide then goes down knocking the blocks over. At least he's having fun. Plus, he's probably going to be tougher in Day Care. After Riddick is set up, I grab my own lunch. Flicking on FluffFlix for Riddick to have something to watch while he's eating. As for me, I cracked open a book and began to read, hell I didn't even notice Riddick finishing his meal and going back to playing.
Next time I look up he's knocking the smallest ball away then chasing after it. Every so often he stumbles because of his leg. Doesn't slow him down much at all. Saturday is whiled away between watching stuff, reading, and playing with the new toys.
I snap a few pictures of Riddick, and even a video of him going down the slide for the nine millionth time. By the time dinner rolls around he's tuckered himself out again, doesn't even make it to his bed. Picking up the sleeping foal I set him on the couch with me. Time to watch something that would normally make him shit himself and whatever else is nearby. Having a fluffy around has really cut into my horror movies. Not a bad trade off though. Not sure I am ever going to be ok with fapping while he's in the room.
After a few movies I take Riddick and place him on his bed. Almost instantly he cuddles up with the beanie again. Seems I don't need to buy one of those huggie dolls that people can get for foals. Eventually he won't need the beanie anymore and I could have it back. That's a few months away, but still cool.
So you think that the entire way way parenting changed regarding disipline and schools for that matter since many of them used physical punishment.
Some how has nothing to do with the massive difference of behaviour between how each generation children is less driven and has less respect for authority then the last.
You think that how people learn behavior through the first 18 year of life where many live with their parents and have to live by thier beliefs to a degree has nothing to do with that.
I'm assuming you meant to reply to >>682877816
All I'm saying is that correlation != causation. Just because there are more entitled shits now (Seemingly, it isn't like we know how many entitled shits there were in the 20s) doesn't mean it's from this very specific individual family decision.
Realy you guys had no fucking points other then citing i think this is bad where the spanking people provided examples of great people who say they where and you degraded into insulting how they write rather then think of any real points in thier argument.
Literaly only 1 person on the pro-spanking team made any decent points.( i would know, since it was me) all the others were just biased retards that only provided examples. I'm not saying the non-spanking people were much better but at least they tried to counter argue where it would be virtually impossible due to lack of actual points made for pro-spanking.
I'm not going to use this as an attack on your "arguments" because it would make me look like an ass, but holy shit would you please learn how to speak English? All of your posts are barely legible
More to the point, you mean how
Totally don't just resort to insults? The projection is real, the only credible post that was made was from >>682876841, and I don't even disagree with you guys, stay butthurt about things that weren't even said.
Dammit image limit reached, I was going to post my favorite may may and everything.
Thanks by the way, at least I got some form of a response salvaged from this shit board.
80% of the people here aren't even interested in listening to opposing points of view, not much better than Tumblr tbh. That being said I somehow got lumped into the anti-spanking group by simply asking why spanking was necessary in the hypothetical situation presented
Omg lol see my point they can't think of anything to say about a single point made.
and just like a milinials you try to take the moral high ground but your the one who called all of them fools . don't relay think that it counts for much that they used harsher words or said it too since to claim the moral high ground you have to take it.
Unless it hurt your delicate flower i am perfect like my mom said image of yourself.
What's a pedistal? You should have spelled it pedostall, at least then it would be funny.
This is the part where you return my shitpost with more illegible rambling about things I never said.
Congrats I guess, seeing as there isn't any actual argument being presented aside from generic "ur mileniel xdd" I'm outta here, no fluffies anyway
You win this virtual argument! But I will be back!