KELLY’S WORLD – WELL, THIS IS TROUBLING
It has bothered me for some time that people treat children today like they are untouchable. So all when the pickney dem wrong, it’s like they have immunity because ‘dem a just children’.
IWRITE to you all as a troubled individual. I’m troubled by three things. One was the social media reaction to a story carried in THE STAR. In it, a teacher was physically assaulted by a student, after he confiscated a cell phone from the boy. There was a tussle and the phone fell. The boy then punched the teacher multiple times.
Now, to be fair, there were more than a few comments condemning the child. However, there were waaay too many saying or implying that the teacher deserved it. That really doesn’t sit well with me. Not. One. Bit.
It has bothered me for some time that people treat children today like they are untouchable. So all when the pickney dem wrong, it’s like they have immunity because ‘dem a just children’. Not a rhatid! Not in my house. That’s why I don’t think I’m ever having children, ’cause I’m pretty sure my parenting style wouldn’t work in the ‘modern world’.
I’m not saying children should be abused. Heaven forbid! But if people even look at children too sternly now, everybody a call Child Development Agency and Office of the Children’s Registry. I swear teachers have it worse than they ever have in the history of formalised schooling. When my mom retired after 40 years in the classroom, I’m not surprised she didn’t stay a minute longer. And I am surprised she didn’t strangle one a dem reprobate pickney.
I REALLY HAVE TO WIN
The other thing that bothered me is that I think part of the reason I don’t like Donald Chump is because, at least in one way, we’re alike. We both have to win every fight. I mean, obviously, nobody likes to lose, but I mean, I really have to win. What do I mean by lose? I was cashing something at a counter, using my debit card, I was merely positioning the machine so that when I put in my pin number, it would be shielded. That’s what they tell you to do. The cashier, I assume, figured that I didn’t start punching in the numbers because I didn’t know what to do next. “You have to put in your pin number,” she said. I came this close to saying (more than likely, it would have been a tad loudly) “I know that.” I realise I get offended at even the smallest hint of being slighted. I’ll be the first to apologise when I’m wrong, but after I disappear from view, I literally beat myself for making whatever error was made to warrant the apology. I’m thinking of donating my brain to science when I die (may be sooner than you think) so they can study my brain. Repeated banging against solid objects is bound to catch up with me at some point.
I’ve been known to call a few people a few names not fit for publication or airplay.
Having said that, Chump and his s-hole comments, however, were reprehensible at best. So I’m not anywhere near his gutter class. But still, I’m a tad bit troubled. Oh well.