I once grassed on my uncles for going to the pub when they were explicitly told not to by my aunts, they were not best pleased. And guess what, I grew up and turned out just like them! (minus the wife)
thank you, djomalley, you get the point. There has to be more messed up junk going on (than smoking some herb) in that house for him to go to that level. And I am not deceived easily. This kid knew he was ratting his parents out. jmo...or we are dealing with a little sociopath. lol
Wish I could rep this. We teach our children to blindly obey authority and we keep secrets and lie to them. When it bites us in the butt, we're so quick to blame them. The kid unlikely knew the magnitude of what he did.
The DARE propaganda is the main reason why I keep the smoking low down around kids. Especially when they get that age. Have a separate adult space w/no kids allowed. Hopefully it will be legal soon and we wont have to worry about it.
Yeah, the things they're feeding to kids these days are getting to the rediculous point again. They make it seem like you're going to automatically hallucinate and vomit from smoking pot, and you'll be automatically addicted to like crack or something... It's really too much. I don't think it's right to straight up bend the truth to scare kids about something, that way they'll REALLY trust the government/parents and such less once they find out it's really not that bad.
this is old, old, old, news to me. back when i started junior high school back in 1970. the school district i was in, had a program where they would pay $50.00 to turn your friends in so, they could "get the help they needed." all through junior high and high school, i was so damn carefull about what i said and did. i missed out on a lot of growing up during those years.:sad: i made up for those lost years BIG time in college!arty: it was because of living day in and day out with totalitatian shit that, i never put my niece or nephew anywhere near a public school. i did not want to take the chance that they would wind up as fucked up as i am, from being forced into that kind of tyrannical environment.
OMG i didnt read it but man that sux. I mean u cant blame a child for it cause its things he's learnt but man id find it hard to not be angry at them!
oh and when i was 16 and younger i used to think weed bad and would always turn it down, now i realise i couldve got so much free weed! damit!
Tonight, on "Kids Say the Darndest Things" 11 year old kid: "I snitched on my parents for smoking pot!" Bill Cosby: *Backhand to the face*
Does this D.A.R.E program also brainwash snot-gobblers to turn in their alcohol drinking parents? Speaking as an ex-alkie, who really only dabbled in drugs, I'd much rather see parents smoking pot than swilling Scotch. My alcoholic and speed addicted father tried to kill me twice when I was a child because he blamed me for my mother's death. On both occassions my elder sister (16 years my senior) stopped him, once by fracturing his skull with a heavy pewter teapot. He and my Mum had been told no more kids by their doctor but being a practising Catholic she had me, at 11 pounds the lightest out of four, and another boy that she died giving birth to. How the crazy old **** ever blamed me for all the damage done to her is beyond me. After the second instance of his insane behaviour I was boarded out to various drunken aunts and uncles. I eventually ended up with my mother's sister, a raving fucking alkie herself, who also treated me like shit. When she threw me out (at 13) I was at first rather relieved but I was soon bitterly resentful and hated her and my old man for my homelessness and hunger. (A resentment I didn't get rid of for another 30 years when I gave up the grog myself .....something I swore I would never touch when I was sleeping rough - go figure!). Whenever I sought help from social security, the churches, or tried to get myself locked up in the drunk tank, for shelter and the stale bread jam (jelly) sandwiches they served, the coppers would return me to my aunt or my old man. She twice refused point blank to have me, and there was no way known I was going back to dear old Dad! So I grew up feral, sometimes sleeping on a sofa or the floor at a mate's house, other times - if I had the money - renting a room in a doss house (flophouse). By 18 I'd had my first taste of jail and swore never to go back - and I didn't. My early misery was a direct result of having drunken relatives. Apart from the speed my old man used none of them did drugs. I wouldn't wish my teen years on my worst enemy. The only ones who showed me any kindness and taught me the welfare ropes were the old winos. My subsequent time in A.A. taught me that reformed drunks are the nicest folk I've ever known. Whereas my life with society's faux decent folk gave me my misanthropic bent. As I said, I would rather see parents mellowing out on some mull instead of getting aggressive with everyone, including their kids, drinking lunatic's soup.
Nazis taught their kids their duty was to Fuhrer and Reich first, parents second. Except for the Fuhrer, D.A.R.E teach the same thing.
^You better believe I'll be gettin to mine before the schools can brainwash him! I just saw a special on the history channel called "Marijuana, the chronic history" They were actually very informative without being one-sided. Seemed like they did a good job explaining where all the "drugs are bad mmkay?" shit came from. I think that would be a good one for my kid to watch when he gets older. Of course, I'll be right by his side explaining all the bs.