Listen to the lyrics of this awful song. I thought of it when I was in a play rehearsal the other day and one of the characters was reminiscing about the good old days when parents weren’t afraid to hit their children. This couple, and their smug audience, seem to think that the fear of Hell and a fear of a thrashing are the secrets to raising children.
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What do you think? Would a good whopping help you to develop into a well balanced adult?
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