One of the things I notice about the children's poll on smacking in the link is the fact that overwhelmingly they are against it. The problem with this day and age is child 'rights' have gradually been given far more gravitas than they are entitled to. The anti-smacking brigade would argue that adults would not be struck for bad behaviour (unless they went around vandalising my car). You could also argue that adults would not do anything at the behest of another adult except in the workplace, yet we expect children to do so. By eliminating the possibility of smacking a child (and at least half the kids today really want a good beating) you create a domino effect of spurious analogies with the treatment of adults to the point where children will escape even being told what to do.
I am quite prepared to stand by my observation that a large percentage of modern parents are useless at their role. Brought up in an era when the essentials of discipline (physical) were already starting to disappear from the radar screen, they are also imbibed with the notion that children today have certain rights. Rubbish! Children earn certain rights as they progress through life; they are not automatically awarded by a hierarchy of bleeding-heart liberals. If a kid badly behaves, they get a hiding. No 'ifs', 'buts' or 'd'ya mind if I don'ts?'.
Now that my house has been re-wired, I have decided to add a few bits of new furniture. Not two hours ago I was purchasing an oak blanket box for my bedroom. Although heavy (about 150lbs) and cumbersome, I decline the extra expense of home delivery; opting instead to carry the box to my car immediately outside. After adapting the car to accommodate the size, I returned to the shop and managed to perch one side of the box on my shoulder and balance it on one arm whilst holding it steady with the other. As I walked down the aisle a very young girl was stood directly in front of me. I gasped:
'Excuse me, sweetheart, can you stand aside for a sec while I come through with this?'
She flashed my a sullen look and moved to the side. When I returned from the car the girl was crying her eyes out. Still, the parents were nowhere to be seen. Kneeling down I said:
'Goodness me. Are you OK darling?'
Suddenly her father (a guy of about 24), who had been out of sight, came rushing up exclaiming:
'What's up? What's going on here!?'
'I don't know. I asked your daughter? to move to the side to allow me to carry a heavy piece of furniture to my car. When I came back she was crying.'
'Huh, it's no wonder she was crying. She doesn't like being told what to do.'
'Pardon? Come again?'
'I said "she doesn't like being told what to do".'
'Are you taking the mickey? How old is she?'
'Two and a half.'
'And she doesn't like being told what to do, eh? Well my heart bleeds for her!! In that case it's about bloody time she started to like it!!!! Because otherwise, matey, in another ten years she'll be telling you what to do. You parents today, you're pathetic!!
With that I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving the blonde idiot and his brat (who was still crying). I could hear terms such as 'don't get upset, pumpkin, the nasty man didn't mean it' Yuk!!
Do you know what? In another ten years this child will be like 50% of adolescents these days: a complete, unadulterated, out-of-control scumbag. And why? Because idiotic parents like him refuse to even verbally, let alone physically, chastise their offspring. Forty years of incrementally 'progressive' theories on child-raising have created the sorry state we find ourselves in today. When will they learn?