Of Bites and Weiners

When I was a kid, if I broke the rules I feared my dad’s belt or my mom’s wooden spoon – guess mom was not a fan of pants or belts back then.  Either way, if I did the crime, then I was going to pay with some time with either source of pain.  But I learned my lessons, that’s for sure.


Now, I’m not advocating capital punishment by any means.  But I don’t think that the proverbial timeout chair has had the same impact on society that my dad’s belt and mom’s wooden spoon have had on me.


Cases in point:  Game 1 of the Stanley Cup finals.  A Canuck bites the finger of a Bruin, on camera and for all the world to see.  Does he get reprimanded by the league and told to keep his mouth shut and sit out a game?  No way.  Not even sure if he served any time in the penalty box (hockey’s version of the timeout chair) for his misdeed.  Instead of doing real time for his crime, he goes on to score two goals in the next game, including the game winner.


Second case in point:  Rep. Weiner.  What he did was flat out wrong – maybe not legally, but socially.  I’m pretty sure that most (if not all) of the belts and spoons I took as a kid were for social infractions and not for breaking any actual laws.  I believe my parents called that character building.  Weiner decides to go for some counseling (his version of the timeout chair) rather than doing the right thing.  When you let it all hang out like that you deserve the consequences, and in this case the right thing to do is to resign.  Zip up, go home, and start over.


My parents never seemed to hesitate in metering out punishment – and in the end, that was a good thing for me.  Does it seem to you that our society is somewhat afraid to meter out punishment today?


So I have to wonder…has the timeout chair made us soft rather than swift and decisive?  When it comes to bites and Weiners, I have to think the answer is yes…

~ by chuckmattina on June 15, 2011.

One Response to “Of Bites and Weiners”

  1. My mom had ruler (she was a school teacher!) I have to admit, I’m an advocate for tough love.

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