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Sunday, January 02, 2005
A very sad story from the tsunami:
And her mother slapped her across the mouth and told her to shut the hell up, just what the hell did she know, anyway, and did she think she knew more than all these adults? Huh, Miss Smarty Pants? I don't care what that damned teacher of yours told you, he don't know shit and neither do you, so just shut the hell up. No, I'll tell you what you can do, you can just go straight up to the room for the rest of the day, because I am just Sick and Tired of listening to you talk.
So the little girl went back up to their room on the eighth floor of the hotel, and minutes later her parents were swept away by the tsunami, and have not been seen since.
No, wait! That's not right. That's what would have happened if the girl had had good old-fashioned parents -- the kind not afraid to exercise a little discipline -- instead of this lax, modern pair she has. What really happened was:
Yes, yes, the girl's family, plus about a hundred other people, were saved because her parents believed her. I suppose you could call that a happy story. But it was all due to bad parenting, damn it! Now she'll go around believing she's special, or something, and never learn her proper place in the world.
Via the very model of a modern Micklethwait at Samizdata, who apparently doesn't see the downside.