and then our exile

Day=much city driving; multi-car pileup on the Whitemud just minutes after we passed through.

Just returned from a mission of mercy (namely, giving chickens unfrozen water) and the coop-door was frozen shut. After a bit i finally gave it my all (ie, a shoulder), and it opened with a BANG and i almost fell in. All of world= whitewhite.

The news of today, it seems, is this whole spanking dealio. i will scream (who has heard me scream in the past? not very many people. ^_^) if i hear it repeated again. It brings to mind anecdotal German class: i'm sitting in a room full of white children (excepting Noor); they are the spiritual heirs of the Enlightenment (shuddershudder) and the Emancipation Of Thought From The Confines Of Tradition And All That. They are the final products of evolution (Darwin, after all, had the White Man evolve from the Black Man. Not that i'm black, of course, but that the pedigree of hybrids is tainted.); they view the world through the eyes of JSMill and his cabal. Somehow the conversation turned to corporal discipline; the teacher, on the spur of the moment, asks us if we'd ever utilize such with our children (if and when). Everyone says yes, and i sit there astounded. Ya'nee, hello? *i* am the man of the South, the terroristic savage from the inlands with four wives i beat daily (before breakfast, lunch, and supper), the three camels fed in the basement (SalafiInSide)--so why am i the only one who doesn't go for that? Like, seriously? Why do i not hit children? And i end up saying something about "there are other ways to do things ^_^" and she just kind of nods or something. But still. That surprised me.