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“Self-control in kids predicts future success, study says”


http://www.chicagotribune.com/health/la-heb-tiger-mother-20110124,0,337942.story

This fits with my ongoing observations that god died a long time ago, and that we are now left to find meaning in a rotting three ringed circus tent of cause and effect -- a corpse left behind by a slightly pissed Deity to kind of fuck with us– a sort of old-testamenty styled policy and procedure manual of ridged, yet animated, organization that leaves all morality and ethics up to a combination of peer pressure and crowd control -- all to be run by grown up  bullies that used to beat on us in grade school and the anal retentive door gooders that fast tracked through high school by pretending and agreeing better than those of us lacking in both persistence and any sort of attention span.

But I digress.

Self-control is just code for doing what other people tell you to do, just as tolerance is code for putting up with other peoples shit until you get used to it. It’s not about creativity, imagination or the joy of the new – it’s about control and submission to something outside of self. It's not self control if other people are doing the controlling.

My mind tends to wander, but it does seem to me that god has ended up as just another reason to blame me for my weakness of being born human – the whole original sin thing – it’s like,  why bother if I'm born doomed…

But as a father myself, I can tell you that MY kids are not flawed to the core – they just have issues to work on – issues that come from having emotions and thoughts – the ‘being human thing.’ I have always tried to guide them, not control them. I love them, so I teach them with lessons that I’ve learned along the way.

In the end is suppose, Policy and Procedure manuals are only pulled out to find ways of punishing the guilty – and in any good, comprehensive manual, everyone’s guilty.

And God has left us a good one to use, and plenty of damaged people to use it.

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