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		<title>By: Twenty Major - Still Stirring in Dublin Blogs &#171; That&#8217;s Ireland</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9317</link>
		<dc:creator>Twenty Major - Still Stirring in Dublin Blogs &#171; That&#8217;s Ireland</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 23:11:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] warned: Twenty is easily annoyed, whether by parents who leave their children unattended (‘That lad might as well have been a ring of sausages running around the street, it’s no wonder [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] warned: Twenty is easily annoyed, whether by parents who leave their children unattended (‘That lad might as well have been a ring of sausages running around the street, it’s no wonder [...]</p>
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		<title>By: problemchildbride</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9055</link>
		<dc:creator>problemchildbride</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 21:16:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Phone rang and I didn&#039;t have the time to comment properly there but I still wanted to register something immediate and shrill and with an exclamation mark.  

When we were wee we were (I win the coveted most consecutive w words at Twenty&#039;s place award - I&#039;ll take it in the form of a wild-card court order against anyone my fickle fancy takes - that seems to be so fashionable) more likely to be yelled at for getting mangled in our bikes or falling in the river. 

If there was a fight each parent assumed their child was to blame and took it no further.  If we were caught doing something wrong, the people most likely to turn us into the police were our own parents,  every one of them of the &quot;short sharp shock, and let them learn by their own mistakes/disfigurements/limb losses&quot; school of child-rearing.  Sure, they were always there with hugs and &quot;Therethereyoudafties&quot; but after that, when they knew we&#039;d live, we were in big trouble and forced to listen to incredulous, high-pitched questions-without-end about why we could possibly have thought crossing the slimy pipe over the jobbie river was something we thought we could do on our bikes.  

In truth, we were all bored into good behaviour.  The endless tormenting by smug, giggling siblings not themselves in trouble, and having to hear the story related to everyone from the neighbours to the butcher to the library lady (cos after being bad you weren&#039;t allowed out except for going for messages with your granny) plus the complete lack of sympathy when you said you were itching inside your plaster cast, was just so tedious and dispiriting it made you think twice before flinging yourself off  the swing/dune/wall next time.  

You also learn that some people have no common sense whatsoever - just never had it nor ever will - and that sometimes these people are just excellent fun to be around.  Also, that people with no common sense through no fault of their own form a group that have to be factored into almost every sphere of your adult life, especially vehicular ones.  But that they&#039;re not &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; the arseholes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Phone rang and I didn&#8217;t have the time to comment properly there but I still wanted to register something immediate and shrill and with an exclamation mark.  </p>
<p>When we were wee we were (I win the coveted most consecutive w words at Twenty&#8217;s place award &#8211; I&#8217;ll take it in the form of a wild-card court order against anyone my fickle fancy takes &#8211; that seems to be so fashionable) more likely to be yelled at for getting mangled in our bikes or falling in the river. </p>
<p>If there was a fight each parent assumed their child was to blame and took it no further.  If we were caught doing something wrong, the people most likely to turn us into the police were our own parents,  every one of them of the &#8220;short sharp shock, and let them learn by their own mistakes/disfigurements/limb losses&#8221; school of child-rearing.  Sure, they were always there with hugs and &#8220;Therethereyoudafties&#8221; but after that, when they knew we&#8217;d live, we were in big trouble and forced to listen to incredulous, high-pitched questions-without-end about why we could possibly have thought crossing the slimy pipe over the jobbie river was something we thought we could do on our bikes.  </p>
<p>In truth, we were all bored into good behaviour.  The endless tormenting by smug, giggling siblings not themselves in trouble, and having to hear the story related to everyone from the neighbours to the butcher to the library lady (cos after being bad you weren&#8217;t allowed out except for going for messages with your granny) plus the complete lack of sympathy when you said you were itching inside your plaster cast, was just so tedious and dispiriting it made you think twice before flinging yourself off  the swing/dune/wall next time.  </p>
<p>You also learn that some people have no common sense whatsoever &#8211; just never had it nor ever will &#8211; and that sometimes these people are just excellent fun to be around.  Also, that people with no common sense through no fault of their own form a group that have to be factored into almost every sphere of your adult life, especially vehicular ones.  But that they&#8217;re not <i>always</i> the arseholes.</p>
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		<title>By: problemchildbride</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9052</link>
		<dc:creator>problemchildbride</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 20:41:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I disagree!</description>
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		<title>By: The Philster</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9051</link>
		<dc:creator>The Philster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 20:38:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kids should be made wear those electric dog collars so if they leave the confines of their homes.... Bang you little cunt!!

Theres one little fucker (about 11)smoking a cigarette outside my window.Hes trying to hide it up his sleeve.I hope its one of those ciggy&#039;s that contain chemicals that make you sterile. Wait till I get me air rifle, the little fucker!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kids should be made wear those electric dog collars so if they leave the confines of their homes&#8230;. Bang you little cunt!!</p>
<p>Theres one little fucker (about 11)smoking a cigarette outside my window.Hes trying to hide it up his sleeve.I hope its one of those ciggy&#8217;s that contain chemicals that make you sterile. Wait till I get me air rifle, the little fucker!</p>
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		<title>By: Loco Lobo</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9040</link>
		<dc:creator>Loco Lobo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 15:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s right Twenty, keep the fuckers in the house and make them work. Paint walls, wash floors and take in laundry from neighbors to help keep them busy. Insures that they&#039;ll sleep soundly at night and not interfer with you and your lady of the moment when you&#039;re doing the deed. Oh yeah!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s right Twenty, keep the fuckers in the house and make them work. Paint walls, wash floors and take in laundry from neighbors to help keep them busy. Insures that they&#8217;ll sleep soundly at night and not interfer with you and your lady of the moment when you&#8217;re doing the deed. Oh yeah!</p>
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		<title>By: ian</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9032</link>
		<dc:creator>ian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 14:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&#039;If children up to the age of 18 were required to be under adult supervision at all times the majority of these bad things would not happen. It’s so fucking obvious.&#039;

Swimming coaches are adults. Clergy are adults. Nothing&#039;s safe. 

And any child who spends 24 hours a day in the presence of their parents is going to be extremely fucked up anyway. Better to be chewed by the dog...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;If children up to the age of 18 were required to be under adult supervision at all times the majority of these bad things would not happen. It’s so fucking obvious.&#8217;</p>
<p>Swimming coaches are adults. Clergy are adults. Nothing&#8217;s safe. </p>
<p>And any child who spends 24 hours a day in the presence of their parents is going to be extremely fucked up anyway. Better to be chewed by the dog&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: National Disgrace</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9024</link>
		<dc:creator>National Disgrace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 12:52:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dogs are just hilarious.. I read the &#039;boy&#039; in question was being thrown around like a &#039;steak&#039;?? 

Anyone ever seen a steak being thrown around before</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dogs are just hilarious.. I read the &#8216;boy&#8217; in question was being thrown around like a &#8216;steak&#8217;?? </p>
<p>Anyone ever seen a steak being thrown around before</p>
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		<title>By: one man and his dog</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9023</link>
		<dc:creator>one man and his dog</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 12:33:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Someone suggested putting kids in cellars with grills for dogs to shit through, can you imagine the indignity of having kids staring through the grills while dogs have a shit..do people not understand that, that is the most private time a dog has in his day?
My canine is totaly disgusted by this whole sorry episode!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Someone suggested putting kids in cellars with grills for dogs to shit through, can you imagine the indignity of having kids staring through the grills while dogs have a shit..do people not understand that, that is the most private time a dog has in his day?<br />
My canine is totaly disgusted by this whole sorry episode!</p>
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		<title>By: porridge</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9021</link>
		<dc:creator>porridge</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 11:51:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>velcro suits - am sure there are lots of out of work dwarves who have spare suits lying around. think of all the fun you could have arranging the kids on the wall in new and exciting patterns.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>velcro suits &#8211; am sure there are lots of out of work dwarves who have spare suits lying around. think of all the fun you could have arranging the kids on the wall in new and exciting patterns.</p>
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		<title>By: Maggot</title>
		<link>http://twentymajor.net/2007/06/12/i-blame-the-parents/#comment-9020</link>
		<dc:creator>Maggot</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 11:17:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>chuntzu - if any of your friends have a chainsaw...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>chuntzu &#8211; if any of your friends have a chainsaw&#8230;</p>
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