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Heartless bastard explains how he let his kid suffer all night with a broken arm, for freedom, and admonishes us all to go and do likewise.

25 thoughts on “Heartless bastard explains how he let his kid suffer all night with a broken arm, for freedom, and admonishes us all to go and do likewise.

  1. Let's see how selfless and fiscally responsible he is when this assmunch breaks his own flippin' arm. I'm willing to help him with this "walk a mile in my child's shoes" experiment, with a baseball bat of votes

      1. My guess is, there's not a shred of truth to his little anecdote. I truthfully can't fathom what audience he's trying to reach with it, either–I don't even like kids, but if you fuck with a kid, you're gonna tangle with me.

        1. Mi hermano mayor had a pain threshold somewhere around that of G Gordon Liddy- he would damage a part of his body severely, be kind of whiny for a day and then my mom would figure out (for example) that he dislocated his elbow the day before trying to help my dad push the lawnmower, but didn't come out and say "hey, look at how my left forearm is flopping around"

          1. I went a day or two with a couple childhood broken bones- I also had a high pain tolerance and both breaks weren't serious

          2. I understand a dislocated elbow is a rough one. I can't count the times my shoulders have dislocated, one time both at once, while water skiing. I was never so happy to have that darned sissy life vest on.

          3. I also found out in the course of growing up with said older brother, who had a bit of a sadistic streak as a child, that if he twisted my arm behind my back, I can dislocate either of my shoulders without discomfort and get them back in. I still can. The bonus of this out was it could also be used to gross out my sister. I met a woman a few years back who could _really_ dislocate her shoulders. Impressive. Now the easiest way for me to do it is pick up something heavy and I can drop my shoulders out an inch and a half or a bit more. I have to be sure I'm capable of lifting the item back up, otherwise getting my arm bones back in their sockets is a little more uncomfortable.

          4. I am in awe. The pain of a total dislocation rivals that of anything else I've ever done, or had done to me. I could reduce it myself by bending over, standing on my fingers, and standing up while pushing with my other hand in the indicated direction. Hurt like hell, but magnitudes less than leaving it out of joint. I've had them both repaired, but there was far too much damage left alone for too long to the right one to expect a good result, and it is still wrecked. Good thing I'm left handed.

          5. Let's say I'm not a fan of popping out any joints of mine I can't put back in easily. Might run in my family. My sister for the first ~30 years of her life was so limber she could bend all of her fingers to the back of her hand without discomfort. That woman I mentioned above? She could pop her shoulders out in a forward motion, something I have never seen before or since. She'd pop them a good inch and a half in front of her collarbone. Me? I dislocate (and relocate) in an up/down way, but when I was more flexible as a kid, I could also do it left or right, laying my arm on a table top flat with my shoulder, and popping it out on that axis. Then I'd have someone poke their finger down at the divot in my shoulder and their finger would go straight through. That grossed my sister out big time. Can't do that any more. Also, when I swing a baseball bat, most people watching assume I hurt myself on the follow through because when I swing really hard, my shoulders dislocate a bit, about half an inch.

        2. I like kids (I used to go to school with them) but I've been on the lookout and protective of all kids like a million times more since Kid Glass was born. Every kid becomes your kid if something funny's going on, or you think it is. Also, since the nice retired USAF Major across the street when I lived in FL turned out to be a child molester, my spidey sense on that has also gone to 11.

          1. also, srsly, pedophilia I believe is a condition that should be handled better, and in a preventative manner, since it crosses the "consenting adults" line in our society. Do we have anything set up in this country for that? No. I think they do in Germany.

            With the aforementioned former neighbor, I was able to see it all in retrospect. Like most pedophiles, he was straight, too. Now anytime when I see one or more dots that connect, the hair on the back of my neck starts going up.

          2. Having also attended school with kids is a major part of why I don't particularly care for them. Kids are fucking assholes. But abusers and molesters are worse.

          3. Yep, I told Kid Glass- there will be people in every school you go to, no matter what level, that you'll never want to be friends with or hang out with, ever. OTOH, my closest friends from HS, we're still friends to this day.

          4. I went to five different high schools. Six if you count the night school I eventually graduated from. The kids I was closest to didn't survive the 60's, unfortunately. I still have my best friend from an even earlier time, though. He's a few years younger, so by the time I hit high school we were into different things, and different circles. I can thank faceborg for reconnecting with him.

          5. wow, you and I had equal and opposite HS experiences. I went to a big public HS in NJ, so big that I could find a few folks who were my speed. After I started going to HS, pretty much stopped hanging with the guys in my neighborhood- nice enough guys, but the most we really had in common was location. One of them did, though, become a serial burglar.
            The missus got moved from NJ to butt fuck Ohio in the middle of HS, and she swore up and down we'd never move while Kid Glass was in school. We didn't.

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