I Now Feel A Certain Kinship With Hitler


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His feelings for wanting to exterminate and forever wipe off the face of the earth certain demographics was understood with startling clarity this weekend. Except, I am not racist. I happen to currently carry a deep prejudice against twelve year olds.

Cheeky little buggers.

At first. I tried. Really. To be nice, to win them and do all those fun older sister things. I did not yell at them when they set off firecrackers at twelve at night. Even though the neighbors did. When I was woken Saturday morning by the heathens POUNDING THE LIFE OUT OF MY PIANO, I calmly turned over and went back to sleep. I did not yell at them for jumping on the furniture, nor did I tell them to go to bed at a certain time. I made them cookies and EVEN TOOK THEM TO GET THEIR ATV FIXED.

But, there is something about the belligerent phrase "WOMAN! Fix me some food!" coming out of the mouth of these ungrateful creatures that just didn't sit well with me. At first, I ignored it. Then, I gently corrected. THEN. I TOLD THEM I WOULD PELT THEM WITH COLD WAFFLES AND THAT WAS THE EXTENT OF MY CULINARY ENDEAVORS ON THEIR BEHALF.

I did resort to threatening physical violence. But it was well-deserved. And well received. They studiously avoided me FOR THE REST OF THE AFTERNOON.



Just goes to show: Hitler was right. A few well-placed threats go a long way.


41 Responses to “I Now Feel A Certain Kinship With Hitler”

  1. Blogger DBFrank 

    My father used to tell we kids
    "If you won't respect me, you will at LEAST fear me."
    We did.
    Both.

  2. Blogger The Fred 

    For what it's worth, I kicked the offending party several times in the stomach.

    Remember, threats are useful, but enforcing them is the fun bit!

  3. Blogger The Fred 

    For what it's worth, I kicked the offending party several times in the stomach.

    Remember, threats are useful, but enforcing them is the fun bit!

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