his mother is a piece of trash for raising a thug like him. Wonders what she was doing during his formative years? On her back with stranger after stranger taking his turn on her? How many uncles you have growing up Lynch? Too many to count?
Wow!Well I should consider the source as you definitely are trash yourself! My mother has been with the same man that she married for 45 yrs. She always taught her kids right from wrong always!My mother would smack me across my mouth if I ever swore and/or disrespected anyone.
When I was younger I left the area, If I remember correctly I was 9 yrs old.I left with two older kids, we all went to Bladlees. They stole what was considered monster goo which was green and would use out of a monster toy. They got caught and I was with them. My mother when we got home took my wrist and turned on the stove and she stated "You want to steal with these hands."I screamed and cried in complete terror. I never stole.
As a young boy I remember the first time I swore, my mother put a new bar of soap in my mouth and I never forgot the taste of it as it was in my teeth. I was the politest boy. Then when I got to be a teenager I swore for the first time at my father; he turned and stated what did you say to me? I repeated it like a tough guy and he hit me with a straight right. I remember going to church with that black eye receiving communion. Fair to say I never swore at him again.
Now adays this would not be allowed. I deserved the whack across my mouth, to my eye and the other things because I broke the rules. My parents didn't hit us anymore than those incidents which was very few.I remember the belt also, my father would make the snapping noise with the belt and we would know that we did something wrong. And we begged for contrition and stating we would never do it again.
We had to be in before the street lights went on and in the summer the rule was that there had to be an adult present in order to stay out past dinner. We had dinner together every night.We had meat, potatoes and vegetables. My parents sent all three boys to catholic/private schools. I remember my father cutting the TV cord when we got bad report cards. They laugh as they had a new cord in their drawer for their use after we were asleep. We were grounded other times.
My mother wore an apron my entire life as she cleaned the house, dishes and cooked. She was a good mother. Then she went to work when we got a bit older.
Any negatives in my life were never the cause of my parents as they gave me the tools. In cases I chose not use them and I had to pay the consequences. So I never shift blame! What I say is the truth. If I do not pay a bill on time I have to pay a late fee, that is my fault but I do not want to be chastised by the person giving me the fee as I feel that the fee is enough.
There is a lot you do not know about me. My father was strict as a father can be and I was fortunate enough to the point that he also dedicated his time with all of us in sports, school and what ever was needed. I was fortunate to say the least.
My father was also a union spokesperson. I remember as a young kid the picket line in front of the grocery store, we did not cross as it was the same union as my fathers'. He made sure of the lessons. He always taught us that we earned money through hard work and to NEVER steal or to never buy stolen goods. He was also a community leader as I remember him going to court to have a house torn down that had burnt, the court had ordered it torn down by a certain date and he appealed and demanded to have it torn down right away for safety reasons. He was articulate and right. He always taught us right from wrong.
My father is now elderly. We get along but sometimes we argue on politics. I have learned that it is okay to disagree on matters. He is old school in a lot of ways. He worked very hard his entire life, he didn't attend college as his family sent only one boy to college.