Boy did I take a beating this week – pun intended.
Not physically, but by several of my so-called liberal friends who told me I’d sold my soul to the devil or worse, to the GOP or perhaps Donald Trump, because I suggested corporal punishment – in some cases – is warranted by parents.
When browbeaten by a dozen or more of these do-gooders, my first reaction was, “Hey, it wasn’t me. It was my evil twin Skippy.”
Kind of like John Lennon saying, “Here’s another clue for you all. The Walrus was Paul.”
Nobody believes it and it isn’t true anyway.