A friend of my cousin's uncle who had just traded him a six-pack of beer for a wrecked Ferrari engine likes to tell this story which he, himself saw first hand....
A father and son are having a conversation about life when the son reflects on how he was raised. "Dad, I'm glad you taught me right from wrong, and when I didn't understand the difference, you were man enough to smack the difference into my ass."
"Son, it was harder on me than you can imagine. When I did it, I thought of Jesus and his love which shields us all."
"I know dad, in fact, I remember one time when I was in supermarket checkout stand, after work. In front of me was a punk, bubble-gum chewing crack whore welfare mother flipping through the rags with her day-glo painted fingernails, while her charming five-or-so year old offspring is entertaining himself by repeatedly ramming the shopping cart into a disabled, one-armed, veteran senior citizen standing in front of them.
The old war-hero was too feeble to do much about it, so I ripped away the rag and told that punk crack whore to deal with her kid. At this, the punk crack whore informs the whole market at the top of her voice that she will do nothing, NOTHING, SINCE HER PRECIOUS CHILD WILL HAVE A FREE UPBRINGING! I was stunned by the sheer inanity of this for a moment. Then, I asked myself, what would Toby Keith do? I didn't have a boot handy, so, instead, I reached into her cart and grabbed a Heinz ketchup bottle (I knew those scumbag liberals, the Heinz-Kerry's would be good for something other than killing babies), and upended the bottle over the crack whore and gives it a mighty squeeze. As you can deduce, the crack whore ends up looking like something right outta a horror movie, with ketchup on top. Then I told her 'I had a free upbringing too, you hippie b*tch'
Now, the funny thing is dad, when I tell my friends here that story, every one of them seems to think I'd make a good woman. It really warms the heart, pa."
At this point, a different young man, his eyes solemn with duty and love of country, in a glistening uniform, approaches the man's father. With kindness, he puts his hand on the older gentleman's shoulder and says, "I'm sorry sir, but visiting hours are over."