Summary
BECAUSE I don't spend a lot of time around children, and cross the street to avoid packs of teenagers (especially clustered around the off-licence like dogs underneath a dinner table, hoping for a surreptitious scrap), I'm fairly wary of juveniles as a species.
It's no use saying they're more afraid of me than I am of them. It's pointless reminding me of the splendid examples among my acquaintance, for they've been hand- reared from birth by friends. No, headlines reliably inform me that apart from those rare ambulance-summoning tots who save lives, the bulk of today's youngsters are binge-drinking, heroin-injecting and morning-after- pill-popping, knife-wielding layabouts. They lack the stamina to read anything longer than a telly listing, know less than nothing about history and remain apathetic about social change. At the same time, minors are apparently easily damaged creatures who must not discover that some sheep are born black, must not be allowed to engage in snowball fights or other activities in which there is a winner and a loser, and must never, ever, be traumatised with criticism.See the full content of this document
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Next World Rulers Dump Teenage Layabout Label
This kind of gross over-generalisation is easily deflated with a pea-shooter. But I can go rudimentary weaponry one better - I possess empirical evidence, having...
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