Now that's a different story. Sorry to hear about that, that's not ok.
Don't be,people from her generation and past generations got educated with a lot of beatings.It was and still is a thing,this is changing of course.Brazilians tend to use way too much violence to discipline kids.I see this as tough love nowadays.i think i actually got it ease compared to my parents.My Mom lost a nail once because her dad tried to beat my uncle with a wooden baton because he didn't go out to buy him cigaretes(she got in the way,tried to protect her brother).This was viewed as normal.
 
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Don't be,people from her generation and past generations got educated with a lot of beatings.It was and still is a thing,this is changing of course.Brazilians tend to use way too much violence to discipline kids.I see this as tough love nowadays.i think i actually got it ease compared to my parents.My Mom lost a nail once because her dad tried to beat my uncle with a wood baton because he didn't go out to buy him cigaretes.This was viewed as normal.
Bro, everybody used to hit their kids, it's not a Brazilian thing. You clearly got some problems due to the abuse, no shame in seeking help. Everybody needs help at some point in their lives.
 
Don't be,people from her generation and past generations got educated with a lot of beatings.It was and still is a thing,this is changing of course.Brazilians tend to use way too much violence to discipline kids.I see this as tough love nowadays.i think i actually got it ease compared to my parents.My Mom lost a nail once because her dad tried to beat my uncle with a wood baton because he didn't go out to buy him cigaretes.This was viewed as normal.
Thats why most things are best in moderation. Not a fan of that kind of teaching, but im not a fan of the Gen Z new kind of teaching where they give complete freedom to their kids either.
 
Bro, everybody used to hit their kids, it's not a Brazilian thing. You clearly got some problems due to the abuse, no shame in seeking help. Everybody needs help at some point in their lives.
I know,but things here go over board.I got slapped,punched,kicked,beat with all sorts of house items.Had to sleep on my fathers office once.
Thats why most things are best in moderation. Not a fan of that kind of teaching, but im not a fan of the Gen Z new kind of teaching where they give complete freedom to their kids either.
Old timers will say no beatings will make kids soft,i disagree of course.But giving total freedom will for sure make kids spoiled.You can't get away with everything.I think i would slap my kid if i caught him using drugs or doing some stupid shit like hanging out in a whorehouse or something similar.
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Bro, everybody used to hit their kids, it's not a Brazilian thing. You clearly got some problems due to the abuse, no shame in seeking help. Everybody needs help at some point in their lives.
what problems?lol i'm chill
 
Do you still live with them? Do you have the means to move out?
I live by myself.Dude,i'm 26.My parents are old.The worst thing they can do to me now is try some verbal humiliation or something like that.The beatings are in the past.Last time it happened i got into a fist fight with dad and it was a shit show.It never happened since that day.
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Thats why most things are best in moderation. Not a fan of that kind of teaching, but im not a fan of the Gen Z new kind of teaching where they give complete freedom to their kids either.
Moderation is the word.Punishements need to be proportional to whatever stupid thing the kid did.Free beatings over stupid shit like bad grades is just child abuse.
 

Seatonnes

playing Marvel Rivals
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love thou dost in us command.
We see thee rising fair, dear land,
The True North, strong and free;
And stand on guard, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
(Refrain)
O Canada! O Canada!
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee,
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! Where pines and maples grow,
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow,
How dear to us thy broad domain,
From East to Western sea!
Thou land of hope for all who toil!
Thou True North, strong and free!
(Refrain)
O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies
May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise,
To keep thee steadfast through the years
From East to Western sea,
Our own beloved native land,
Our True North, strong and free!
(Refrain)
Ruler Supreme, Who hearest humble prayer,
Hold our dominion within Thy loving care.
Help us to find, O God, in Thee
A lasting, rich reward,
As waiting for the Better Day,
We ever stand on guard.
(Refrain)
 
O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love thou dost in us command.
We see thee rising fair, dear land,
The True North, strong and free;
And stand on guard, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
(Refrain)
O Canada! O Canada!
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee,
O Canada! We stand on guard for thee.
O Canada! Where pines and maples grow,
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow,
How dear to us thy broad domain,
From East to Western sea!
Thou land of hope for all who toil!
Thou True North, strong and free!
(Refrain)
O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies
May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise,
To keep thee steadfast through the years
From East to Western sea,
Our own beloved native land,
Our True North, strong and free!
(Refrain)
Ruler Supreme, Who hearest humble prayer,
Hold our dominion within Thy loving care.
Help us to find, O God, in Thee
A lasting, rich reward,
As waiting for the Better Day,
We ever stand on guard.
(Refrain)
Give this man a ban.
 

Seatonnes

playing Marvel Rivals
Give this man a ban.
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto - “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
 

Mr. Reloaded

Professional Backstabber
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto - “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
 
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto - “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
 

Seatonnes

playing Marvel Rivals
¡Oh, gloria inmarcesible!
¡Oh, júbilo inmortal!
¡En surcos de dolores
El bien germina ya!
¡Cesó la horrible noche!
La libertad sublime
Derrama las auroras
De su invencible luz.
La humanidad entera,
Que entre cadenas gime,
Comprende las palabras
“Del que murió en la cruz”.
¡Independencia! grita
El mundo americano;
Se baña en sangre de héroes
La tierra de Colón.
Pero este gran principio:
«El rey no es soberano»,
Resuena, y los que sufren
Bendicen su pasión.
Del Orinoco el cauce
Se colma de despojos;
De sangre y llanto un río
Se mira allí correr.
En Bárbula no saben
Las almas ni los ojos
Si admiración o espanto
Sentir o padecer.
A orillas del Caribe
Hambriento un pueblo lucha,
Horrores prefiriendo
A pérfida salud.
¡Oh sí! de Cartagena
La abnegación es mucha,
Y escombros de la muerte
Desprecian su virtud.
De Boyacá en los campos
El genio de la gloria
Con cada espiga un héroe
Invicto coronó.
Soldados sin coraza
Ganaron la victoria;
Su varonil aliento
De escudo les sirvió.
Bolívar cruza el Ande
Que riega dos océanos;
Espadas cual centellas
Fulguran en Junín.
Centauros indomables
Descienden a los llanos,
Y empieza a presentirse
De la epopeya el fin.
La trompa victoriosa
Que en Ayacucho truena,
En cada triunfo crece
Su formidable son.
En su expansivo empuje
La libertad se estrena,
Del cielo americano
Formando un pabellón.
La Virgen sus cabellos
Arranca en agonía
Y de su amor viuda
Los cuelga del ciprés.
Lamenta su esperanza
Que cubre losa fría,
Pero glorioso orgullo
Circunda su alba tez.
La Patria así se forma,
termópilas brotando;
Constelación de cíclopes
Su noche iluminó.
La flor estremecida,
Mortal el viento aullando
Debajo los laureles
Seguridad buscó.
Mas no es completa gloria
Vencer en la batalla,
Que al brazo que combate
Lo anima la verdad.
La independencia sola
El gran clamor no acalla;
Si el sol alumbra a todos,
Justicia es libertad.
Del hombre los derechos
Nariño predicando,
El alma de la lucha
Profético enseñó.
Ricaurte en San Mateo
En átomos volando,
«Deber antes que vida»,
Con llamas escribió.
 
¡Oh, gloria inmarcesible!
¡Oh, júbilo inmortal!
¡En surcos de dolores
El bien germina ya!
¡Cesó la horrible noche!
La libertad sublime
Derrama las auroras
De su invencible luz.
La humanidad entera,
Que entre cadenas gime,
Comprende las palabras
“Del que murió en la cruz”.
¡Independencia! grita
El mundo americano;
Se baña en sangre de héroes
La tierra de Colón.
Pero este gran principio:
«El rey no es soberano»,
Resuena, y los que sufren
Bendicen su pasión.
Del Orinoco el cauce
Se colma de despojos;
De sangre y llanto un río
Se mira allí correr.
En Bárbula no saben
Las almas ni los ojos
Si admiración o espanto
Sentir o padecer.
A orillas del Caribe
Hambriento un pueblo lucha,
Horrores prefiriendo
A pérfida salud.
¡Oh sí! de Cartagena
La abnegación es mucha,
Y escombros de la muerte
Desprecian su virtud.
De Boyacá en los campos
El genio de la gloria
Con cada espiga un héroe
Invicto coronó.
Soldados sin coraza
Ganaron la victoria;
Su varonil aliento
De escudo les sirvió.
Bolívar cruza el Ande
Que riega dos océanos;
Espadas cual centellas
Fulguran en Junín.
Centauros indomables
Descienden a los llanos,
Y empieza a presentirse
De la epopeya el fin.
La trompa victoriosa
Que en Ayacucho truena,
En cada triunfo crece
Su formidable son.
En su expansivo empuje
La libertad se estrena,
Del cielo americano
Formando un pabellón.
La Virgen sus cabellos
Arranca en agonía
Y de su amor viuda
Los cuelga del ciprés.
Lamenta su esperanza
Que cubre losa fría,
Pero glorioso orgullo
Circunda su alba tez.
La Patria así se forma,
termópilas brotando;
Constelación de cíclopes
Su noche iluminó.
La flor estremecida,
Mortal el viento aullando
Debajo los laureles
Seguridad buscó.
Mas no es completa gloria
Vencer en la batalla,
Que al brazo que combate
Lo anima la verdad.
La independencia sola
El gran clamor no acalla;
Si el sol alumbra a todos,
Justicia es libertad.
Del hombre los derechos
Nariño predicando,
El alma de la lucha
Profético enseñó.
Ricaurte en San Mateo
En átomos volando,
«Deber antes que vida»,
Con llamas escribió.
Jesus fuck!!!! What the fuck??? I got all sorts of flashbacks just now.
 
Historia que tú hiciste
Historia por hacer
Porque nadie resiste
Tus ganas de vencer
Ya salen las estrellas
Mi viejo Chamartín
De lejos y de cerca
Nos traes hasta aquí
Llevo tu camiseta
Pegada al corazón
Los días que tú juegas
Son todo lo que soy
Ya corre la saeta
Ya ataca mi Madrid
Soy lucha, soy belleza
El grito que aprendí
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
¡Hala Madrid!
Y nada más
Y nada más
¡Hala Madrid!
Historia que tú hiciste
Historia por hacer
Porque nadie resiste
Tus ganas de vencer
Ya salen las estrellas
Mi viejo Chamartín
De lejos y de cerca
Nos traes hasta aquí
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
¡Hala Madrid!
Y nada más
Y nada más
¡Hala Madrid!
 
Historia que tú hiciste
Historia por hacer
Porque nadie resiste
Tus ganas de vencer
Ya salen las estrellas
Mi viejo Chamartín
De lejos y de cerca
Nos traes hasta aquí
Llevo tu camiseta
Pegada al corazón
Los días que tú juegas
Son todo lo que soy
Ya corre la saeta
Ya ataca mi Madrid
Soy lucha, soy belleza
El grito que aprendí
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
¡Hala Madrid!
Y nada más
Y nada más
¡Hala Madrid!
Historia que tú hiciste
Historia por hacer
Porque nadie resiste
Tus ganas de vencer
Ya salen las estrellas
Mi viejo Chamartín
De lejos y de cerca
Nos traes hasta aquí
Madrid, Madrid, Madrid
¡Hala Madrid!
Y nada más
Y nada más
¡Hala Madrid!
lol soccer anthem
 
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