To: null and void
I get so mad sometimes with the implacable stupidity of certain "policies" Four of my kids who are in therapeutic foster care and up for adoption are serious outdoor types. The boys love hunting and fishing and collecting bugs and all that fun boy stuff. I was talking to them tonight about what they want for Christmas and one of them wants a toy gun. Normal request for a 7 year old boy, right? Wrong! Gun = bad. It led to a disussion with the foster parents, who also think it's ridiculous, about the policy of the TFC program....no toy guns allowed. Period. They can't get them as gifts and they aren't allowed to go hunting. This isn't state policy, but the policy of the individual program. The oldest (11) really wants to go hunting and has the chance to go. I told the foster dad that these people really need to have a lesson in the second ammendment. He thinks they should realize that it's a TOY.
Now I could understand this mentality with certain kids, but not as a general rule. The idea is to try and restore these kids' lives to some semblance of normalcy....or to actually give them some sense of normalcy, not to screw them up more. And it really hacks me off that they treat foster parents like they're complete idiots. The foster parents are the ones who are with the kids day and night and their homes are being micromanaged by people who see the kids an hour a week. 
1,363 posted on
11/02/2005 7:52:50 PM PST by
sweetliberty
(Stupidity should make you sterile.)
To: sweetliberty
Don't hold back. Tell us how you really feel!
1,364 posted on
11/02/2005 8:03:45 PM PST by
null and void
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To: sweetliberty
1,365 posted on
11/02/2005 8:07:20 PM PST by
Darksheare
(I'm not suspicious & I hope it's nutritious but I think this sandwich is made of mime.)
To: sweetliberty
I was talking to them tonight about what they want for Christmas and one of them wants a toy gun. Normal request for a 7 year old boy, right? Wrong! Gun = bad. A fake gun or bb gun was always at the top of my Christmas list. Luckily my parents and Santa complied... out of thousands of shots taken, I may or may not have killed one chipmunk. (I did assassinate many mail boxes and trash cans with no obvious damage to the targets). I never shot a real gun until I joined the Air Force, and eventually got a marksmanship medal!
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