My thought exactly. Kids would never even think that doing such a thing was permissible if they'd had my late dad for a father. By the time my brother and I old enough to wander around, all he had to do was stare at us and point at his belt and we immediately got civilized. Oddly enough, I don't remember him ever actually spanking us; he just made it abundantly clear that he would if we did something he wouldn't tolerate. I guess today, the ACLU and the child welfare bureaucrats would sue and prosecute him for raising his kids right, which is a large part of the reason why the world is full of spoiled, arrogant little hellions.
I think I could have had a lot of fun with this circa 77-81. Questioning nonmilitary service on the part of those who should have served. Pointing out uncomfortable facts. Asking why a recently graduated seniors car was always overnight at the science teachers house.