Letter to Teenagers, end

My wife and I are loving and caring people. We want the best for all the children in our home. We desire a bright and promising future for each and every one of you. We work hard to raise good and descent adults, but the problem is we are failing. Our home is recognized as one of the best treatment homes in the state, if not the nations. We are well educated, highly involved, and professional treatment foster parents (or just parents if you are my son). I spend a great deal of time trying to correct the aberrant behaviors you spit like venom. You strike at the heart, every chance you get. Why then do you fight a war of attrition against these efforts? Is it because you are lazy, and spiteful, and nasty, and short-sighted, and ill-conceived, and emotionally ugly people?

Wake-up and smell the f@cking socks rotting on the floor, you need to change your evil ways. Your sloth is intolerable. You laziness is unacceptable. Your vile contemptuous ways must stop.

Here is the way of my house. Because I pay the bills and am responsible, I will set the level of cleanliness that is acceptable. You, as someone living under MY roof, will live and behave at or above that standard. I even know your thoughts at these statements, “No way, you can make me.”

The sad fact is your right. I can’t make you do anything accept die, and because I love each of you I can’t make you do that. What I can do is convince you that you want to live at an acceptable level. SO now you are asking, “How are you going to do that?” Well, I am not sure what will be the motivation that help you help yourself, but I can promise you that I can find that motivation.

Your reality is that I control nearly every aspect of your lives. The power and the authority rests within my wife and myself. So debate it all you will, but I do have it. I have it and, fair warning, I plan to use it.

You have no idea what to do with us when we act “irrationally”. Well tough. I am going to use that as an instrument in my motivational toolbox. I am going to use everything I have to achieve my ends. I am tired of fighting fair. I am sick of being subverted by laziness, sloth, and self-destructive stupidity. I battle each of these things daily, like everybody else. Here is your notice, its time you starting fighting the good fight.


I know you had a hard life. You suffered. You were damaged by parents who were so incompetent that they should be drawn ad quartered. I do acknowledge that your start in life sucked. Here is the deal, it sucked and that’s bad, but it is not a justification for being an a$$hole. Your vile sh!theaded mothers are not an excuse for YOUR bad behavior. They are not raising you. They do not control your life. Above all else, they are not an excuse. Furthermore, the world does not owe you anything. Tragic or plush, you childhood is not any sort of ticket to Easy Street. I have seen first hand, in my son that a bad start is not a death sentence. I have see that poor parenting is not going to get you ahead, and that good parenting, albeit less painful, doesn’t get you ahead either. You must learn to stand on your own two feet and be successful in this world, and it’s my job to teach it to you.

Here is that problem again, what happens when you don’t want to learn? What can be done and what should be done to make you learn life lessons? What should happen if you refuse to learn at any price?

Frankly, I don’t care much if you are mental, pathological, or disadvantaged, these patterns of behavior are vitriolic to you and me, and thus they will change.

This question could be reframed as what are you worth? Know that I have opened my home to you. I accepted a stranger, with known and well documented problems, into my house. I am fully aware that you are not perfect little angels. I am cognoscente of the psychopathology you are burdened with, but my wife and I are skilled healers. You can reject healing, but you can’t inflict sloth upon me, or others I care for.