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To: Rambi who wrote (37527)	9/9/1999 6:52:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

<<And remember that article CH brought to our attention about the lagging brain development in adolescents? They really don't THINK about consequences yet- not the way adults do. >> Now that is all in the way you're brought up. One summer Sunday, when I was 11, it was raining and golf was out. My dad played and I caddied. My mother was baking a cake and asked if I wanted to help. She put me on the Mixmaster to mix the batter, no fancy mixers back then, you held them and turned the bowl. Well the thing went from mixing to real slow so she told me to go from low to high. Batter flew everywhere. I no more got it shut down and I felt the belt buckle across my cheek. Next one got me in the ear. I went under the table and curled up. I got whacked on the back, legs, head and hands until my dad was wore out. I learned consequenses before I became an adolescent. Consequenses were always a ruling factor if I got caught. Made sure I never got caught again. Never trusted my mother or turned a mixer on high either.

To: Rambi who wrote (37527)	9/9/1999 9:01:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

I agree that the punishment was too tough. That sorta gets lost by the wayside when he brought out the BIG Gun. Mom and Dad hired a lawyer to sue the school under the Americans with Disabilities Act. The ADA is one of those amorphous, poorly written laws that mean well and are so imprecise that they will spawn decades of litigation. Discrimination law is a morass. I've won one sexual discrimination case, and am handling a religious discrimination case, have settled a couple, but those are the only meritorious cases that have consulted me out of many. There was a lady in my office this morning consulting on a discrimination case. Her supervisor is a bitch. It's a Post Office case, I know the supervisor, she is a grade-A bitch. In fact, she's one of the supervisors in the good case I am presently handling, and she was one of the supervisors in the case I won a couple of years ago. But in the case of the lady who consulted me today, there was no racial discrimination, the supervisor was just a bitch. But everyone who's mistreated on the job wants to file a discrimination claim. Yes, I am cynical. There is a child here who is suffering, probably, more than he deserved. It's the avenue of redress he is pursuing that makes me cynical. It was intended to aid people in wheelchairs, blind people, people with cerebral palsy, and so forth, so that they could have wheelchair access to public buildings, and not be fired because they were unsightly. Ach.