Enough of this hippie bullshit about raising children:

The diagnosis of bipolar disorder in children and adolescents has risen 40-fold since 1994, according to a new study. But researchers partly attribute the dramatic rise to doctors over-diagnosing the serious psychiatric disorder.

In the report released Monday in the journal Archives of General Psychiatry, researchers looked at the number of times children younger than 19 went to the doctor and were diagnosed with or treated for bipolar disorder. They found the number of such visits soared from an estimated 20,000 in 1994 to 800,000 in 2003.

It’s remarkable how the standard of living in this country has risen so dramatically but the number of depressed brats running around has gone up. I don’t have a degree in Brat Science, but I’m willing to bet that the increase in depressed kids coincides with the end of an era where parents simply said “no.” When you didn’t like your dinner, your parents didn’t buy you six more and allow a fucking taste test in hopes that you’d be happy and stop fucking whining, they told you to hold your nose and think about the starving kids in China. When you didn’t get the Power Wheels you wanted your parents told you “sometimes you don’t get what you want!” When you “acted out” you got a pinch, the slap, the belt, or a combination of the three while your father screamed incoherently like Mel Gibson in Braveheart. Today we have ADD, bipolar disorder, and middle child syndrome. Why? Because hippie assclowns who have been wrong about virtually everything told us it’s not ok to reasonably smack children around.  Quite frankly, every anti-depressant prescription should be replaced by a streaming video from a third world country and an “ungrateful brat slap.”

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