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I was thinking a lot about this. About what I’d do for my kids. I’d do a hell of a lot for them. I’d give my organs to them, I’d give my life for them, I literally have given the last dollar in my account to feed them. But I respect them enough to let them succeed or fail on their own. I provided all the tools for them to learn, but if they didn’t want to pick them up - that’s on them. I gave them lots of opportunity to succeed. They need to know success. But they need to know genuine success. And they need to know I’m there if they don’t. I’ll teach them how to deal with failure. I have immense faith in my kids. I believe in them. They amaze me everyday with the adults they are.

How little faith these parents had in their children. How little respect. How poorly they prepared their children for the world. How can these kids believe in themselves when obviously their parents don’t believe in them. They can’t even get into college on their own brain power. The message they get is that they are stupid, unathletic, and someone else is responsible for their success.

I hope these parents see what they’ve done. The damage they’ve done to their children. I doubt it, but I can hope.
This. A thousand times THIS! The best job any parent or guardian can do for his/her child is to teach them the skills necessary to make it in this world. The value of hard work. The value of getting a good education. That you don't get a trophy just for showing up. That, gasp, life ain't fair.

But, if you've done your job, your child will know what he/she needs to do to find their way in this world.
Yes, yes, and yes! Thank you for being parents as a primary role—and at all times—first; thank you for doing the job appropriately; and thank you for having the courage and fortitude to accept the responsibilities, challenges, successes and disappointments that come with the job and still take the job head on.

It’s good to see parenting come back. Thank you.
 
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In this 1961 video, an idealistic young high school graduate finds rejection trying to get into college. Why? Because Florida parents were too myopic and cheap-ass to pay for the expansion of classrooms at Florida State University in Tallahassee. Depressed at the wooden acting and production level of this film, he went west to California and UCLA to major in film making-- and music. The rest is history.

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Lori Loughlin sentenced to 2 months in prison in college admissions scam. Her husband, Mossimo Giannulli, got 5 months - CNN

Thank goodness.This final weary chapter came to a conclusion, somewhat anti-climatically and in the midst of a COVID-19 pandemic crises for colleges and universities around the country. Celebrity couple Mossimo Giannulli and his Hollywood wife Lori Loughlin were admonished by the judge for committing high crimes and misdemeanors, told to pay-up what is essentially loose change for them and-- most significantly for a general public thirsty to see socialites tossed into a bleak medieval dungeon-- given a few scant months in some Club Fed.

Mossimo Giannulli, a small man usually seen walking obediently a few paces behind his confident, assertive wife Lori Loughlin, was mysteriously given three-months additional jail time more than she, ostensibly because he was more heavily involved with the crime. I'll wager the poor bastard was minding his own business when Lori stomped into his room one day with her two air-head daughters in-tow, and demanded he write a fat check to sleazeball William Singer. That, or with their high school GPAs and SAT scores, they were both lucky to get into a California junior college.

Guys always get the shaft. :(
 
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Lori Loughlin's Husband Mossimo Gets Tough New Look as Prison Approaches

Ahead of his 5-month prison sentence at a Club Fed where he will no-doubt brush-up on his golfing skills and acquire new ones like cabinet making, Mossimo Giannulli is nevertheless taking no chances. Giannulli has been tutored extensively on prison life by ex-cons, paid behavioral "big-house" mentors who have informed him that his fame as a fashion designer ranks just below that of marshmallow salesmen in professions with perceived ferocity. So gone is the diminutive, subservient wimp who always trailed his wife Lori Loughlin into court and enter a look more associated with that of a B-list psycho movie mass murderer. It's better to be bad bro.

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