|How to lick bad manners with a disobedient child.|
Hey Mom and Dad, it's that time of year. Let the psy op begin. Time to unleash that Elf on the Shelf doll and mentally coerce Johnny or Janie into proper behavioral mode.
For those parents who somehow never heard of Elf on The Shelf learn and join in the eXmas fun.
The Elf is an anorexic doll around ten inches tall clad in a red and white outfit that evoke's Santa's sartorial style. He can be placed at various locations in your home such as on top of a bookcase but only do this under the cover of night when the tiny one is in a sugar-induced coma. Changing locations gives the impression to the young sucker that the Elf is alive.
You tell your victim the Elf is a scout from Santa. The Elf's assignment: keep on eye on children in that home. At night the Elf flies to the corporate HQ at the North Pole (right next door to Superman's Fortress of Solitude), to report to Santa how well-behaved a child has been. Of course it's the same threat once used directly with Santa: Behave or if Saint Nick knows you've been naughty no toys for you.
Santa both nice and mean? A little one can't grok the dualism. It's like with God: the Great One can be fatherly and share love or he can be sociopathic and strike with eternal damnation. What to do? Well, have some another guy to sluff the bad stuff on. Satan is really the meanie and if you fall for his wiles it's your fault, not dear old God.
With Santa the negative aspects can be projected on the Elf on the Shelf. A kid can blame the Elf for ratting him out. His anger is directed at the Elf, not the Elf's boss.
Besides getting your brat to behave it also trains him to accept the police state that Donald Trump will institute. (This police state will prevent snide comments about Donald's small hands.)
But there are limits to this psy op. Occasionally a child isn't intimidated by a creature so much smaller than him. How many parents have experienced an elfen backup with their toilets?
When that psy op is blown it is time to go for another one, a tradition harking back to the early days of eXmas. Put Krampus on the job.
Krampus is the original other guy to take the blame for Santa. Like Santa he dates back to pre-Christian times. (Once again evil paganism has been subsumed by a good religion.)
Nothing says mind control more than a humanoid half-goat monster with a lolling tongue way longer than Gene Simmon's cow-tongue enhancement.
Just have the little naive one look at the computer at the Krampus images you've found through Google and tell him, "See, he's real." If drawings don't work then show him photos from Krampus celebrations around the world, people dressed in demonic costumes and makeup. Such events take place from Austria to Canada to even the USA (including Dallas, Texas. That figures.)
You can even buy a Krampus doll and then nocturnally relocate it around the home to show Krampus is alive and watching. Tremendously more impressive than that pussy Elf.
The downside to all of this is when your child is old enough to realize you have been lying to him about Santa, Krampus, and Elf on the Shelf. But isn't it worth the resentment to toughen him up to other lies that will be exposed, e.g.., the deception that the USA is a democracy?
Feeling guilty about such cruel manipulation of a trusting child? Don't worry. You'll have plenty of time to atone when you wake up in hell. : )
|PHOTO: Anita Martinz - Perchtenlauf Klagenfurt |