Fiddle faddle, I say, to this socialized notion of communal raising of children. The only child a village raises is the village idiot! Reduced to expecting handouts and spare change, the idiot becomes predestined for failure.My father, God rest his soul, taught me with a firm leather bullwhip that success goes to those who work hard for it. With his merciless beatings and occasional encouragement, I became self-reliant, hard working, and quite indifferent to what the village thinks. Not to mention, my fleshy buttocks are now coarser than month-old steel wool. I have never been wont for food or shelter, and have never taken a dime from the elitists.If only all of America had my father!