Consider Little Jack Horner for a moment—he who sat in a corner. First, notice his situation—a corner—and ask yourself why? The TIME-OUT, of course, a failure of a discipline program. Rather than spanking the boy, they sit him down, separating him from others, making an example of him, all good and well. I can only speculate in saying that he needed to be in the corner for what others would creep up from behind and do to him out of retaliation. But I digress.

Second, consider his superstition. Simply because he puts in a thumb and pulls out a plum (not personally a plum fan here), somehow this is a sign to him. A sign. Sigh. A sign. An evil and adulterous generation seeks after signs. Put away your superstition, Jack! Please, before it is too late! And those reading, let this be an example of how your superstition will corner you every time.

And lastly, let us see his self-esteem. Despite the corner situation and the nefarious superstition, Mr. Horner proclaims for all: “What a good boy am I?” My head is wagging here. Sad. Just sad. No man is good. None. Little boy. Little girl. Mincemeat eaters. Celery eaters. Plum eaters. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup eaters. A good boy—NOT. I don’t care what kind of supposed good works he thinks he’s done. This is sheer psychological manipulation. Even at his best state, Jack is only vanity. Vanity! I don’t know. Perhaps he heard the Jesse Jackson speech, “I am somebody!” Jack is a lover of his own self. Put away the self-esteem Jack! Or hit the road! Get yourself back to the table. Your seat is empty, but the table is full.