"My father beat the hell out of me. All it did was make me fantasize about the day I could murder him." - Don Draper
That's pretty much how I feel about my family. I pity people who say things like, "my parents hit me, and I turned out fine." Because in saying that, you're desperately trying to run from the fact that you're not fine. I'm not fine, and I've come to terms with that.
We could run in circles all day arguing about the ethics of hitting kids, but just look at the empirical evidence. What happens when you beat your dog for years on end? Eventually it's going to attack someone. Take a stroll through a bad part of town late at night, and you'll most likely be accosted by someone whose parents taught them the value of using violence to get their way. And if you're one of those parents, what are you going to do if your kid grows up to be 6'4", 230 lbs? You better hope he doesn't remember, or that you succeeded at making him fear you.
“The whole concept of a macronutrient, like that of a calorie, is determining our language game in such a way that the conversation is not making sense." - Dr. Kurt Harris