I “love” when people, with upmost sincerity, look at me with a perplexed look on their faces and say, “So Why Don’t You Have Kids?” This particularly irks me when this, in my opinion, BEYOND ridiculous question, comes from the mouth of a clueless white male who never goes through childbirth or pregnancy a day in his life and who has had a stay-at-home “Betty Crocker” type mother – the kind who has never worked outside of the home. (I won’t NAME anybody out on this today especially if they are NOT a celebrity) (even though they THINK they are). So Carly Fiorina doesn’t think everybody in America should get maternity leave. Did you hear that all you parents out there? PRO LIFE advocates (WHATEVER the fuck that means…seriously…I’m cracking up laughing right now) REALLY have this section in their brain that thinks money grows on trees. Their argument? Let the COMPANIES decide. Well, having been FIRED by MORE THAN ONE COMPANY (PLURAL. PLURAL. PLURAL) because I had to attend funeral services or near-death-experience-of-family members (while WHITE MEN discuss PLAYBOY MANSION outings and show pictures of tits on their phones in the CORPORATE environment – 30, 40, 50 year old men not teenagers) I’m really not TRUSTING companies to look out for ANYBODY’s DAMN INTEREST ESPECIALLY the one who is going through childbirth and pregnancy while her counterpart is discussing Playboy Mansion outings and whacking off to tits on his phone. Not to mention the absolute and blatant discrimination of workers in this country who CHOOSE NOT to breed. I mean, it’s ridiculous. And so it is. God Bless America. Amen.
Posts tagged ‘Alcohol Fetal Syndrome’
God help us all. Used to think only low-class, dirt-bag types were the ones to participate in unprotected sex yielding unnecessary procreation. Then I read the latest article about Charlie Sheen wanting to have his $55,000 a month child support payments ceased. Now, I’ve been called “crazy” a zillion times (thank you!) but please, God in Heaven, express to me why anyone with even a half a brain cell would give someone like Charlie Sheen that kind of money to begin with….because I just don’t get it. There’s a few other things I don’t get either (but remember….I’m “crazy” by some people’s standards….again, Thanks!). Why would anybody procreate? I mean, have they lived in this world? Now, I don’t want to come off as judgmental or anything. I mean, it’s not like ANYBODY has EVER judged me for NOT WANTING TO PUT MORE PEOPLE ON AN ALREADY OVERPOPULATED PLANET WHERE WE CAN’T EVEN TAKE CARE OF THE PEOPLE WHO ARE ALREADY HERE POST-WOMB. NAH. It’s not like ANYBODY has ever said to me, “oh what do YOU know about ANYTHING….YOU”VE never had KIDS”, or, “well the reason she looks good is because SHE NEVER HAD KIDS !!!!!!” (as they spit in my face and the rage wrinkles up their already sleep-deprived visage) or they FIRE me from job(s) (plural) as the photos of their ALCOHOL-FETAL OFFSPRING sit calmly on their desks while I leave the office followed by security as I quickly make my way to the airport in hopes of catching the plane that will allow me to witness the last breaths of my dying parent. Don’t get me started on what the government has taken out in taxes in my CHILDLESS earnings. I mean, FAR BE IT FROM ME to JUDGE ANYONE who CHOOSES to BREED. (Whoopsie…..that “crazy”-ness is coming out yet again!) Here’s another QUESTION I’d like to ponder God in Heaven.….Who…..in their functioning right mind….would pay money or go to see a has-been like DON DOKKEN at some blue-collar hole-in-the-wall and then write a review on it like anybody who is not stuck in 1988 really cares? ANSWER (From God in Heaven): “A Messsed Up BREEDER who has a lame life and who never left low class New Jersey and it’s a Big Deal for that person to try to impress people who do nothing better than drink alcohol and breed”. (Me again) OH! Duh! I forgot all about that. It’s been so long since I’ve been back there. By the way…..THANK YOU GOD !!!!!!!!!!!! PRAISE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AMEN! AMEN! PRAISE GOD !!!!! Peace and Blessings.