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A rant on ‘fucking’

Why would you decide to keep a child only to care for it in the stage of pleasant breath? Many times I think most people don’t abort the pre-40 day fetus simply because they fear an imaginary place of torture somewhere under the lithosphere. The fear of being banished to Hell for murder must be the reason why *I* wasn’t aborted at least. How else could such apathy and unkindness be brought out in my so-called mother directed toward me so intentionally and effectively?

She does manage to keep up the facade of a loving family outside of her home but it is cardboard. On the inside she spends most of her days selfishly bustling from one reality TV show to another while casually spouting words of venom in my face and fevering over real estate ads in every publication she can get her hateful fingers on.

That brings us to a greater topic, why is having children neccesary and what are our duties if we do decide to have children? In a past age children were neccesary to sustain the species as most people died young from animal attacks, disease, war or simple famine. Fucking was a neccesary activity – and it helped us outlast the wooly mammoth, plagues and 10,000 years of bloodshed. Children were neccesary companions (tools) which aided us in the operations of daily life. Today the christian neurosis of ‘be fruitful and multiply’ is not only impractical but also the doom of this world. We don’t need farmhands now adays, we don’t need heirs to survive a volley of Parthian arrows and live on, we don’t need children to outlive ourselves, and more broadly, endure the survival of the species. Although be fruitful and multiply might fatten the coffers of the already grossly affluent church in tithes and ‘donations’ in the same thrust (quite literally) it leads more and more to eradication of natural harmony.

Industrialization and a capitalist society coupling with remnant christian nonsensities is to blame. With the advent of the city a new environment was created for indescriminate rutting. As population soared materialism and instant gratification took place of the importance of civic virtue and quality of character, leading to the download spiral of emotional dysfunction and self-loathing that reached an apex in the 80s and persists to this day, more easily hidden from the dead eyes of the media, but still thriving in suburbs as spoiled pseudogangster children (out of sight, out of mind) spend mommy’s money to create their own culture centered around disease, waste and treachery instituted by daily doses of heroin and alcohol.

This disease becomes more pronounced every generation. The further away we sink from antiquity the more parents become simply spawn points to vommit out new Adidas shirt wearing clones. Intimacy and a education in living well is neccesary for the child, a training the public schools not only avoid but try their best to work counter to, indoctrinating youths with ‘job placement tests’ and yarns about how Columbus didn’t know the world was round and brought iPods for all the little indians instead of obliterating 6 million Arawak indians. An education in the virtues of citizenship, clear judgment, rhetoric, civic duties and how to temper life is neccesary – something that was very much familiar to a 18th century child, but is alien to the contemporary. Blindly sending your children to school is not going to make them feel loved or actually educate them – it just introduces unguided and confused kids to one another, where they can learn how to waste their lives most rapidly together. Although it seems convienient to drop off a person at a concrete building and they grow up to be mature adults – it is simply not reality. Your children are doing things you could not imagine, or could, being a product of the same idols, new name, different face, same babble and nonthink.

Intimacy in the home. A concerned eye. Love. Real love. Soon the bastard generation will be spawning their own – unable to restrain themselves from probing moist places – and the semblance of intimacy and parenthood generation X has so superfically mustered today will be even more faint, or even gone then.

Children should be taught that they are gods, capable of anything, born to accomplish great deeds and conquer great injustices, inspired to be something greater than a anonymous face that so readily sucks a tyrant’s cock by shoveling green papers toward him. You have come to this realm to conquer it, and with a little love and a push in the right direction, that is possible. We must rise above the dead, shuffling faceless. We must appreciate something beyond mediocrity. I shouldn’t be excited about my birthday or be expected to flap my hands together after the 2 minutes hate.

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