Now, before u start, I realize that “retarded” may not be perfectly PC but there really isn’t a better word to describe the actions of young children today. Bent on self destruction and blessed with an unhealthy lack of fear, rugrats all over the world seem to be hopelessly drawn to a spectacular death. Not unlike christian martyrs of yore, they seem to relish their own dooms and go to great lengths to seek it out. The Rack, the Stake, the cleansing Pyre and even the occasional beheading are ends the modern 2 year old seems eager to bring upon himself.
My question is why? Born a halfbreed beagle in an unwanting home, I was forced to fight for every breath. There were 6 of us and (as bad as this sounds) I was lucky enough to be adopted by McCann. Initially we had our rough spots and i was forced to quickly learn where (and where not) to pee. Times were tough but I never once gave in to despair. I always fought to survive. To prolong my small and miserable existence. I wanted to live.
2 years later and what does McCann do but go and procreate (a dubious decision at best). And what does the little bastard do as soon as he is able to move?.... Everything in his power to try and dispose of himself..... Nice stairs....think I’ll take them on my head. Nice car.....think i’ll lie down under it. Nice knife.... think i’ll commit Seppuku right here on the kitchen fraking floor!
Makes it friggin impossible to relax at home anymore. Always waiting for the 911. Always on guard....on the edge.
And now there's a new one!
Bring on the relative sanity of the bus.
Tosh