really doe?

Do I even have to explain? I don’t care if you wrote it, the kid wrote it, if you forced them to- whatever. Of course the kid is gonna be holdin’ up shit you want to say. Really, it means absolutely nothing. If anything, you look like a bigger asshole. 

What I want to see is kids walk to a march on their own, and hold up their own signs and shit. By themselves. And march against what their parents and teachers believe. That’s what you should want to see. That would move me. Isn’t that what you’re doing, anyway?

‘Yall are moved by kid saying shit that has been fed to them by their parents. And I don’t mean they’ve been trained to say that shit- they’ve been raised. There’s nothing wrong with that. Raise your kids right. But that shit ain’t nothin’ special. 

All it is is showing that this kid’s parents roll with this particular idea or whatever.

Shit ain’t cute. It’s using your kids to make yourself feel better about whatever “cause” you moving with. Just raise your kids. They will grow, and grow actual fucking minds. How that kid acts and lives will be a reflection of you. That’s what you should be working for- raising people. Parading a kid around like that really isn’t anything special. Its not like they won science fair or learned twelve languages or is some violin virtuoso. This ‘aint no talent. Show me a kid that fully digests political ideas- and the repercussions of it. Shit is rare. Like Kid Jesus arguing with priests rare. lol. But really doe. This is something even we have trouble with.

So don’t get at me with the “innocence of a child” and “from the voice of babes”. Shit is true. Kids don’t want anyone to be sad. Refreshing. But damn, babes will say anything, follow me? Go to a white elementary school ‘round ‘52. Check the shit that comes out the voice of babes then. Shit. ‘02.

And do ‘yall remember that KONY video, and that bit where that kid was pointing to that picture of the dude? That shit was mad creepy, right? Kids, kid. And plenty of ‘yall fell for that shit too. Mad touching, right? Nope. 

I’m getting sidetracked here. All I am saying is that kid may very well be thinking on his own, completely. But how could anyone know? Therefore, why should anyone care.

Too many kids are too impressionable to take too seriously. haha like I was. well

All I’m saying is

I don’t give a fuck bout ya kids

Read this. I know its tough, but you have to try. Some of the bullshit I found on the Facebook. And don’t worry. I have a short response. 

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words: 

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. 
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 

Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love. 

Love, God

Don’t say you’re too busy to forward this. Just go ahead and do it.

Not a long response to this one…so God is like Santa Claus now? That’s what the moral of the story is here. An excellent example of popular religion today. This is how religious parents explain death to their kids. Hilariously sad. Sending a letter is an excellence substitute for prayer, I guess. LOL smh.

I’m sorry guys, I love ‘yall to death-but I got to unfollow you. 

Line has been drawn. making room on the dash.

The fuck? Block ‘em. Change your url. Tumblr is great because you can choose what comes up on your dash. Unlike Facebook.

“But his site is going to slowly become uncool!“ Just follow “cool” blogs, then. Haha. 

Like tumblr “belongs” to the only couple thousand that were here a year ago. Why not the first hundred that were here when it first began? Haha

Kids, you can’t own a website. Get over yourselves and enjoy the best this good one has to offer.