Heart Break and Relocation
August 9 2009
Greetings my Dear Readers,
The last few days since my last post have been a roller coaster of activity often leaving me mentally and emotionally exhausted. So without further delay let's jump right in...
Heartbreak and Anger
Every time I wander out these days I am amazed by the number of people that crowd our malls and local streets with small children in tow and yet are completely oblivious to their children's presence. Parents who parade around often with 3 or 4 children in tow yet storm ahead and pay zero attention to their children who struggle against the crowds in an attempt to keep up with parents who barely know they exist.
This all too common scenario that I witness daily, and more so in the summer, used to make me angry, now it just depresses me. Small children who want nothing more then to be loved and cared for are herded around and ignored, treated more like a burden then a gift. These parents pump out children like its nothing then seem to care so little for them. Its heart breaking to witness. These children are little more then a meal ticket for the majority of these so called parents. These are people who need to be taken into a private room and beaten severely in the hope that they might then feel some of the anger, frustration and hurt that they are putting their children through by not acknowledging them for the previous gift that they are.
The longer I live on this planet and the more I see how children are taken for granted, hurt, abused, exploited and just simply unwanted by so many, the more I lean in favour of forced sterilization. So many people are in such a rush and so wrapped up in their pathetic lives that they fail to see the effect they are having on their children and the long term damage they are doing to them by writing them off as burdens rather then loving and cherishing them for then precious gift that they are.
Some call this North American Society, I call it De-Evolution of Mankind.
Plan "B"
Everything is all but set in stone now. Weeks of packing have finally come to an end, moving companies are booked, accommodations are arranged, and all seems finally ready. The stress of preparation is all but done. Now the next 72 hours will see everything put in motion with completion by the end of the week. Its been emotionally draining with more to do then there are hours in a day. Its my friends, the few who have proven themselves to be true, repeatedly over the years, that have made this all manageable and kept me sane.
With everything set to go into motion shortly, this will likely be my last post until the relocation is complete and I am able to get re-setup in the Land of Not. Although I have mixed views on this entire re-location, it is over all a step up in the general food chain of life, and will allow me to put in motion other long term plans that have been sitting and waiting for an opportunity to see fruition.
Not to worry my dear readers, if all goes well I should be back up and running and free to return to my ranting and raving before months end.
Until next time,
As Always,
Your Cold Hearted Bastard,
D.
Greetings my Dear Readers,
The last few days since my last post have been a roller coaster of activity often leaving me mentally and emotionally exhausted. So without further delay let's jump right in...
Heartbreak and Anger
Every time I wander out these days I am amazed by the number of people that crowd our malls and local streets with small children in tow and yet are completely oblivious to their children's presence. Parents who parade around often with 3 or 4 children in tow yet storm ahead and pay zero attention to their children who struggle against the crowds in an attempt to keep up with parents who barely know they exist.
This all too common scenario that I witness daily, and more so in the summer, used to make me angry, now it just depresses me. Small children who want nothing more then to be loved and cared for are herded around and ignored, treated more like a burden then a gift. These parents pump out children like its nothing then seem to care so little for them. Its heart breaking to witness. These children are little more then a meal ticket for the majority of these so called parents. These are people who need to be taken into a private room and beaten severely in the hope that they might then feel some of the anger, frustration and hurt that they are putting their children through by not acknowledging them for the previous gift that they are.
The longer I live on this planet and the more I see how children are taken for granted, hurt, abused, exploited and just simply unwanted by so many, the more I lean in favour of forced sterilization. So many people are in such a rush and so wrapped up in their pathetic lives that they fail to see the effect they are having on their children and the long term damage they are doing to them by writing them off as burdens rather then loving and cherishing them for then precious gift that they are.
Some call this North American Society, I call it De-Evolution of Mankind.
Plan "B"
Everything is all but set in stone now. Weeks of packing have finally come to an end, moving companies are booked, accommodations are arranged, and all seems finally ready. The stress of preparation is all but done. Now the next 72 hours will see everything put in motion with completion by the end of the week. Its been emotionally draining with more to do then there are hours in a day. Its my friends, the few who have proven themselves to be true, repeatedly over the years, that have made this all manageable and kept me sane.
With everything set to go into motion shortly, this will likely be my last post until the relocation is complete and I am able to get re-setup in the Land of Not. Although I have mixed views on this entire re-location, it is over all a step up in the general food chain of life, and will allow me to put in motion other long term plans that have been sitting and waiting for an opportunity to see fruition.
Not to worry my dear readers, if all goes well I should be back up and running and free to return to my ranting and raving before months end.
Until next time,
As Always,
Your Cold Hearted Bastard,
D.

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