Yes, that NOW. The National Organization for Women one. They've managed, at last, to piss me off with their faggotry.
They haven't really done anything new, mind you. It's just that I only recently stumbled across this bit of stupidity.
Hey! Want to see a great new book!? You bet! Check this out:
This collection of short stories from parents of actual colored children guides you through the ups and downs of raising a child unfortunate enough to be born black. Through its use of colorful illustrations and simple text, you'll discover that not being white doesn't have to mean a career of stealing cars and abusing public assitance.
So? Awesome or what!?
The now.org bookstore has a children's section, and every book I see there make me think this. What in the fuck is wrong with you people? You can do jobs and stuff
even though your just a girl! This is the introduction to humanity you're looking for to share with your kids?
Now there's something important I want to tell you. Seriously. Listen up. As you go on in life, a lot of people will be telling you all kinds of things. You absolutely must remember this one truth: you don't smell like raw chicken. Anyone who tells you that you smell like raw chicken is mistaken, or possibly lying. I'm sitting here right now, totally smelling you. I promise you, I don't detect any raw chicken odors eminating from you. I'd tell you if you smelled like that. You'll do well to just ignore anyone who tells you that you smell like raw chicken.
So. How long would I have to keep that up before you started sniffing at yourself? I'm not saying that you'd up and believe that you did, indeed, smell like raw chicken. The seed of doubt, however, would be planted. And what if you were a little kid? Little kids believe all kinds of dumb shit. Here's a
true story!
I delighted myself one day by giving the Boy a headache! He was down on the couch, moaning, certain he was going to die from his throbbing head. Advil was requested. I put him off to "see how he felt in a few minutes" since I really like to save the meds for an actual problem. The second request came and the kitchen pharmacy finally opened. Patient was given the requested analgesic. The headache? The headache disappeared and he was again filled with pith and vinegar."Those Advil sure do work fast!" he exclaimed.
"Um. It's been about forty seconds. The sugar coating won't even dissolve for another ten minutes."
"Really?"
"Yep. Ten to hit your blood, five or ten more after that to have any effect."
And down he went. Once more sallow and weak from the inescapable pain in his head. It did subside in a few minutes, though, once something else drew his attention. The lesson in that, by the way, was totally lost on him.
I'm picking on NOW because they're the ones with the fuckjaw-retarded book selection that I noticed. I'm sure that other PACs have them, too. I'm sure Bill O'Reilly and Lester Summerall are working on some kids lit by now. And all of it, I'm certain, is fucking ridiculous.
Let your kids be kids for a little while longer, you dumbshits, before you drag them along on whatever crusade you're on this week. There's
plenty of shit for them to deal with before you go telling them that the odds have been stacked against them from the start. Or better still: Stop assuring them that there's nothing wrong with them to the point that they start to wonder why you're so on about it.
Have faith that your kids will aquire their own baggage. They don't need yours.
Can you smell that? Something smells like raw chicken in here.