Apes on two legs. That is what we, human beings are. But that is not our most defining quality.
That is that we are moral agents. We can separate between right and wrong. We do not have to act simply on instinct. We have the ability to choose. We have the power, to be the masters of our own lives. To be the shapers of destiny.
But what do we do with our gift of agency? We abuse it, by treating our children as pets. Servants that entertain us! And when our shitty past makes itself known to us, we use them as puke-bags, like those on airplanes. Yes, it is that disgusting.
And then we have the nerve to criticize them, when they throw tantrums, ”Violence is wrong, can’t you understand that you little shit?!” *smack*.
No, the kid gets it. Kids are smart. They are like sponges. Information hoarders. And the kids get the insanity of your hypocritical moralizing. They get that the world doesn’t care enough for them to liberate them from their abusers. The world doesn’t care about right or wrong. The only thing the world cares about, is avoiding being decent. Because that would take valuable time and energy. Time, that could be spent in front of the TV cheering for sports, and energy to stuff your face with cheese-balls!
Screw going to therapy, even though you are beating the living shit out of- sorry, ”applying loving discipline” to your children. Fuck therapy, I want the latest Iphone! Because fuck my kids! They are barely, BARELY worth beating.
And the circle of violence goes on. Victims become victimizers. The only goal in life for these people. is getting to act out on weaker people, and being comfortable, with a beer (wine-glass in case of crappy mothers) in one hand and a belt in the other.
Yes, this is a rant. It doesn’t get talked about as much as it should. I wont be silent. I stand by the children.