The Lobotomization of a Brat Kid and it's Mother

A.D.D Symptom:  Having the uncontrollable desire to slaps people's children.

Today's post was intended as an explanation to my disappearance the last month and two days but when I rarely find myself seated, like I am today, in an Upper West Side health club cafe, I can't help but comment on...

All the retards. 

That's right. I said it.  The retards.  Ooh, she said retard-she's so un-PC. Borderline Racist.  Why is Kali so angry?" 

The anger stems from watching some overfed bitch-of-a-mother ignoring her spoiled-also-overfed-brat-of-a-son juggle the health club fruit, drop it, slam it back in a basket and watch his defunct mother smile down at him as if her precious five year old just spelled the word deplorable.  At first glance, some may say this mutinous monster may be ADD symptomatic, I say this mutinous monster is simply 

a product of people who should not procreate. 

The impudent child has a devil counterpart; equally as fat, equally as ugly.  After a brief game of Bachi Ball with club fruit they did not pay for, the terrible eight-eyed twosome begin singing in a tone only tolerable in a Thailand prison:

"Thwinkle, thwinkle, little thtar!  How I wonder what you are! UP ABOVE THE WORLD THO HIGH, LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE THKY...thwinkle, thwinkle litlle thtar, how I wonder what uuuuuu..oooo..RRRRRRR..!!"

As a mother myself, I should be able to cock my head to the side, smile and sigh, "Oh, look, how cute, their both wearing glasses so they could see their ass from their elbow!"  as the little urchins sprint laps around cafe tables sadly avoiding a slip-and-fall at every turn.

But I cannot.

I feel nothing but disgust for the whole prehistoric clan because to me, there are the people:

These are the people who should be animal-tested on.

These are the people who should only be let out on a day-pass.

These are the people who should have been lobotomized in the fifties.

These are the people who should be financially raped by Bernie Madoff.

Or are these the people that are related to Bernie Madoff. I could bet my life savings that those four-eyed monsters are the bruised fruit of his loins.

Comments

[Charity]

Ok Kali...so this is really, really mean... lol lol lol... :)

[Jim Allen]

I think I'll go to my happy place now.

[LiteralDan]

I think being a parent myself makes me uniquely qualified to criticize other people's children. But they never seem to understand it that way, god dammit! What did I have these things for, then??