Oh Oh Oh — Tag Me!

Simple Solution — Stop. Breeding. — pumping out a little spawn or five in some attempt to validate your own pathetic life and/or prove to Your mommy and daddy that You can parent better than they did and/or because the church tells you to and/or because your vacuous self-centered friends have done so & you just have to fit in and/or This will be what keeps the s.o. with me, etc. is a TERRIBLE reason to bring another mewling little human onto this horrible nasty doomed hate filled world. Spare me your well rehearsed rationalizations about how “your children are different” or “jesus told me to have these five kids”, blah, blah, blah.

You are all deluded.

Your children are all doomed.

If Harambe was gonna die anyway, he shoulda ripped the brat into pieces… mommy could sue the zoo — at least his six or seven siblings (Of Course she would have to make more to console herself) would be set up.

That. Being. Said… the little dude is gonna have a Great! story to tell on the playground!

Please. Stop. Breeding… please.