When the Blues catch up with you

Fortunately for me I was shaped, molded, formed and impressed by my saintly grandfather. It is also a blessing for me that he truly loved me, saw something in me worth nurturing, saving, preserving, passing on.

I am also blessed because I was a "lap baby". No chair, no baby seat, just lap.  In other words, I bonded.

How can we expect our children to love us, to bond with us when they spend most of their lives in cold "daycare centers"?

Daycare Centers my ass! Hell holes, warehouses fucking up children! If you can't afford to stay home with your child or provide a loving real caregiver , you should not be reproducing.

You can't get old and demand your child love and provide for you when you never provided for them.  Material wealth is not everything. Why work eighty hours a week providing wealth and opulence for a child that just wants a hug?

Rich or poor, you can't win. The poor are hated and despised for reminding the wealthy of their opulent greed.

We claim to hate the rich, we don't because just as soon as we get some money we adopt the same attitude; "****'um!"

No matter, we can all learn to get along or perish.  Yes, man shall perish.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"