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Pounding The Poison To The Babies

In the fifties the good doctor snapped his bag shut after driving through bad weather to make a house call

Though he charged an outrageous $7.50 for the call and the meds, he answered all the parents concerns over the noise of the baby’s bawl

Fast-forward seventy years and the office person glared over the top of her half glasses and stated the child is behind on his vaccines

Too employed for charity and too poor for insurance the young mother was sent packing to the free clinic as the vaccines required to see this doctor were beyond her means

You see, this child had managed to survive her first 12 months without illness and now needed approximately 20 shots to get caught up

Which in turn equates to hundreds of dollars for vaccinations that Big Pharma demands into babies veins they need to pump

Grandma had told the mother not to worry as she only had 3 or 4 shots growing up that she could remember

But here is this CNA handing this young mother a schedule of injections amounting to four a month from January to September

And now the American Association of Pediatrics has recommended at 6-24 months babies receive the highly questionable covid shot

“Believe in the science,” they say. But pay no attention to the big Pharma drug reps proving time and time again doctors can be bought

And what infant at birth doesn’t need an injection for Hep B

This should help the newborn should he slip out of the NICU and share a needle during a drunken party spree

Grandma was seen wringing her hands as she looked over the injection list

“Some of these diseases weren’t invented when I was young,” snarled the woman obviously pissed

“I mean come on, I understand some of these vaccines are lifesavers. But with this many shots what are they doing to this baby’s system?”

“Sounds like more of a money grab to me and newborns are the victim”

Granny then pulled out a chart showing the autism rates for children over the past 50 decades

Waving the chart at the CNA she demanded an explanation as why in the 1970’s autism was diagnosed at 1:10,000 kids

Now rising at warp speed the chart now shows 1:36 kids are diagnosed autistic. But any discussion of this the medical community forbids

Grandma was quiet on the way home. She remembered being sick as a child but always recovered

It wasn’t until the CDC recommended a barrage of shots the doctors realized what a gold mine they had discovered

Just maybe the kids in the fifties and sixties were healthier as they weren’t exposed to the poisons today’s doctors are quick to inject

But that would take Big Pharma out of play and teenagers of today wouldn’t be concerned about lumps appearing that are malignant

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White Superiority or just a Better Work Ethic

Much has been written about low impulse control, violent nature, and blatant rudeness

Always playing the victim, as the view from the outside world sees the group as a pack of opportunists

It starts early in life when the baby is raised by a single mother still in her teens

The kid grows up too smart for school, withdrawn, or acting out just to create scenes

Realizing his or her dream to become famous comes with work, practice, and sacrifice

This individual doesn’t have the ambition, drive or talent to pay that price

The single mother really didn’t care. The baby had been a burden on her still young life

Her nightly dreams shattered by the shrill cry of the infant cutting through her own fantasies like a knife

The food stamps, the monthly check and the government housing were never enough

Still the TV ads, the credit card companies, and the store displays always encouraged to buy more stuff

The jobs available were always the same. The night shift at the nursing home, second shift fast food worker or convenience store clerk

Usually fired from one or all jobs because between the baby and having no weekends off the management didn’t appreciate the no-show at work

Anger becomes a way of life. It’s not my fault, others have it better, the government owes me more

What doesn’t help is people look away from the perceived rabble like you. The far-away eyes, the smirk, or self-righteous pity, all things you deplore

So you live three levels of humanity below where you think you should be

Trying to get by day to day, hoping the car will start, and shacked up with an unemployed parolee

Wondering how all those other white people have it better than me

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What Would Norman Paint Today?

When Norman Rockwell died in 1978 he left behind a legacy of over 4000 original works

Fondly remembered as painting a snapshot of American life featuring everyday people like farmers, factory workers and clerks

His magazine covers for the Saturday Evening Post were a mailbox highlight

He lifted spirits during the World War Two years and for a few brief moments gave respite to America’s plight

His cherished paintings of the four freedoms raised many dollars for the ongoing war

Freedom of Speech, Worship, Want and Fear proudly portrayed America at its best and gave hope for those with loved ones on a distant shore

However today would the paintings be the same or are the four freedoms just a recollection for the very old

The stoic man in the leather jacket speaking his mind today, thanks to the Department of Justice, could be sitting in a jail cell waiting to be paroled

The campus and city riots of antisemitism would be portrayed differently than the original Freedom of Worship masterpiece

The new canvas could show the burned out synagogues and battered Jews as angry Palestinian supporters screamed for the war in Gaza to cease

Freedom from Want showed a family around a Thanksgiving table serving a turkey with a look of satisfaction on all faces

The new Freedom of Want could feature looters grabbing merchandise from smashed in storefronts as law and order only pertains to the other races

An updated Freedom of Fear instead of a Mom and Dad tucking their children in for the night could now feature a lonely youngster cowering in her bed

Peering out the window hoping the ruckus outside doesn’t involve a couple of rounds fired into the wall above her head

Rockwell’s Rosie the Riveter showed American women as strong and decisive

Today’s women should be depicted as loud, rude and divisive

Perhaps the sketch could show two women trashing a quick serve restaurant because they felt disrespected

While the rest of the customers and the staff look on at the idiocy to which they are subjected

It would be difficult to paint the current America in any kind of positive light

As a portrayal of any kind would be subject to immediate ridicule by some hate group and the riot they would incite

So today instead of painting teenagers in love, acts of kindness, and black kids moving in under the white kids suspicious eyes

He’d need a doorbell with a camera, a burglar alarm and a bolted door so someone didn’t steal his supplies

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Killa Wafers

In the 1943 edition of Joy Of Cooking, Granny would have a followed the recipe should she desire some vanilla wafers for dessert

She would have donned her baking apron worn from years of use to protect her only Sunday skirt

She then assembled all her ingredients including sugar, vanilla, and egg and butter

She would have sifted the flour, added whole milk and beat the batter smooth. Then she would roll it flat and shape the cookies with a cutter

Pretty soon the aroma of baking vanilla wafers would be wafting through the house

A simple cookie baked in seven minutes with real ingredients and served with pride to guest, kids and spouse

Fast forward 80 years and forget about fooling around in a hot kitchen for simple cookies just buy a box of vanilla wafers at the store

Besides looking at today’s ingredients and having them on hand would be a near impossible chore

For that matter Granny could never bake with the ingredients listed on the side of the box

As most of the ingredients listed sound like refugees from a chemistry class and if not measured properly would probably choke an ox

Granny would become very frustrated trying to add thiamine mononitrate to her batter

And knowing full well that using high fructose corn syrup would only make Gramps a little fatter

And don’t get Granny started on natural and artificial flavors. “What is it?” she snapped angrily causing her false teeth to click
“Vanilla is the main flavor and its not even listed,” she advised. “This gunk would make you very sick.”

“Sorry, I’m not eating anything that says contains mono and diglycerides.” I guess they figure no one will read this list.”

The grandchildren would have already scattered as they could tell by her red face and the tone of her voice she was pissed

Someone should have told Granny before she passed away at 93 that food is better today through modern chemistry and mass production

However after cleaning her grand kid’s backpack and finding a three-year-old store bought vanilla wafer looking like it just came out of the box, she’d have known better by deduction

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When One Becomes Devoid Of Thought

Recently a TikTok video surfaced showing Moms cracking eggs on their toddlers foreheads

Causing a confused pained look of not understanding on the toddler’s face trying to blink back the tears she sheds

The moms in the video laugh hysterically at this moment, mugging for the camera they had carefully placed

So they could have a moment of pathetic fame in a video of abusing a trusting child done in extremely bad taste

The real question is why has the world become a place where children have become the object of jokes, derision and sexual urges

Has the internet become a place for the depraved thoughts of formerly closeted perverts to emerge evidenced as the crimes against kids surges

Cracking eggs on a moppet’s head may seem mild but is this just the start? What if the next trend calls for something more drastic

Where is the line drawn? Maybe sticking the child’s head in a toilet bowl is trending and that idea seems fantastic

For a parent to devalue their kids this way should be considered a misdemeanor criminal act

The need to be filmed at the expense of your child’s well-being is a thoughtless act even if it is just one egg cracked

Children need to know their parents believe in them and are someone they can trust

And not be considered a burden, a welfare check, and treated with disgust

It’s a tough world to be kid. Everyday stories about juveniles in trafficking and crimes lead the headline news

The current crop of children exposed to this daily information are biding their time, having to put up with parents who feel children are theirs to abuse

And in a few short years these confused kids will have kids of their own

Idiocy breeds idiocy as these formerly abused kids now have their own to torture as that is all they have ever known

Social media has become an addictive sickness that lures the mindless with its digital candy

As cruelty, harmful pranks, and violence are videoed everyday in an attempt to make it seem just dandy

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It Used to be just the Girl’s Gym Teacher

Back in the day teachers were respected. They were mini-pillars of society

They had mastered the look that would stop a sixth grader in their tracks for any perceived inpropriety

Conservatively dressed with clunky heels and glasses on a chain dangling from their neck

With a raised eyebrow suggesting that the answer on that last problem, you may want to double-check

This applied to all subjects until middle school’s first day of class and all were in the gym sitting on a bleacher

When a whistle shrieked through the cacophony of noise and there stood the girl’s PE teacher

Standing a stout five-foot six, wearing no wedding ring and a manner that said you’ll play field hockey and like it

But first you have to buy those ridiculous onesie gym uniforms that never seem to fit

Under her watchful eye the girls all marched into their locker room to change and then hone up on their volleyball skills

And beginning to understand those whispered rumors that at night between the sheets it wasn’t a man that gave her thrills

But that was then and this is now. Schools have lost their vision of education first

Teachers have evolved into a group that collectively practice active shooter drills should worst come to worst

Students are no longer disciplined for chewing gum and running in the halls

They are now trying to survive the daily stress of learning, forming relationships and avoiding racial brawls

Athletes are worshiped beyond belief and the pressure to put out on demand is never ending

Young women who long ago gave up on the Disney Princess idea are now looking to achieve love with whatever is trending

Enter the new breed of teacher who just might be enlisting kids into their new Everyone is Welcome Club

Open to all students who are tired of fighting off handsey boys, with adolescent longings in need of a friend, and the ones who are truly bothered by the in-crowd snub

Pamphlets are available and written to say a student has a right to question their identity

Rejecting the ideals of their parents and having someone new and exciting to focus on their needs is the clubs offered amenity

School hiring practices are now open to newcomers with no experience, look different and have no felony criminal record

The school board, smug with their new-found power bow to the union’s ultimatums and how the achievement tests were scored

So the lonely kids are easy prey to the alternate lifestyle activists when all they’re really looking for is understanding

Will soon become confused voices in the turbulence of society shouting the requirements their new-found genders will be demanding

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Buying Votes With Fairy Tales

Election season is gearing up and once again voters are being courted with fairy tales.

We’ll give you money, raise your flag, and cancel your debt. They resort to impossible myths when all else fails

Reparations are creeping back into the mainstream nightly broadcasts. Voters will happily vote for a person when there’s a shot at free millions

And shake their fist at those stating that reparations are a pipe dream designed only to anger a particular base as everyone else are racist villains

Money is the root of all evil. Even with many state governments providing lip service to the idea of reparations, none can afford to cut the checks

They all know the state treasury does not hold the billions demanded for 200 year old injustices but it does give those all opposing to be called white supremacist red necks

The Cornell Law website states that a contract is “an agreement between parties creating mutual obligations that are enforced by law”

This administration once again is going for the vote by trying to cancel college debt never forced on anyone but due to the interest charged are currently living in the basement of an inlaw

A college degree is no longer a ticket to instant riches and spending a quarter million on a liberal arts degree just doesn’t make good sense

But to get your vote this administration will talk a tough game only before being told by the courts that cancelling debts is illegal and you’re still on the hook for the full expense

The sadness and confusion in a child’s eyes after being told by his teacher that’s it’s okay not to tell his parents if he doubts his boyhood

When in reality his stutter is the stress from the classroom bully who punches and jeers when the kid is misunderstood

“Here’s a pamphlet to read, just ask me questions, and we’ll see a special doctor on Thursday

“And we’ll work on understanding our feelings and just remember it’s okay to be gay”

Finally, by lumping all LGBT under the same umbrella this administration can strike a blow at all who oppose any transition in a child

They’ll all vote for President Applesauce because he flew the Pride Flag on the White House steps and in the photo op, his staff all applauded and smiled

The fact is most don’t care what adults do with other adults behind closed doors

But selling fleeting fantasies and dreams are best left to the professional whores

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A Trip To The Trans Zoo

The field trip was the big event for the week. The progressive pre-k was going to the Trans Zoo

The little wokesters were all excited to see the new breed of animals from the strutting ostriches to the flamboyant kangaroo

The kids all piled off the minibus with their name tags and official Trans Zoo coloring book

Squealing with delight at the rogue elephant wearing eye shadow, the lioness wearing a wig, and the penguin in high heels, they all pressed closer to get a better look

The woke teachers were quick to point out how these animals were special, and they were different from just boys and girls

Just like that big gorilla in a dress and a hat accentuated by the double strings of pearls

The kids shrieked loudly as the trained giraffes performed a strange dance wearing rhinestone g-strings

And they cheered and clapped at the pink flamingos that had dyed their feathers purple only seen when they spread their wings

“You see kids, you don’t have to grow up to be just boys or girls,” stated the teacher’s aide.

Proudly observing she could see the little kids’ minds turning hoping her message of gender dysphoria had been properly conveyed

The children were all nodding like they understood until little Johnny raised his hand

“What happened to the petting zoo?” It used to be over there where it’s now a stage and a grandstand”

“What happened to the babies? Last time we were here we got to feed a little llama”

“We fed it milk from a bottle that was made by its mama”

“Well Johnny,” stated the aide, “There are no more babies as these animals can’t make a little one”

“You see Johnny, these animals were operated on, so they can never have a daughter or a son”

“These animals are special. The zoo decided that in order to be different they should never be able to reproduce”

“That’s not fair,” screamed little Johnny. “We should be able to feed the babies and not just look at a panty hose wearing moose”

“Besides without babies this zoo won’t be here very long.”

“These animals are going to get old and no one wants to look at a decrepit pig with lipstick wearing a thong”

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Operation Potato Head: The New Woke Parent Board Game

Back in the day children were delighted to receive the games of Mr Potato Head and Operation

With Mr Potato Head, kids could spend hours with a spud and various facial features creating a hilarious figuration

With Operation a battery powered character was “operated” on with tweezers as the participants tried to remove body parts and not light the patient’s nose

But that was then as some of today’s teenagers are the gender creation of a sad game today’s woke parents chose

Hopping on the gender dysphoria bandwagon, parents feel because little Johnny was found trying to balance in mama’s heels he wants to be a girl

A hilarious TicTok video was produced as little Johnny wobbled about and with a dress supplied by mama, tried to whirl

Tomboy Suzie likes baseball and to play with Tonka trucks so let’s do a radical mastectomy and fill her full of never ending shots of testosterone

All because of something that was read on a website while browsing for hair products on the phone

So the game continues as now real body parts are removed and other surgically manufactured parts are substituted in their place

Egged on by frustrated, cruel educators and misguided health clinicians, the little kids were handed a heavy burden in the human race

But the woke parents never pass an opportunity for a photo op to pose with the mirthless human they created

As the poor kids bravely stand next to the smiling parent as their lot in life had already been dictated

Would this child choose this lifestyle if the parents had waited until this child turned eighteen?

A lifetime of ostracism, looks of ridicule, and the continual pain of hormone shots all because a parent decided they had a right to alter a DNA gene

So the new world had turned kids playing a game into parents playing a game with kids

And then be furious with the few states that this barbaric game with children the law forbids

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The Fat Kid Always Played Right Field

Back in the day before the internet became the driving force of today’s health repercussions

The slow fat kid always played right field with the coach hoping the ball didn’t bounce off his head causing concussions

But obesity wasn’t the problem it is today. The steady diet of screen time, soft drinks and pizza rolls has taken its toll

It’s easy to eat when the monotoned educator drones on about an uninteresting subject and the student lost all interest immediately after the teacher took role

Recently the American Academy of Pediatrics released new guidelines for treating childhood obesity advising updated treatments

Included in these listings were new rounds of medications and surgery causing raised eyebrows and parental disagreements

Big Pharma once again is popping the cork on celebratory champagne as many of the drugs mentioned are ongoing and expensive

Insurance may or may not pay the drug costs so throw covered bariatric surgery in the mix and have a medical professional sell the idea should you be apprehensive

There’s nothing like taking a self concious, sensitive kid and putting them through major surgery for a gastric sleeve or a lap band

It’s a quick susceptible solution to a problem when in a fair number of cases the issue could be solved by shutting the door on the over active social media gland

Seattle Public Schools this past week filed a lawsuit against Big Tech for creating a health crisis by creating mental addiction

This is the same type of public system that insisted on face time teaching, covid testing, shots and mask mandates for two years sounding much like a hypocritical contradiction

Public schools have lost a generation of kids. Poorly educated, angry, and not mentally equipped to handle society

Teaching that an individual’s choices will determine their future should become a priority

The fat kid probably didn’t like playing right field during the sixth inning in a lost cause of a game

But he learned at an early age that life is not always fair and participation trophies are meaningless and lame

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What’s Up with all these Peanut Allergies

The young boy eyed the lunch room lady with both anticipation and suspicion

The smell emanating from the cafeteria had given the lad an eerie premonition

Pushing the tray down the rail in wide-eyed fearfulness he waited for that dreaded sound

And there it was, the splash in the soup bowl of slimy tomato, looking like a dissected science experiment that drowned

Add to the sloshing of the soup bowl, the splat of the leaky peanut butter and jelly sandwich gluing itself to the melmac plate

This presentation passed for lunch once a month without any regard to the kid’s immediate fate

Flash forward fifty years and today’s crop of classmates would be watching their peers being wheeled out on stretchers in severe anaphylactic shock

It seems today that children need to to be cautious about what they ingest, or they’ll quickly be on their way to the doc

Currently food allergies are on the rise partially to the “clean environment” paranoia. Many foods besides peanuts are on the no eat list

Kids aren’t on the playground anymore sharing dirt, germs, and microbes causing the gut health to suffer and peanut butter sandwiches cease to exist

Helicopter parents standing at the ready with their sani-wipes, antibacterial soaps and sanitizing clothes detergents have weakened the immune systems

In an effort to keep their kids safe from illness the children themselves have become the victims

Who’da ever thought a jar of peanut butter could unleash a deadly effect on kids when the previous problem was always creamy or chunky

That and the fact the classroom full of screaming kids always smelled like the breath of a monkey

The microbes in the gut play an important part in overall health so let the kids play in the dirt

Besides this explains why rats, cockroaches and politicians seem to thrive in their own filth and always emerge unhurt

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When It’s Black On Black, Matter Lacks

IMG_3162 (2)Another day another shooting another young life ends in death

Onlookers peek from windows and doorways as a young child draws her last breath

Fifty years ago Elvis Presley sang about an angry young man who lays down in the street and dies

And as a crowd gathers round his mama cries

Fifty years later the cries of anguish are still heard

The murders are numerous, so many atrocities the crimes become blurred

Today the perfectly coiffed news reporter stands at the scene trying to emphasize society’s decay

But it’s just the daily shooting and the public has become blase

This wasn’t a white cop involved in the fatality

So the standard interview with the neighborhood leaders is just a formality

The protests, rioting and looting will have to wait for another time

Because this was a gang related random act and somehow that’s not as much of a crime

It’s a black thing, you people on the outside just don’t understand

So to combat this senseless violence the call is for the police to disband

We may not understand but we’re sickened by the pools of blood on the sidewalk

And the forensics teams drawing tiny victim’s outlines in chalk

Oh, the mayor will form a committee to study this area’s depravation

And will issue a stern warning to gang members in a wordy proclamation

Just as a another little casket is lowered into the ground under cloudy skies

As a silent group of mourners stand ashen faced while another mother cries

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The Wed Perse


“Kevin are you glad that you’ve gotten to leave the classroom and come spend time with me?
And if we can break your pronunciation problem with the r’s it will be time well spent. Don’t you agree?”

“So you just sit there and we’ll work on your speech. What color is my purse?”
“Ma’am, your perse is wed.” Knowing my r just went from bad to worse

“No Kevin, the purse is red, rrrr red. Can you repeat that?”
“Yes ma’am, rrrr wed.” More words the kids can poke fun at

Wats!

“Okay Kevin, we’ll try again. How many apples are on the stand?”
“Ma’am it looks like thwee.” Wanting to bury my head in the sand

Wats! Wats!

“Kevin it’s three, thrrrree. Can you repeat it?”
“Yes ma’am, thwee.” As frustration reached the point of throwing a fit

“No Kevin, it’s thrrrree. Repeat it one more time.”
“Thwee.” Just knowing I’m sounding like I’m committing a crime

Cwap!

“Kevin let’s take a minute and watch the yard man cutting grass through the window screen. What color is the grass?”
“Ma’am, he’s cutting gween gwass.”

Cwap! Cwap!

“Okay Kevin, I see our twenty minutes are up and your class is outside for recess. Do you know when our next session is before you go out to play?”
“Yes ma’am it’s thwee o’clock on Fwiday.”

Fuck!

“Oh Kevin, it’s thrrrree o’clock on Frrrriday. I guess I’ve got another ten minutes to spare.
So you’ll stay here and repeat after me, and stop squirming in that chair.”

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