Thread: S&W Journal

Wowch... harsh.

Oh no, look what you did. You've made the chipmunk sad.

Obese children. Not just chubby little baby fat babies but 8 year olds with wrist folds and cheeks so pudgy they cant see. I see them waddling onto busses with their equally fat mothers crying for the fruit snacks or french fries their moms have stowed away in their neck rolls. They cant lift their legs high enough to get from the curb onto the bus because their thighs are too big to allow full contraction of their knees. So the bus has to kneel as if it were letting on some geriatric with a bad hip. They look at you with those squinty little eyes... their faces covered in something red and presumably sticky and they chew their food with their whole face. Bits of half masticated beef fall from their gaping chops onto the floor beneath their swinging feet and they roll off trying to get at it. Then they have to have their mother lift them back onto the bench because of their impaired mobility. Of course though the mothers have to stand to do this since she cant reach the kid over her enormous tits. So she gets up and her huge ass knocks into everyone around her, pinning my hair between her butt cleavage and the seat back. Then she swings the child back onto the seat hoping inertia does its job and at the same time rips my hair from my head. At the same time the bus lurches ahead and the kid slams its head against the wall. You can see its little eyes dart around to take in who might be paying attention- trying to determine just how many people it can annoy and weighing it against the chances its mother will stick something else into its mouth to shut it up. Its little lips tremble, its eyes well up with tears and it lets out a wail that the driver mistakes for the emergency stop. Luckily for the mother and everyone else on the bus, its a block and a half after where they got on- their stop. She grabs the kid by its leash and yanks it off the bus, a trail of cookie crumbs and candy wrappers in their wake.

Could you stop punching this thing?

Fat kids: Candle making resource in postapocalitic world.

Sorry, no. Kids are where I draw the damn line.

Of course people should take care of their kids, but this is painting in broad strokes. We'll all encourage drinking, smoking and fucking to excess, someone wakes up in a gutter without their pants and they must have had a fun weekdend, but some guy eats a pie on his own every Sunday and he's waste of a person.

Originally Posted by ttc

Could you stop punching this thing?

That's someone's little boy, and if he were mine I'd do everything in my power to keep him healthy, but I'd love him no matter what and try desperately to protect him from the stupid shit people say. What's so disgusting to look at, don't find them attractive? Good. It's a baby.

This is the same reason I don't play along with racism anymore. A very long time ago I was engaged to a lady, and when I agreed to be a parent to interracial children I decided to never be part of or encourage something that made their lives so much harder. I can't count all the ways in which that experience made me a better person. This isn't racism, but whatever you call it is just as fucked up.

Well... it wasn't before.

Originally Posted by IronMan666

Long term relationship means the possibility of children, and anyone who wants a half Asian child must be a total social outcast.