Last night, Odysseus and I ran to Wal-Mart to pick up a last couple of things before going to visit the grandparents tomorrow (the imp will be spending two nights, because Grandma and Grandpa don't want to give him back early Saturday, since Odysseus is working Saturday afternoon). On our way into the parking lot, we saw one of our little town's semi-professional panhandlers--you know, the ones that are there every day, right around rush hours, but disappear when the traffic does.
She had a small boy with her.
So...
To all those who use children to justify whatever new tax/infringement on our rights and freedoms they want to force on us. To all who use children to cause a spouse pain during fights, divorce, or against an ex-spouse they want revenge on for whatever reason. To those who bring their retarded children and make them sit and look pitiful to get more money in fundraisers. To those who can easily leave a child in a church-sponsored free after school program, but choose instead to make the child sit next to them on a sidewalk (and probably cry on command under threat of later beatings).
Fuck. You. All.
May everyone who fucks children over in the name of forwarding their own agenda--whether it happens to be political or personal--find that whatever they're using their children backfires so hard that they wonder what hit them. May the twatwaffles using their children to hurt their spouse/ex-spouse/parent have their offspring choose their retirement home, after they've seen the manipulation. May those who have used their children to raise money, either for charities or in panhandling, lose those children to state care.
May each and every person who even contemplates using a child for their own personal/political gain be driven to suck-start a twelve gauge.
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