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In the brilliant words of the Great George Carlin, gone but not forgotten:
Something else I'm getting tired of in this country is all this stupid talk
I have to listen to about children. That's all you hear about anymore,
children: "Help the children, save the children, protect the children." You
know what I say? Fuck the children!
They're getting entirely too much attention. And I know what some of you are
thinking: " Jesus, he's not going to attack children, is he?" Yes he is!
He's going to attack children. And remember, this is Mr. Conductor talking;
I know what I'm talking about.
And I also know that all you boring single dads and working moms, who think
you're such fucking heros, aren't gonna like this, but somebody's gotta tell
you for your own good: your children are overrated and overvalued, and
you've turned them into little cult objects. You have a child fetish, and
it's not healthy. And don't give me all that weak shit, "Well, I love my
children." Fuck you! Everybody loves their children; it doesn't make you
special. : : : John Wayne Gacy loved his children. Yes, he did. That's not
what I'm talking about. What I'm talking about is this constant, mindless
yammering in the media, this neurotic fixation that suggests that somehow
everything--everything--has to revolve around the lives of children. Ist's
completely out of balance.
Listen, there are a couple of things about kids you have to remember. First
of all, they're not all cute. In fact, if you look at 'em real close, most
of them are rather unpleasant looking. And a lot of them don't smell too
good either. The little ones in particular seem to have a kind of urine and
sour-milk combination that I don't care for at all. Stay with me on this
folks, the sooner you face it the better off your going to be.
Second, premise: not all chidren are smart and clever. Got that? Kids are
like any other group of people: a few winners, a whole lot of losers! This
country is filled with loser kids who simply...aren't...going anywhere! And
there's nothing you can do about it, folks. Nothing! You can't save them
all. You can't do it. You gotta let 'em go; you gotta cut 'em loose; you
gotta stop over-protecting them, because your making 'em too soft.
Today's kids are way too soft. : : : For one thing, there's too much
emphasis on safety and safety equipment: childproof medicine bottles,
fireproof pajamas, child restraints, car seats. And helmets! Bicycle,
baseball, skateboard, scooter helmets. Kids have to wear helmets now for
everything but jerking off. Grown-ups have taken all the fun out of being a
kid. : : : What's happened is, these baby boomers, these soft, fruity baby
boomers, have raised an entire generation of soft, fruity kids who aren't
even allowed hazardous toys, for Chrissakes! What ever happened to natural
selection? Survival of the fittest? The kid who swallows too many marbles
doesn't grow up to have kids of his own. Simple stuff. Nature knows best!
Another bunch of ignorant bullshit about your children: school uniforms. Bad
theory! The idea that if kids wear uniforms to school, it helps keep order.
Hey! Don't these schools do enough damage makin' all these children think
alike? Now they're gonna get 'em to look alike, too? : : : And it's not even
a new idea; I first saw it in old newsreels from the 1930s, but it was hard
to understand, because the narration was in German! But the uniforms looked
beautiful. And the children did everything they were told and never
questioned authority. Gee, I wonder why someone would want to put our
children in uniforms. Can't imagine.
And one more item about children: this superstitous nonsense of blaming
tobacco companies for kids who smoke. Listem! Kids don't smoke because a
camel in sunglasses tells them to. They smoke for the same reasons adults
do, because it's an enjoyable activity that relieves anxiety and depression.
And you'd be anxious and depressed too if you had to put up with these
pathetic, insecure, yuppie parents who enroll you in college before you've
figured out which side of the playpen smells the worst and then fill you
with Ritalin to get you in a mood they approve of, and drag you all over
town in search of empty, meaningless structure: Little League, Cub Scouts,
swimming, soccer, karate, piano, bagpipes, watercolors, witchcraft, glass
blowing, and dildo practice. It's absurd. : : : They even have "play dates",
for Christ sake! Playing is now done by appointment! But it's true. A lot of
these striving, and parents are burning their kids out on structure. I think
what every child needs and ought to have every day is two hours of
daydreaming. Plain old daydreaming.
Turn off the internet, the CD-ROMS, and the computer games and let them
stare at a tree for a couple of hours. Every now and then they actually come
up with one of their own ideas. You want to know how to help your kids?
Leave them the fuck alone.
Supa Motarded! If you see me backin it in, keep watching...Im about to crash
Zip Tie Alley #237
Didnt say that, theres limits, everyones limits is going to be a little different, but thats the way things are. I dont see curse words on a tshirt to be end of the world. People flunkin on a tshirt or something, thats a little further along. I just hate how things like GTA is getting people to tell me what can and cant be allowed because children MIGHT be affected by it. I love GTA and yet to do anything that you can do in the game. Well, a happy ending isnt really like prostitution is it? I mean, I only waved a gun at her to get my money back, didnt kill her.
But seriously, EVERYTHING revolves around what kids MIGHT and MIGHT NOT see. When things i enjoy are threatend because of what might happen to children, thats when I start getting uppity.
I'm guity of bad t-shirts. I have to say you need ta look around & teach your kids whats appropriate.
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Heres a condom. I figured since youre acting like a dick, you should dress like one too.
i dont think that message is 'X' rated. it's not even 'R' rated. but if you're wearing the shirt to make fun of people then what comes around goes around.
"fuckit!"
Here is my response to ANY Harley prick that comments on getting a real bike.
"A real bike huh? Yeah, I'd be pissed too once I had realized I spent twice as much on a bike that will last half as long and only goes half as fast."
I always find this stuff a little entertaining. Growing up I was exposed to a lot of things: alcoholism, compulsive gamblers, con artists, I played violent video games, saw nudity in movies, and was scared shitless for a week after seeing nightmare on elm st. You know what, I grew up tt got an education, have a decent job, and contribute to society on a mostly positive basis, until I go on a group ride with you hooligans! Its not the media, or the exposure you get, its how you are taught to handle it. My parents pointed me in the right direction, and it wasn;t because I was sheltered from the real world that I turned out alright, it was because I was taught how to handle the less than pleasantries correctly. Are there limits to what children SHOULD see, absolutely, but if the real world happens to jog by with something you don't appreciate, call it a building of character experience, maybe use it as a lesson for them and move on.
Now wheres that donkey fucking a woman t-shirt, I need a good laugh!!
And back on topic, as for getting a "real bike", how about we change the saying to, "stop being a fucking pussy and learn to RIDE your bike"
Supa Motarded! If you see me backin it in, keep watching...Im about to crash
Zip Tie Alley #237
where do i get the "fuck the children" tshirt? sounds like somethin i could jump on board with![]()
"Chatbox...It's like Vegas, for your fingers."
Originally Posted by CBR_Knight
in my own thread, let me post this:
first of all, nothing about sex or play with a female seems interesting or arousing to me....
"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say "you're next!"
You can't shelter your kids from the world. My kids are exposed to all the language, antics and practical jokes at the track...they hear it all. The difference is they know when it is appropriate to hear and behave that way and when it is not. It's all part of growing up and learning social adaptation. Hopefully, when they grow up and start to act like all you fools...they will know well enough where it is acceptable and where it is not (like at Grandma's dinner table)
the XXX stuff is acceptable.![]()
"fuckit!"
this country is doomedwhen i was a kid and saw or heard something the was for adults...my mom told me that it was for adults when i become an adult i can say or do what i want. case closed you cant ban everything...and kids are going to be exposed to stuff they shouldnt..deal with it
I just rode a benefit poker run last Saturday with my teenage daughter as passenger. At the last stop, my daughter drew two cards and ended up with 3 queens and 2-10's, a full boat! We sat and waited for them to tally the entries. Well, she won! They called her up to collect her winnings, a $100 bill, and the guy across the table starts singing "Rice-a-roni...." We are Japanese. It was a sad display. My daughter collected her prize and we left. Even sadder: We were on a Triumph!
I mean, c'mon, I paid $40 to enter, the last part of the ride was in the rain, and she was freezing, but the guy couldn't help but be jealous of a teenage girl?? My daughter was a bit hurt by his "comment" but has endured worse.
BTW- There was only one bike that crapped out in the rain, can you guess what it was??? Hint: It was a "Real" bike.
-Pete
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aha ok, looks like i have to put that in my sig maybe
"Chatbox...It's like Vegas, for your fingers."
Originally Posted by CBR_Knight
in my own thread, let me post this:
first of all, nothing about sex or play with a female seems interesting or arousing to me....
"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say "you're next!"