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A few days ago, when it was minus fucking fifty outside, a drunk dude was found in the snow. When he was warmed (and sober enough) to start talking, he asked where his children were. His three and one year old daughters to be exact.

Hmm. If I was a drunk moron responsible for the safety and well being of children, where would I stash them? In all probability I would take the two of them out in diapers and tee shirts for a walk in the snow. I mean, what kid doesn’t like snow? YES! This is an awesome Idea! I am a great Dad! Where’s my beer?

So obviously, the two little girls were found frozen to death.

The man in question is a Native America. Bet you wonder why I had to add this in, huh? Why bring race into a horrible tragedy like this?

It isn’t becuase I am a closet racist, but becuase the reserve, where he and his girls resided (before he killed them VIA drunken stupidity that is) played the race card.

Thats right folks. It is now all of society’s and the governments’ fault that a grown man chose to get hammered and his children ended up paying the price.

[...said outsiders across the nation looking in on the tragic event should take pause before laying blame, because both parents are "victims of circumstance."

"With all the lack of programs, lack of employment, lack of hope in this community, there's just nothing for this community," she said. "Other communities are thriving, and we're not."]

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

Becuase he had no job, he bought alcohol and got smashed while left in charge of children? Wait. I thought he was unemployed? Why did he have alcohol anyway? One time, my husband was unemployed for almost four days. We bought diapers, a case of formula and NOTHING else until his next paycheck came in.

One has to ask why there is “nothing for this community” and WHY, just becuase the community in question happens to be a reserve, this crime can be blamed on society instead of on the shoulders that rightfully should be bearing this load.

When an adult choses to have sex, they know there is a chance, no matter their choice of protection that they may produce a child. (Drunk sex is not an excuse).

When an adult chooses to give birth to the child, to keep the child, to RAISE the child, they enter into a lifetime commitment. Not a legal one, but a moral one. A commitment of the heart.

When an adult, left alone with two very small children chooses to pick up a bottle and drink enough that his judgment is impaired - Enough that he does not think to dress his children before heading out in minus fifty weather - he should be held accountable.

I do not care if the person is white, native, black or fish faced. I do not care if it is a man , woman or Pat. If you have children relying solely on you for care and safety and you choose to impair your judgment with alcohol or drugs, you are guilty. At the very least - of child neglect. At the very most, of murder.

You cannot blame society for the alcohol you bought and subsequently consumed. You cannot blame the government for your lack of job. And you cannot blame US for the death of your children.

Do you know why it is important for children to play the pick up game? It teaches them cause and effect. It teaches them that the action of dropping the spoon/block/ball will cause a reaction from their caregiver. It teaches them that for everything they do there is a reaction.

It is a simple concept, one so simple that a one month old has it mastered. I cry they come. I cry more, they feed me.

I want to know where this man was? How could he possibly have reached the age of majority without learning that for ever action there is a reaction. How can he, hell, not just him, but an entire community, not understand that HE chose to do this. He wasn’t forced to do it by poverty. He is not a “victim of circumstance”. No one went into his home, tied him up, got him drunk and then whispered into his ear that he should take his babies into the snow in diapers. He got drunk and caused the death of his children All.By.Himself.

So why are the papers screaming about [" ...chronic poverty, inadequate housing, a lack of employment opportunities, "rampant" alcoholism, drug abuse, inattention from federal and provincial governments and the lingering impact of residential school abuse that has culminated in generations of abuse in some families"].

Why are good people struggling every.fucking.day to get pregnant, crying each time they walk into a bathroom and realize that yet another month without conception has passed them by - while fuck-tards like this reproduce at the drop of a hat?

I fucking hate people who haven’t figured out where the ON switch is on their brain.

Source.

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 01.31.2008
FOAD, In my opinion, confused
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Post # 1000

So my husband wants to buy another Weapon of Mass Ignoring. This time he wants a PSP.Playstation Portable for those of you lucky enough to not live with a person addicted to RPG’s.

Yes, a person can be addicted to games. Here is a classic example of an addicted Gamer


As long as he has a game, be it one he has rented or one he has bought, I do not talk to him. I see only the back of his head and all I hear is swearing from him - directed at the characters on the television. You know, the ones who CANNOT FUCKING HEAR HIM!!

It’s kind of odd, this reluctance I have towards him owning another hand held game. I wanted to get him an iPod Touch for his birthday, which is more expensive than the PSP, but he argued that the PSP has more features. That the iPod is music based while the PSP is game based plus has the music. (actually, now that I think about it, the PSP would end up being more expensive becuase he would be renting/buying games for it)

I think it all boils down to the fact that we are all ignored when he has a new game to play. Until He has beaten the game, he exists in his own little world filled with animated characters killing randomly named creatures.

And yet, In the end, I know he will get it. After all, I always get what I want, so he should too.

right?

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 01.14.2008
Husband, I'm Important too, In my opinion, Uncategorized
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Book Learnin’

Once or twice a month, school kids bring home Scholastic book order forms in hopes that their parents are too tired and run down to realize the books cost half as much at the store as they do from Scholastics.

I am one of teh lazy parents who finds it easier to fork over the 8.99 for a book on Pokemon for the dog to chew on than to listen to the children whine.

I was quite pleased that they had chosen a book under five bucks and was off on my merry way.

Until I heard the boys giggling about how they would be sitting on Santa’s Face over and over and over again.

I Had planned on telling them about the birds and the bee’s myself, But I guess a little book learning is just as good.

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 11.26.2007
In my opinion, Pictures, School
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There’s a Hair In my food

Ahhh Friday nights. They have great potential for mischief making, but the fact we get up at 4:30 AM on Friday mornings makes it really hard for us to want to do anything but glue our butts to the couch in the evening.

Of course the kids still seem to think they are entitled to entertainment no matter how few hours of sleep their parental units have had.

Little bastards. They refuse to sleep in on weekends too.

I decided that a movie would be the best way to keep them sitting and quiet so me and hubs could doze on the couch and took them to the Movie Gallery to pick a movie. I wanted to rent a Christmassy one, but Blue Boy took one look at the south wall and shouted “MOM! IT’S RAT-A-TOOTIE!! THERE’S STILL SOME LEFT! WE HAVE TO GET IT!”

So we did.

I didn’t want to like Ratatoulle. I mean come on? A movie about rats in a restaurant? How disgusting can you get?? The only thing I know about rats is that they live in my freezer and wait for their turn in the microwave.

WTF were the writers thinking when they thought up rats in a kitchen anyway? How to give parents nightmares? Maybe it started out as a mouser training video for cats.Or maybe the writers were high. I bet that’s it. The writers were on drugs.

N drugs are bad, mmmk?

As it turns out, like all movies written whilst under the influence of mind alternating drugs, Ratatoulle was freaking hilarious.

Wonder if it would be funnier if a person watched it while high. Someone look into that and get back to me, mmmk?

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 11.23.2007
I'm Important too, In my opinion
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Exposed gluteal cleft

Sometimes, when you walk down the street and chance upon a hot chick, you are lucky(?) enough to see a bit more than she is willing to show. Sometimes you see this:

OK, you won’t see this per say, but I searched for at least twenty minutes for a suitable hot chick with ass crack showing and got nothing. WTF? I tried hot ass, sexy ass, and about six million other variations of the ass theme, and got zilch.

Anyway, as you can see, Ass Crack has the potential of being sexy. Unfortunately maybe 15% of the worlds population are fit enough to have both an ass and a trim body, so you don’t see it often.

More often you are stuck viewing the ass of a fat woman who was too em-bare-assed to tell her boss her true size and thus got stuck with a pair of pants five sizes too small. And if the staining and visible stretch marks were not bad enough, her muffin top was doing a complete 360. And it jiggled as she bagged the groceries.

More than anything in the world, I wanted to offer her a can of this :

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 11.03.2007
In my opinion, Oh Noes
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