For some unknown reason, the following sentence, part of a three-paragraph essay, grabbed my attention and held it for a few moments longer than the typical sentence:
“You can get a subjective emotional high from baby’s first burp”
The topic being discussed was the current birth-rate in the USA. Appears that around 20-percent of American females of the Caucasian persuasion are not spawning.
That’s okay with me. Too many humans infesting the planet anyway.
Imagine a world with one billion infestations vice the current six billion or so. More of everything to go around and more space between warring factions, tribes, etc.
Sadly, the USA population is still growing with a possible increase to an eventual billion bipedal primates and who knows when the growth will finally level off.
Where will the little critters and fish and birds and big critters etc. live when those weird humans are infesting pert’ near everything?
Where will the clean fresh water come from so the horde can take their weekly shower? How will they move about? Imagine the roads and trains and sidewalks needed for a billion blokes and blokettes to roam.
How can that many humans be warmed and cooled without bankrupting the USA in energy costs?
I pity the future fools if they have to live amongst such a horrid horde of humanity.
As self-centered humans are imagine the friction between folks packed in so tightly. The diversity promoted today will likely lead to a LOT of friction in the future resulting in a sky-high crime rate and possible social unrest and, perhaps, some sort of civil war. Uncivil war?
The finale of the mini-essay where I read the quoted sentence concludes with the following:
“I know myself, and I know baby’s first burp will not be worth it for me.”
Your Old Coot agreed with the itty bitty essay writer. Unsure of the physical size of the author but the essay was short and sweet and to the point. I shunned the spawning routine and the proverbial mortgaged house and picket fence and lawn and nagging old lady and being forced to work so as to pay the never-ending costs associated with spawning and mortgaged hose and fertilizer for the friggin’ lawn and the incessant demands for more material possessions from the daffy dame who would take most of what I worked for if I ever booted her out of the bed permanently and the whole affair just sounds like a mighty poor return upon the investment so let someone else put up with the daffy dames and the squawking stinky expensive “bundles of joy” that. despite what a bevy of proud parents declare when first showing their newborn, that kid is ugly as sin and I have never seen a cute newborn.
I understand why some species eat their young.
Go forth and spawn if you want but a growing percentage of Americans are growling “No” at the thought of adding yet another unneeded human unit to the planet.
Respect our decision.
Someone has to assist in making up for the walking talking living breathing baby-making machines flooding into the USA across our borders in the dark of night.
Last I checked, in crowded Los Angeles Country, 66 percent of births were to illegal aliens.
Rest assured the taxpayer will cover that expense along with a decent percentage of the cost to raise those spawn.
I wonder if some folks would breed if the entire cost came from their own pocket?
Tags: babies, illegal aliens, mortgage, spawning, squawking
