It’s noon, and right in the middle of Lenox Mall, between and betwixt the Great American Cookie stand and Macy’s is a sight that explains it all: a ten year old boy getting pushed in what seems to be a two-year olds stroller. His prepubescent feet are so long that he is forced to sit Indian-style, Chinese-style, American-style you name it he’s sitting it…to prevent his Scooby-Doo light up sneakers from scraping the mosaic tiled floors. As if that isn’t enough, cocked on his mother’s hip is his twin brother being cradled in her bosom as if he is a newborn baby. Why is this mother fueling her twins laziness? The answer is simple: we’re living in America.
Living in America means that attributes that lead to a nation’s downfall are bred into children at a young age. Laziness, apathy, obesity, selfishness…these traits attack American babies while they are still in the cradle. When many think of America, the synonyms fat, lazy, and apathetic come to mind. When people think of American children, they think the same words funneled into a smaller package.
It’s pathetic.
Butterball Tom and Thunderthighs Suzy who are only five grow into teenagers whose parents chuck out thousands in fat camps where counselors are paid to tell these children that being overweight is okay. However, it’s not. Six years down the road, Tom becomes the founder of an organization whose main goals are to get airplane seats made larger and the lite menu off of Taco Bell banned. Around that time Suzy is making history filing a controversial lawsuit against God blaming him for her heart problems. Her reason: Her fat sautéed heart wasn’t made big enough. And this timeline isn’t a stretch, even Hitler didn’t just pop out the womb throwing mustard gas at Jews. It was a gradual process, a few lizards being blown up and mutilated here and there, then he moved to bigger things.
You can’t really blame the children, but you must question the adults that are raising them. These same adults are the ones that complain but helped fuel the disaster. Don’t complain about a homophobic son when you’re the one who taught him at age five that he couldn’t go to Claire’s or any store with the color pink in it because it was for ladies and sissies. And don’t complain about the gold diggers when you raised your daughter to throw a fit and get her Little Mermaid panties in a wad when she didn’t get her way. The same people who are complaining about generations x, y,and z are the ones that raised them.
Very true and well spoken … wish people were smart enough to see something so simple.