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Well, it’s been about six weeks now since my sister had her sprog. Now halfway thru her maternity leave, I think reality has finally set in for her that this ain’t as glamorous as she thought it was going to be. In fact, she downright hates her life at this point.
She came over to try to confide in me but I was having none of it. Seeing as how she put herself in this situation, I don’t feel like I should have one iota of sympathy toward her. She could have had an abortion, been done with it, and all parties win (including her kid who would never have been subject to the unfortunate state of existence). Alas, she didn’t, and as far as I’m concerned she has to live with the consequences of her poor decision.
Anyway, she wanted me to watch her kid for a couple of hours while she went out and did something. My mother is working so obviously she can’t watch him while at work, so she came to me. I told her absolutely not and that I have plans of my own and as such that overrides any responsibility I have for that kid (namely none at all). She then threw a tantrum and was all “well you don’t have kids and I’m sick and tired of being cooped up” waah waah waah. I just told her straight up she should have thought of that before she decided to go through with this. She kept on keeping on and I finally had enough and said, “If you hate it so bad just sign over your rights and be done with it!”
As she and the father are not married, it would be pretty easy for her to sign over her rights and absolve herself from financial or any other responsibility. Of course, that would mean the end of her relationship with the father, but at least she’d be free to be herself again (and hopefully she would consider getting essure or a tubal – I know a few doctors and I could probably pull their strings and work them over and get them to agree to do it for her). Quite frankly if she keeps on keeping on like this she’s going to wind up being a redux of a certain Florida mother whose name I will not mention because it disgusts me to even think of her.**
At any rate, she can do as she pleases, but I still refuse to be sympathetic to her cause. She made her bed, she has to lie in it. Period.
**Whereas existence is harmful for all those who exist, and it would have been better never to have existed, once in existence humans and other animals tend to have an interest in continuing to exist, and that right should not be stripped from them. Of course, should a being wish to end his/her own existence, neither should that right be stripped of him/her.
No, I’m not going to call you and wish you a happy Mother’s Day. I’m not going to send you flowers, chocolates or take you to dinner. I’m not doing any of that for you. Why should I do anything nice for the very person who forced me into the unfortunate state of existence without my prior consent? Why should I celebrate the person that is half responsible for all the pain and suffering I’ve had to endure up to this point (for had I never been born I’d have never had to endure any pain or suffering)?
No, I’m not grateful for you or my own existence. I truly am sorry you didn’t feel the same way about procreation as I do. I’ve been part of this hellhole for nearly three decades now, and that’s been three decades too long.
Fuck you, mom.
Procreation can only be described as the supreme act of evil. Bringing so much as one new sentient being into existence is an action exponentially more evil than the actions of all the serial killers, mass murderers, serial rapists, etc. combined, and that’s if you bring a healthy individual without any genetic or congenital health defects into the world.
However, when you bring a new individual into the world who you KNOW will be permanently disfigured, that takes that evil to a whole new level. Case in point this worthless fuck who forced existence upon a new individual with the EXACT SAME facial deformity as him into the world to have to endure probably worse suffering than him (because females take more offense to those kinds of things than males). Read more about this sick fucker here.
What’s even WORSE is most people are praising his decision. Like WTF? People are so fucking delusional it makes me fucking sick to my stomach. NO, this was NOT a good thing and she will NOT have a (comparatively) good life.
Quit justifying the unjustifiable. This person’s actions were downright evil at BEST. No rational person could ever excuse such a thing, and if you excuse such things you are part of the fucking problem yourself.
Yesterday, my sister started having contractions. We all know what that means. My little mudblood (to borrow some Harry Potter terminology – I really don’t want to use the term I really think when I think of when I think of my sister procreating with a black man) nephew is on the way and will probably be here within the next couple of days.
Yeah, welcome to this shitty place called the world to have to endure this shitty thing called life. I’m sorry your parents had to be so selfish as to bring you into existence. Ultimately, there’s nothing really worth living for and you will find that out soon enough if I have anything to say about it. If I am still alive by the time you are old enough to understand how the world really works, I will tell you all about it so that you do not repeat the same mistake your parents made.
“Therefore, do not reproduce. Do not repeat the same crimes committed against you. Do not give back the same, evil repaid with evil, as imposing life is the ultimate crime. Do not disturb the unborn. Let them be in the peace of nothingness.” – Fernando Vallejo; address to the youth of Colombia.
EDIT: My nephew was delivered via caesarian section at around 10 PM Thursday, April 16th after natural labor just would not go. Bleh.
It’s bad enough to have children. I’ve discussed that at length here so I won’t go any further into that. What’s even worse is having children and giving them the most stupid fucking names ever.
In this example I’m using my stupid kid sister. Her fiance is black (which is bad enough – I openly admit I’m 100% opposed to interracial relationships/marriages, though I don’t think it should be against the law) and they decided they wanted a black name for their kid. I don’t know what it is about black people but they’re always coming up with the craziest fucking names. What’s wrong with normal names, again?
Anyway, they eventually settled on a Latin name that’s apparently been bastardized by the black community to an incorrect pronunciation. They’ve chosen the name “Kyrie” which, with a little knowledge of Latin (which I have quite a bit having done college choir and such back in the day), will tell you the proper pronunciation is “kih-ree-ay” (and if you don’t believe me, look up the song Kyrie by Mr. Mister). Naturally this is a feminine sounding name and would be perfectly fitting for a female. But oh no, they just had to bastardize it and change it to a male name with a totally wrong pronunciation – “kie-ree.” Apparently there’s a pro basketball player with the same spelling and pronunciation even though it’s totally wrong.
After having proved my point my sister was pissed off but hey, that’s how it goes. Which brings me to my point: why use ridiculous names when they will only cause grief later on? People will no doubt constantly mispronounce their names leading to an immense amount of frustration. Stick to names everyone knows and save them a lot of grief later.
Well, whatever. Rant over.
Seriously, why do we set aside a day specifically to recognize male breeders? It makes absolutely no sense to recognize something that’s just a result of biology.
There is nothing special about fatherhood. There is nothing miraculous or amazing or divine about it. There’s nothing spectacular about sticking one’s penis into a woman’s vagina and making it vomit into the birth canal and thus starting the cycle of reproduction. It’s all basic biology! We don’t celebrate mitosis, the production of ATP, or any other biological process with its special holiday, why the hell this? Makes absolutely no sense.
If anything, fathers are to be demonized as much as their female counterparts, for without their sperm we would not exist, and since it’s better never to be brought into existence, it follows that fathers, like mothers, have all committed the supreme act of evil. And for that reason alone, it follows that fathers should be scorned, not glorified.
So to my biological father, and to all fathers wherever you are, FUCK YOU!!!!!!!
Originally posted on Ask a Philosopher:
Why do people keep bearing children when life is so hard, ugly, and unfair?
Why to bring into existence a new life, when life is so much pain? why when anyway, most times, children bring more worries than happiness? why do parents look through ‘pink glasses’ while deciding to have children, hoping for a beautiful life for their children (and for themselves), and they don’t learn from the experience of their parents?
Why, when no-one thinks anyway that living his/ her life again (exactly the way it already was) does worth it?
I see children everywhere, new poor lives, it seems like their parents think that life is worth living. when they’re not happy anyway, why do they bring into existence a new life, that will suffer the same as they do?
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So a guy I used to play in a pipe band with just had a kid. Posted it all over his Facebook and whatever, baby pictures, whatever. Here we go with the annoyance of the baby pictures every five minutes and whatever, but as my understanding of this world has evolved, my irritation with it has gone a different direction.
I don’t feel sorry for him or the mother. I’m not happy for them obviously, in fact I can’t help but kind of feel some resentment toward them. Whenever I hear of an old friend or family member having a baby, my initial reaction is always one of sympathy for the baby.
Every time a child is born it’s a tragedy. Being stripped of the blissfully ignorant state of non-existence and being forced into existence by one’s parents is nothing short of a moral travesty. This is why I can’t help but get angry and couples who consciously try to conceive, when they could just as easily adopt a kid that’s already been brought into existence and not force another individual into existence.
Surely I can’t be the only one who feels this way whenever I hear a baby announcement. Who knows? Maybe I am. I highly doubt it though. If one is antinatalist to the core like me I can’t think of any other way the could feel. This world is a sad, scary place, life fucking sucks, and to subject another being to it is just the ultimate act of cruelty and selfishness.
Fellow childfree/antinatalists: do you feel the same way?
Though this doesn’t directly pertain to a childfree or antinatalist theme, I figured this recent entry on my main blog would fit here, mainly because I see a bunch of raging parents (and sometimes their offspring even) getting belligerent with sports officials, and it’s just uncalled for. I swear, sometimes parents act more like children at sporting events than their kids do. It makes me sick to my stomach. I feel sorry for those kids that have to deal with it. It’s embarrassing.
I understand that in the heat of competition you might get a little irritated with a close call that doesn’t go your way. I understand you fans really want your team to win. I really do. Competition turns even the best of people into monsters just frothing out the mouth to kill someone, and understandably so. However, the lack of respect for sports officials is absolutely disgusting.
I’m a former sports official. I officiated pee-wee/middle school/high school football, middle school/high school basketball, and ASA/USSSA/high school/NAIA/NCAA softball for 6 years. It was about the best job I could have had at the time which gave me flexible hours and paid better than just about any other part-time job I could have. I didn’t much like the job, mind you, but it fit my lifestyle at the time.
Most games went by without issue. I mean yes, coaches and players would want to ask me a couple of questions, but a majority of the time they did so in a polite manner and all was well. There were however a handful of incidents every season that got crazy, all of which resulted in me removing the offending person(s) from the area. I had a reputation for a quick ejection and/or a quick technical foul. These earned me the nicknames “Mr. T” and “the ejection seat” which, I have to admit, I was proud of. I didn’t put up with any BS from anyone. The second a coach or player raised their voice to me it was an immediate technical or ejection. That was my policy and I stuck to it. I also had no issues removing problem fans and I ejected more than my fair share of them. I wasn’t about to stand around and take any verbal abuse from anyone. It’s just not necessary and it won’t change my call.
The point being is that we’re only human beings. I promise you officials don’t intentionally hose you. We are limited by the perspective we have on the field and admittedly it’s not necessarily the best view, and in many cases those in the stands and/or watching on TV at home have a better view than we do. We also don’t have the luxury of slow-motion replay (with the exception of D1 NCAA and NFL football) so we have to make snap judgments on bang-bang plays.
I challenge any of you hecklers to put on the stripes, the blue, or whatever and do a better job. You think you can do a better job than us, so why not come down here and prove to us you can do a better job? What, afraid you’re going to make yourself look silly? Yeah, that’s what I thought, smartasses.
Like I said, I understand that tempers can fly in competition. That said, bitching at us over what you think may be a bad call isn’t going to win you any brownie points and if anything will do nothing but hurt your cause. I’m speaking from experience on the other side of the coin too. I played men’s fastpitch softball for about 10 years. I have been ejected my fair share of times and every time I was ejected I fucking deserved it and I knew it before I even opened my mouth to jaw at the umpires. I have no hard feelings toward any of the umpires who gave me the heave-ho and had I been in their position I’d have done the same thing. It’s just part of it though.
You don’t have to like the call, but you had better damn well respect it. We really do our best, and we have bad days just like anyone else. Cut these poor officials some slack. It really is a hard job.
I was reading a couple of entries recently over on Breederoo (or, to be more politically correct I suppose, Momaroo [a Xanga sister site] which I refer to as Breederoo because every one of the bitches that posts there has a total breeder mentality) talking about Mothers’ Day gifts and I’m over here just rolling my eyes the entire time. It’s like they were saying they actually deserve something for Mothers’ Day other than a swift kick in the rear end for bringing their poor children into existence (which, as I’ve established many times on this site, is a great harm and it would have been better never to exist).
Well, let’s get something straight, bitches. Your kids don’t owe you jack shit for Mothers’ Day or any other day, just like they aren’t obligated to care for you in your own age or anything else you think your damn kids owe you. “What I Want for Mothers’ Day?” “Ten Things I DON’T Want For Mothers’ Day?” Yeah, FUCK YOU, STUPID MOO!!! You better just be damn grateful your kids got you anything at all. They don’t owe you a damn thing, I don’t care if it is Mothers’ Day. Just be fucking glad they aren’t cursing your name for bringing you into this world. Get your fucking heads out of your asses and realize you don’t deserve some special gift for DOING YOUR FUCKING JOB AS A PARENT!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!
Though, sadly, selfish narcissistic parents are the norm today. They think they’ve done the world’s greatest thing by bringing children into existence (when the opposite is true, they committed the world’s greatest atrocity by doing so), and that the whole world revolves around their damn kids and that we should bend over backwards to accommodate them, coo over them, awe over them, WHATEVER!!!!! I’m tired of this kid/parent-friendly world worshipping breeders and their spawn at their fucking feet!
Fuck Mothers’ Day.