Straight people won’t want to hear this. Then, cover your stupid ears. Cover your stupid eyes. Cover your motherfucking mouth.

Nothing interferes in their right to have children.

Your children are fucked.

Public castration would help.

Tie your tubes, Mommy.

The daddies and the mommies are the problem. The kids just get born into your shit.

There are too many babies on the planet. God, I hate babies. Yuck.

Where does it all go wrong?

Try nine months before the kid is born.

I am told you have no control. How is this news. No fucking shit.

I tell the kids I work with that they never should have been born in the first place.

Here’s the thing…

They agree. All of them.

To wit: Americans like to believe that if you put your addicted kids into rehab, rehab works. We need more rehab.

Rehab is shit.

It’s just another out for you. Another way to avoid responsibility.

You did have the kid. I didn’t.

Historically, your knee jerk response is to grab for the medical model.

Check out the numbers. I am burned out just looking at them.

“We’re all just fucked,” I am told.

According to the cultural rules, I am now supposed to say: “There’s always hope.”

Rhetoric. It means nothing.

I refuse to buy into your fantasy of hope.

There is not always hope. In fact, there is usually no hope. Hope is just another dog and pony show culture creates so it doesn’t have to look in the mirror.

But you have to give them hope.

No. I. Do. Not.

Suicide is always an option. More people ought to try it. Take your hope and shove it up your fat white ass.