Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," and welcome to Anniebolic Steroid Anne! GrrrrrRRRRRrrrrr!
How angry am I? I've been blackballed from Anger Management classes!
Just kidding. But I am just. a. bit. out. of. the. sweetness. and. light. place.
I am an absolute sucker for people sticking their hands out for money. I have finally controlled the urge to give to the Knights of Columbus and the Salvation Army, but quite often I'll drop a dollar into a jar for a cause I know nothing about.
Thus Spare and I were at the local grocery emporium the other day, in a big ol' hurry, and there was a guy asking for change and handing out orange bookmarks. Never saw the guy, never heard of his outfit --New Jersey Council for Children's Rights. Children's rights? Well, everyone's in favor of children's rights ... oh ... except for genocidal dictators, those kind of vermin. So I dropped 27 cents into the jar.
The guy gave Spare a bookmark, saying, "You might need this." (Nope. Graduating on Tuesday.)
We got into the car, and Spare said, "Oh, crap! Look at this thing!"
There was a graphic of a little kid, with each hand being held by an unseen adult. "Because every child needs a mommy and a daddy."
Time to call Anniebolic Steroid Anne!
Last night when I ran into the store to get a bottle of olive oil, the dude wasn't around. So I scattered the change on the sidewalk. Hey, a kid has a right to a candy bar ... wasn't much more money in there than that.
Today I sat down with a little challenge. The kind of thing a school teacher can do in the summertime.
Here are some folks who grew up in traditional two-parent families (that being a mommy and daddy):
Fidel Castro did grow up in a single-parent household. Small potatoes compared to our nice, stable list above.
Granted, I did use Wikipedia, which I usually don't. But even if one or two of those dudes didn't deserve their Wiki press, that's still a pretty jaw-dropping load of genocidal maniacs.
I didn't even start on the serial killers, your basic Jeffrey Dahmers and Ted Bundys.
Suffice it to say that many children who got in the way of the group above had their rights (and their lives) snatched from them in an untimely and unsavory manner.
So, Anniebolic Anne made up a little list of these heartless dictators and went back to the store. First, she asked for her 27 cents back (even though she spilled more than that on the pavement yesterday). Then she informed the dude (same guy) that oftentimes children are far better served if one parent removes them from the daily battering and abuse of the other (personal experience).
I gave him back the book mark and said, "You are basically slapping the faces of a third of the people who walk into this store."
He asked if he could keep the list. I graciously allowed him to do so.
Then he asked if I had ever read the First Amendment to the Constitution.
Good news! I didn't punch him.