The Children are Insane

 So you had to stay home for a couple years because there was a flu? Oh! I feel so sorry for you. You over fed little spoiled bastards!


                     All the children are insane

 

By The Rev Wilbur Witt


What America needs is a good, long, pointless ten-year bone crushing war. First, reactivate the draft to have a good supply of conscripts who have absolutely no vote or understanding of anything deeper than a Tik Tok meme and believe everything they ever read on Facebook is inspired by some entity they heard about from the friend of a friend who vapes a lot. Choose some country that has nothing to offer to anyone except Buddhist monks dousing themselves with gasoline and burning themselves up on Main Street for all the people to see and a president who thinks nothing of shooting college students for protesting. Have no real goal of winning this war, just endless battles with inflated body counts and oh yes, spray everybody down with RoundUp just in case anyone makes it home alive with all their parts. Then in the years to come when their body begins to eat them from the inside out deny benefits they’ll try to get the government to pay because their condition is service related.

                 Play Country Joe and The Fish

Kids these days need to see their high school friends get to go to war for their senior trip so the First Lady’s helicopter company can sell more product, and see most of what’s left of those friends return with drugs hidden in their coffins for the ones who did get back with unbelievable PTSD and addictions.

Because only a good dose of reality is going to cure this iPhone Psychosis powered by doctors prescribing placebos for conditions that didn’t exist before the perfection of the X-Box. Only when they can’t find the reset button on the coffin will the devil finally bite them in the ass!



Are you ready for the bad part? We, you and I, the baby boomers created this bizarre generation! Kids that never missed a meal. Kids that screamed at parents, teachers, or law enforcement because there is no responsibility for their actions. Kids that accept any unverified theory they see on WIFI because a four-syllable word is beyond their comprehension. The children of the corn. Canned Corn!

                      The great Caucasian God


I hear insane things every day. Protests purporting to invade the White House to evict the President. LBTGQ’s marching for Sharia Law while having no remote idea what Muslims do to homosexuals. A generation that can’t stand naked before a mirror and tell if they are male of female.

So yes, we need that war! A war that will destroy the best of an entire generation, leaving just enough horrified souls trying to explain at how while they denied God, they sure as hell believe in the devil now! And as they look at the pristine rows of clean white tombstones, imagine what might have been if those 50,000 were still with them instead of rotting in the ground here, or in some far away land that still makes no difference to anything.

Miss American Pie got raped on that levee by drunken politicians, doctors, and teachers and the American gnome became unrecognizable. Peggy Sue didn’t get married, she became a man, and the children are insane.

                        The Simmonsville Waltz


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