Photo: Daryl Wilkerson Jr.
Photo: Daryl Wilkerson Jr.
Most people say they love their kids but what does that mean? Look at the condition of the world we live in. Look at what we are doing to all the children of the earth. War, pollution, dead seas, lost species and forests. Poisoning the earth, air and water.
But here’s the thing we need to ask. WHAT WAS DONE TO US AS CHILDREN THAT ALLOWED US TO LET ALL OF THIS HAPPEN, AS ADULTS. We were conditioned, brainwashed, and taught to NOT FIGHT BACK when terrible things were being done. We were lied to and taught to respect AUTHORITY figures who used and manipulated us to follow the rules. That’s what makes us unable to act out against the violence and terrorism put upon us by the governments and dictators of the world. I think it’s time to STOP BEING TERRIFIED AND HELPLESS SHEEP and stand up for generations to come. If we want to save the children, we need to SAVE the planet.
We many not know what to do, because that information was kept from us AND because the rich have written the law in such a way that it PROTECTS THEM FROM US, but we can’t continue to be doormats, if we want children to have a chance to live.
I’m just sayin’ it’s something to think about.
Photo: Clayton Cardinall
kids and cats
Photo: Blake Meyer
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful blue planet called earth. Lots of wonderful things evolved there, dinosaurs, trees, flowers, fuzzy things, birds, scaly little ones, all kinds of things. Then a new species came along. One that walked upright and couldn’t fly, or dig, or do much of anything at all. They couldn’t run fast or jump high, and they weren’t very bright. They almost became extinct, which would have been better for all the other living things, but they persisted.
That species eventually grew into you and me, but back then, they couldn’t speak and they hadn’t made up all the lies that people believe today. But they were violent and when they met each other they fought and killed, just like they do today, so that part hasn’t changed. They didn’t have the weapons we have now, but they made do with rocks, branches and anything else they could find to get the job done. They may not have been smart but knowing how to kill was part of their programming.
So, jump ahead…the dinosaurs had been dead for a long time, protohumans rose up and started moving over the earth, and all that stuff…and now…we’re here.
You and I are the result of those beings that crawled out of the ooze, or were planted here by aliens, or whatever, but none of that really matters because we’re here and that’s a fact. I mean no matter how you look at it, we seem to be here, right?
Anyway, we went through a lot of stages to get to be the most violent thing on the planet. We didn’t even need weapons to poison the air, water and earth, ourselves and everything else. We didn’t even think about it, or care. We developed guns, split atoms, to make fabulous bombs that could destroy cities and everything the lived. We have all kinds of toys to wipe out anything we like. But we never paid attention to what we were doing, since we were always too busy wondering what we could kill next.
So no one was watching the governments we set up, which were evil and all about power over others and slavery and hate and evilness. Early on people were burned at the stake, then books, then all kinds of bad and disgusting things took place. Those things never went away. some of them changed, as far as how they looked, but the bottom line was always the same. Greed and power.
Other animals moved away from us, sensing our wrongness. We cemented over the earth, building parking lots and big stores, deli’s and shoe shops. We killed animals and ate them. Tortured, terrified them, and heard them scream, but no one stopped them from dying. It’s happening right now and your parents fed you that death and all the hormones that went along with it. So heart disease and all kinds of sickness came from eating living beings who never harmed anyone in their entire lives. People skinned beautiful animals and wore them for status. Covered their feet with their skin, their furniture and car seats as well. Instead of burning woman at the stake they burned pigs, but burn they still do. Women, pigs, anyone or anything, they don’t care. As long as they can kill something, they’re happy.
We are killing the forests, that let us breath, as well as the animals who live there. We have poisoned the air, water and the earth. We kill each other on a daily basis, the government has gone insane and no one can stop it. The weather has changed and is warming up. Water is rising, and the plastic that floats in it, is growing, as well.
And then the virus hit, keeping people off the streets, for a short time. Animals moved in, the air cleared up and dolphins were seen in the canals of Venice. Things were settling down. Even the earth stopped trembling from all of our trucks and pounding. On the other hand, people started getting sick and dying.
Now we’re up to date. The government has gone mad. Run by a sociopath and his evil followers, people are dying in great numbers. Using the power bestowed upon him by the evil white men who came before him, the psychotic president threatens everyone who will not bend to his will. No one seems to be able to stop what’s happening.
People are protesting and getting teargassed and beaten by other Americans in uniforms, who have been sent to teargas them and beat them. Basically to shut them up and make sure nothing changes.
Kids are risking their lives to go to school. Federal funding will be withheld if schools don’t open, placing not only kids, but teachers, staff, bus drivers, and workers, in danger. The mail is being tampered with, by the bad guys, so people will not be able to vote by mail.
Truth and lies are the same thing now, so you won’t know what’s real and what isn’t. Everything is dangerous, including dating, working, libraries, and everything else. Babies don’t see people smiling at them, because a lot of people are wearing masks, not everyone, of course, because some people aren’t smart enough to wear them ALL THE TIME.
We may be up against another extinction right now, at least for humans, and if not, who knows what your future will look like? If your animal instincts take over and you have kids, good luck. This is the gift past generations are leaving for you. And, while some of us care, we didn’t do enough to stop any of it from happening. So good luck, if there is a future, hopefully you’ll be smart enough not to do the same things we did, although I seriously doubt that will happen.
Look at it this way…if we are gone, everything else will rejoice and grow again, so there is a silver lining, just not for us. Have fun being home schooled, or taking your life in your hands by showing up to class, wearing a mask and staying away from everyone else. Either way, have fun while you can. I’m not sure how, but things will keep evolving and no one will have real friends any longer, just faces on a screen. But all of that will become the new norm and no one will miss what they never had. More aps, video games, where you can still kill things, or save the princess. You’ll just see pictures of everything, that’s all.
Anyway, this is today’s lesson. Tomorrow’s lesson will be about hot air balloons. Until then, stay on line and live the life your elders have made for you. And don’t eat bats.
“You know why girls are usually wearing dresses and have weird hairdos in drawings and pictures?” she asked.
“So they make sure they can tell us apart. They don’t want to mistake us for the wrong gender, then girls might be treated equally and that would be a horrible blow to the establishment.”
“What establishment?” he asked.
“Our culture, the world, all the people who expect everyone else to believe and uphold their beliefs that treat others badly.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You probably never will,” she said. “You’re a boy, how could you?”
“You think if we looked alike in drawings, things would be better?”
“It’s a start.”
“Do you want to borrow my clothes?”
“Yes. Do you want to borrow mine?” she asked.
“NO WAY! he shouted, backing up.
“Why? Afraid someone will think you’re a girl? How horrible that would be, wouldn’t it?”
He looked down. “Yes, it would be horrible.”
“That’s how girls are treated everyday, including your sister.”
“But if you wore my clothes, it would be okay.”
“Yes. Girls wear boy’s clothes all the time. How about reading a book I like.”
“Gak, no thanks.”
“Too girly for you?” she snarked. “We always have to read your stupid books.”
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry you’re not a boy?”
“No. I want you to say that you will treat girls EQUALLY for the rest of your life.”
“I don’t even know what that MEANS,” he said, throwing himself onto the grass.
“Sure you do.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Are we best friends?”
“Yes,” he said, sitting up. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Do you promise to listen to me and take what I say seriously when I tell you you’re being sexist and hurting me, your sister, your mother and girls in general.”
“I guess so,” he sighed.
“Sure,” he said, holding up his hand.
“Blood,” she said, picking up a sharp shard from the street.
“I hate when you do this,” he whined.
“Oh, do be tougher than that,” she sighed. “Give me your hand.”
He held out his hand and groaned.
“I haven’t DONE anything yet.”
“This is for LIFE. FOREVER, no matter how old we get, or where we are. You promise to listen to me?”
“I promise. OUCH!” he said, pulling his hand away.
She shook her head and cut her own palm. “Blood pact,” she said. ‘FOREVER.”
“Blood pact, forever, he said.
They joined hands and smiled. It wasn’t their first blood pact and he didn’t think it would be their last, but he knew her well enough to know that it had to be done.
“I don’t know if we’ll ever fall in love and end up together,” she said, wiping her bleeding hand on her dress, “but I will always love you as my best friend. Promise.”
“Me too,” he said, smiling. “Promise.”
“You know, a lot of kids make promises. Promises they forget, or never keep. Promises they believe they have outgrown.”
“I know that,” he agreed.
“We won’t do that,” she said.
“No. We won’t.”
“Why?” she said, staring at him.
“We’re joined in blood,” he said. It was the same answer he always gave her. It was an answer he believed in completely.
“And?” she asked.
“And because real best friends never fade away.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “We are part of each other and even if grown ups think we’re just doing kid things, we know better.”
“We do,” he said seriously.
Years went by, and while their families moved away from each other, they never lost touch. They visited each other at college, talked about who the other one was dating. They laughed together, celebrated new jobs, and mourned losses, in person and over the phone. Now and then, they would look at the thin, white, scars that crossed their palms and smile.
One day he called her.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked. “How’s Jennifer? I bet she shows her gigantic engagement ring to everyone she sees,” she laughed. “She’s not good enough for you, but I’ll be nice.”
“There is no Jennifer,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said, immediately. “What happened. You seemed happy.”
“I’ve had to face the fact that the only woman I’ve ever loved is you,” he sighed.
“What?” she said.
“Like you don’t love me too,” he groaned. “Be serious. We’re bonded by blood, remember.”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“So? Do you want to get married or not?”
“Sure,” she said. “But it’s going to a ceremony with a blood pact.”
“Naturally,” he said. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Your dress will look like a horror film.”
“Not if we elope.”
“I don’t have anything better to do,” she snickered.
“I’m coming over.”
“Love you,” he said.
“I love you too. I’ll make grilled cheese, to celebrate.”
“Perfect,” he laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me that this was going to happen?”
“You’re a dumb boy,” she said. “You had to find out for yourself.”
“Thanks,” he grunted.
“See you in an hour.”
“I’ll be here,” she said.
“Like always,” he whispered.
“Yeah, like that.”
“Tell me again, Daddy. What was it like before, when we didn’t have to wear masks and stay home? When kids had friends and could go out and play. Tell me everything.”
“It was a different world then. One that we didn’t think would ever change. No one could have known what was about to happen. I mean, scientists told us a virus was going to hit, eventually, but humans have a way of disregarding things they don’t want to hear, or believe. It’s called denial, Sweetie. We didn’t pay attention and no one believed anything could ever hurt us. We were…”
“Over confident?” she said, looking at him.
“Yes, but it was more that that. We were egotistical and thought we were untouchable.”
“Stupid too,” she said, seriously.
“Yes, without a doubt,” he agreed. “You’ve seen the pictures and movies, of what life used to be like.”
“But the problems were still there,” she said. “For those who were left out.”
“Why didn’t you do something about that?”
“Some of us tried, but the elites, those who always ran the country, from the very beginning, had all the money and power.”
“They were bad men.”
“They were and they still are,”
“I want to do something about that,” she said. “I don’t want the world to be the way it is.”
“What do you want to do?”
She shrugged. “Make sure everyone has food and a place to live. Books, toys and a stuffed bear, for starters. Maybe coloring books and a big box of crayons, medicine and clean sheets, shoes and forks.”
“All excellent ideas and you know what?”
“Let’s do it.”
“Okay,” she said. “How?”
“Let’s make a Teddy Bear to end poverty. We can sell them and use the money to do all the other things you want to do. We can buy and distribute food and…”
“We won’t make that much money from the bears and that won’t solve the problem, it will just tide people over, like you always say. Mom said things are stmic, whatever that means.”
“It’s systemic, Sweetie. It means the problems are built into the system and all life, everything we do. That the problems are so much a part of our lives, that we don’t see them.”
“That’s what I want to fix and I don’t think the bears can do that, can they?”
“No. The bears can’t do that.”
“So? How do we fix that?”
“I don’t know,” he said, looking at her.
“Not knowing is why nothing changes. If I didn’t know how to make my bed and brush my teeth, they would go undone, so we need to know how to stop the bad things from happening, because this is the world we live in and it doesn’t have to be this way, does it?”
“I don’t know that either.”
“You mean you don’t think we can fix it? We have to let the world die?”
“I don’t know,” he said again.
“Why did you let things get this bad?”
“I don’t know. Apathy, greed.”
“Everything is dying. Some places are already under water and animals,” she cried, “are disappearing.”
“I know, Sweetie. I’m so sorry.”
“Why did you have me?”
“Why did you and mom bring me here, to this dying and awful place?”
“Did you think this was a place for a child?”
“If you love me, you’ll help me change things.”
“I’ll do anything I can, but…”
“But?” she said, her eyes wide. “You always tell me that an excuse comes after the word but.”
“It does, you’re right.”
“How can you not know what to do? All of you. All the grown-ups. How? How could you all let this happen to US? To poor people, to girls and women, to all the people who suffer, to the animals and to the earth itself. How could you DO that?”
He held out the hand that wasn’t holding hers. “I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll just have to fix it,” she said.
“How?” he asked, looking at her slight form.
“I’ll start by believing that I can.”
When we hear people say, “What kind of world are we leaving for future generations,” I always want to say, “What kind of world was left for you?” Because here’s the thing. Whatever we’re born into, is all we ever know.
We can’t ever know what it was like before we were here, and we can’t know what it will be like for those in the future. If you were born before cars were made, you don’t think about not having one. That can be said of EVERYTHING. So future generations won’t know what it was like to have animals, birds, food, or clean air. They will only know life without those things. They’ll know smaller landmasses, no bird song, or polar bears. They’ll never know peace time, some don’t know that one already. War is already constant, nowadays.
Going without beauty won’t bother them, because they will never have had it. But they will still find beauty, it will just be different than what we think it is. They won’t miss birds, because they will never have seen them, or heard them sing.
Kids today are used to being searched, having cops in their schools, and being exposed to all kinds of what I consider to be illegal government intrusion. They’re used to it. Never lived without people searching their backpacks, lockers, cars, pockets, phones. I’m horrified by that. They think it’s normal. I’m HORRIFIED that they think it’s normal to be treated as a criminals. If they never know privacy or freedom, of any kind, they won’t miss that either.
So, we don’t have to worry about destroying the earth for future generations. For having an evil, insane dictator as president. Because if kids of the future live in 1984 and have to believe that 2+2=5, they’ll just think that’s the way things are.
What we do today, impacts the future. But those who will live there, won’t know what they lost, because we didn’t act when we should have.
How sick is that?
This is a truly wonderful book. It’s not just for little kids but first and second graders as well. I love it and I’m an adult. So check it out. Use it in school and at home. Give it as a gift. Spread beauty and equality through this great book.
I reallllly don’t like zombies. They truly creep me out…big time. But for some reason, the zombie Barbie is less dangerous than the one below Even zombie Barbie has perfect hair, however.
This Barbie is far more dangerous to a girl’s wellbeing. This Barbie is the standard bearer for beauty. She’s far more dangerous for women in general. Perfect Barbie teaches girls how to sell themselves in a society that won’t pay them enough to take care of themselves. Beauty Barbie also teaches girls how to hate themselves.
Maybe we should let our zombie sides loose and kill the beauty side of ourselves, and see what happens.
This picture shows how very young girls are set up to be unpaid labor and mothers. And you can write to me and tell me how much you loved being a mother, which has little to do with the fact that we are set up and brainwashed.
Even at the earliest age, boys play with THINGS that give them freedom. Things that teach independence and how the outside world works. They do not play FATHER games, with dolls, or anything else. They play with war toys, guns, tanks, trucks and nothing they play with makes them feel inadequate. The male dolls are tough, not needy. They don’t spend all day primping, so they look gorgeous for OTHERS. There are NO male Barbie dolls FOR them. None of their toys have to do with cooking or cleaning.
Toys are the earliest brainwashing tools for teaching sexism. Walk down the aisles of toys and see all the Little Pony and doll items. Frilly Princess capes and baby dolls, strollers, highchairs and bottles, all setting little girls up to be HOUSEKEEPERS AND MOTHERS.
There are absolutely NO TOYS AT ALL that teach boys how to be fathers. NONE. Boys are taught strength and violence. War and power. They are superheroes.
Girls wash the floors in high heels, which are also sold in the girls toy aisle, by the way, along with tiaras and jewelry.
It’s an outrageous manipulation that we are led to believe is our INNATE nature. Just one more lie that traps women into the lowest unpaid work, and makes them dependent upon others, while they carry and deliver the next generation into the hands of a government that will steal their children and send them to fight and be killed in wars, for profit.
Will people EVER wake up?
Pink and blue…we are color coded at birth.
After we are coded, we are immediately treated accordingly. This is one reason society doesn’t like yellow and green people, who refuse, or cannot fit into the pink or blue system. They are considered DANGEROUS because the people in power don’t know how to brainwash them. IT’S THE SYSTEM THAT’S DANGEROUS, not the people. YOU MUST SEE THAT, if we are ever to be free.
There are no toy aisles for those who do not fit into the pink or blue categories and for that I am grateful. I know how difficult it must be for those who represent new and brave groups of people and I support their struggle so that others can be free.
We must reject the things that are being done to us by others, for their benefit. It’s cruel and hateful, as well as destructive and deadly.
all pictures from: Pixabay