A 10 year old SJW girl wants to rename Sweden, ‘Blandland’.
Because, Sweden is racist, or whatever.
Heinous crimes committed by migrants doesn’t make Sweden really BLAND, though.
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How about “Blam Land” in honor of the explosions and increased gun violence? Yeah, I know that I don’t have the political cred of a 10 year old, but I’m trying.
Wyatt, I’d like to know just when on this earth, did adults start listening to what children say when it comes to anything other than parenting and teaching. Since when did children start treating adults as equals? I’m old enough to remember being taught to respect my elders and keep my mouth shut around them.
When my family visited my grandma and grandpa, us kids would be sleeping in the room next to the living room. We’d lay in bed and listen to the adults talk and smell the coffee they always drank. To this day, that memory always makes me feel safe. I never would have thought to “join them”. Why can’t kids be kids anymore?
Ok, I’m thorough ranting…
Don’t blame the 10 year old girl. She doesn’t know jack shit other that if she spews the right marxist dogma, mommy and other mommy will love her. Otherwise, it’s back in the basement for a week.
@Claudia: you are absolutely correct. The only thing worse than a 10 year old pontificating on world issues are the adults that listen to them and take them seriously.
That being said, I must have been ahead of my time. When I was 10, I thought it would be a swell idea if everyone had a pony. Now, AOC and the rest of her squad apparently think that is a swell idea as well for modern society.
^^^HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I wanted a pony when I was 10, too!
Wyatt and theMule, yes, it’s definitely the adult’s fault!
@Claudia ~ that’s not a rant, it’s the way order is achieved in a peaceful society
beautiful memories, btw
@Claudia, I have similar memories of our grandparents’ shore bungalow. We had a ton of beds there and my grandma used to always play cards with a boatload of other people, many of them relatives from next door. We had a deck running the length of the back of the house, which dipped down past a patio area and the garage (my grandpa’s workshop and my grandma kept a fridge in there, from which I frequently stole pickles), then along the back of the neighbors’ house, who were actually my Auntie Evelyn and Uncle Joe (they were the owners and different people would rotate in and out all summer). The adults had had the back fitted this way because the two houses were thick as thieves and like on our side, they also frequently hosted and people would go back and forth (also we had a pool on our side).
Anyway, I’d lie in bed at night, fingertips still pruned from swimming and subsequent shower, belly full from the delicious summer food, weary and happy, from all that but also because I could hear the grownups talking and occasionally an uproar of group laughter – every single night they got together and played cards. I felt content and very safe. To this day I can close my eyes and move myself in my memory through the house, recall the story of my sister playing baseball in her Easter dress, another auntie propping my brother (as a toddler) on the table and squirting his bottle around, making him laugh, the running and jumping with my cousins…these are the things children should concern themselves with. It’s so magical and I feel terribly sorry for the children of today, forced to be pawns in their parents’ agendas, stripped of their ability to build these sort of memories.
Claudia
President Carter told us on TV many times he took the advice of his little girl. Over 40 years ago.