Showing posts with label Years Ahead Of Him On The Psychiatrist's Couch.... Show all posts
Showing posts with label Years Ahead Of Him On The Psychiatrist's Couch.... Show all posts

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Oh no what a bitch!



Oh no she mother-fucking didn't....

Now in seventeen years of teaching and child care, I've witnessed some seriously fucked up parenting. Whilst I agree that children need to be taught some life lessons about family income and that the expectations of consumer excess are skewed at this festive season, this is just cruel.

Sure little Johnson might need new winter clothes, and he might have failed to hear his mom telling him that she couldn't afford a 360 on the ten thousand ocasions he asked... BUT!!!

Hearing the raucous hilarity of his family as they witness his Christmas dreams dying, videoing the event, asking him to "cry to the camera" and then posting his misery on Youtube for the world to see... Word's fail me. Damn!

Hopefully young Johnson will grow up and devise a "cunning plan" to make his dear mother think she has won the lottery, and wait for her to phone up her siblings, cousins and bosses, telling them that she hates and disowns them all, before revealing to her that it was just a 'hilarious prank' like the one she played on him all those Christmases ago...