Given the current tenor of the day that “Children Are the Future”, whereupon we elevate babies and children as indisputable idols no matter whose foul, sputtering creation they may be, every one of us coupled off with child-bearing hips is being led blindly off a cliff. Don’t get me wrong, babies and children continue to delight me. Individually and in small groups, like frat boys, like Christian fundamentalists, they are bearable. Even entertaining. It’s the fetishization of our progeny in the culture that is inherently sick. I could take a mental health day on this, go to the deli and grab a Philly steak sub and root beer, bike across town and back, post a couple of disturbing photos in the body of this post, but what about all the other sane individuals in the USA who are at least as repulsed as I am of how we worship children as saviors of our shitty lives. We believe fully that by procreating in the pool of life, we all have meaning. Advertising agencies love us for our collective ignorance. Welcome to the ultimate hustle.