~Teaching Hate~

This evening as I was driving home from the gym, bobbing my head to 311 in typical fashion, attempting to keep myself from murdering the many retarded drivers who cross my path every night at this same time. Up to the stoplight I pulled at Huntoon and Topeka Blvd. As I sat there in a surprisingly good mood, taking in the lovely weather, cool breeze and general beauty of spring, I realized that in the island of the intersection was the Phelps clan. Big deal right? Whats new? I should be used to this by now having grown up with this cult in plain sight my entire life, and really I am. I'm pretty much desensitized to it as sad as that really is. Tonight though as I sat watching them, just observing their actions, I noticed that this fat lady in all her Dunkin Donut munching, fag hating glory, was positioning four children with their signs to take a photo of them. Signs reading "God Hates You", "God Hates The World", and "Thank God For I.E.Ds". How depressing, it really almost hurt to watch. These kids were no older that 11, the youngest I would guess was around six. How could you allow your children to be warped and brainwashed into thinking such things? They all posed joyfully, smiling from ear to ear, wanting nothing more than to make this lady, or maybe their parents proud. That's really what it is isn't it? Brainwashing? At such a young age they are so impressionable. Anything you tell them they are going to believe, be it that the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus is real, that the Bible or Koran is true. That God could hate someone simply because they're different than you, blow someone up with an I.E.D, Smoke the world trade center, or rejoice in the sorrows of families to our own fallen soldiers. Truly heartbreaking to me seeing these kids, knowing as they get older they will have these obstacles to overcome, or succumb to. Will they be hate mongers like their parents, Spreading this festering disease as they have been taught? Or will they have long sleepless nights wrestling with what is and isn't true, wondering why their parents would ingrain these beliefs that are now a part of them, their teachings battling their conscience. So many questions run through my mind. So many emotions in my chest. Poor kids, I just wanna give them a hug, something...they don't understand the weight of the words upon the signs they hold. What a shame. For the record we know I'm no Saint, correct? But I wouldn't put a kid in position like that...no way, never. My apologies to those who tuned in for a chuckle, hopefully next time my friends. :)