What’s not to
love about babies? I especially like other people’s babies. You can play with
them, tickle them, toss them into the air… well, maybe not the last, just ask
Michael Jackson about that one. But nonetheless, you can have fun with the
little tykes. Then when they get fussy and start bawling or stinking… you can
just hand them back to their parents and go on about your business. That is the
best kind of baby… at times.
Then there are
the little ones that you are responsible for. You brought them into this world,
and by doing that you accepted the responsibility to care for them and nurture
them to the best of your ability. There are many, many people who should have
been sterilized at birth. I see them on the news and in the papers every day. I
believe that, in most cases, every life is precious. But for some of these
people I am willing to make an exception. Maybe it isn’t exactly ‘politically
correct’, but just my opinion… if you drowned your children… burned them… shot
them… or whatever method you used… you should be taken and given to people who
were unable to have children of their own… and promptly stoned to death. I
won’t apologize for this viewpoint to anyone. It’s just the way I feel and I
will back it up to the utmost. Be it by the law of the Bible, or Man’s law… you
have decided that you are above these laws and life is wasted on you. There is
no greater contempt for life than for someone to arbitrarily take it away from
one whose life has just begun. Period. Post-partum depression? Just another
sorry-ass excuse. Post-traumatic stress syndrome? The same deal there. Suck it
up and deal with it. Get past it and move on instead of dwelling on it.
The best thing
about babies is when they get older, and what you have taught them begins to
present itself. When they make a major moral decision based on what you
instilled in them, it makes you beam with pride in them. When they avoid a
pitfall of life that you yourself fell into when you were their age, then you
pat yourself on the back for a job well done. When they stand up on a stage and
sing in front of an audience with the voice of an angel… and your heart swells
up inside you and chokes you… then all the little inconveniences mysteriously
disappear for some reason. Yeah… babies are good, I suppose…
