I am 46 (soon to be 47 years old) and I have two children. However, I have decided to have six more children because one of my children may cure cancer (that would be Saul, born 2009), one may lead the U.S. to victory in World War IV (Esther, born 2011), and one may become one of the 21st century's greatest composers (that would be Gustave Aschenbach Katz, born 2013). Yes, there will be one black sheep in the family (Hezekiah, ax murderer, born 2014) but hey, they can't all be stars.
I have decided this after viewing this fucking brilliant essay in the pages of the National Review.
Please fucking kill me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment