My Life Sucks Because Mummy And Daddy Continues

Because mummy and daddy were clueless, and I took their advise.

As an X-er, I faithfully followed nearly all the advice given by my boomer parents, and it got me diddly-squat.

And:

So, instead of selling 200 million dollars worth of sound cards more than two years before Media Vision did with a vastly inferior product, I now have a BS in Economics with a second major in East Asian Studies and a minor in History. None of which has ever profited me so much as a single dime.

It just never ends. Speaking of endless narcissism. Why… if they never had listened to mummy and daddy, they’d all be the life of the party today!

On the other hand, they have no clue where they would be today, if they hadn’t listened to mummy and daddy. But then, their life sucks, because mummy and daddy.

Life is full of could haves. But it’s mummy and daddy’s fault that your little narcissistic lives are not perfect according to your all grown-up idea of what your life should have been… could have been, would have been, without mummy and daddy.

Mummy and daddy are responsible for this…

Dildos, not guns.

In fact, mummy and daddy are responsible for everything wrong in this world that just fucked up, and fucks up, my life!

The person who sins will die. The son will not bear the punishment for the father’s iniquity, nor will the father bear the punishment for the son’s iniquity; the righteousness of the righteous will be upon himself, and the wickedness of the wicked will be upon himself.

Get over it snowflakes.

And look! Here is mummy and daddy creating the Federal Reserve!

And here is mummy and daddy creating the bail-outs!

And here is mummy and daddy creating the College Tuition Plan!

Look at what boomer mummy and daddy created!

Mummy! Daddy! It’s all your fault!

And look at this. Mummy and daddy created all these nifty clubs too! One reason why American jobs have gone overseas. Mummy and daddy are responsible for Globalism!

I could go on.

Man. Kind.

From the very beginning.

And these pathetic, narcissistic, X’ers and Millennials lament that they are not the “greatest generation”, because mummy and daddy. Because mummy and daddy are all that is wrong with the world and this generation.

I almost wasn’t going to put this here, but decided to anyhow. Guess who I am speaking of…

But woe to you Pharisees! For you tithe mint and rue and every herb, and neglect justice and the love of God. These you ought to have done, without neglecting the others. Woe to you Pharisees! For you love the best seat in the synagogues and greetings in the marketplaces. Woe to you! For you are like unmarked graves, and people walk over them without knowing it.

Woe to you lawyers also! For you load people with burdens hard to bear, and you yourselves do not touch the burdens with one of your fingers.  Woe to you! For you build the tombs of the prophets whom your fathers killed. So you are witnesses and you consent to the deeds of your fathers, for they killed them, and you build their tombs.

You dumb-asses have misdirected your… bitterness.

The pharisees and lawyers of our time, are not… mummy and daddy.

They promise them freedom, but they themselves are slaves of corruption. For whatever overcomes a person, to that he is enslaved.

And until every generation alive today gets… it… you will continue in your life as slaves of corruption.

So this is what the X’er and Millennial Alt-Right movement has come to.

Everything wrong with America, and with the X’er and Millennial generation, falls on the shoulders of the boomers. And now… we know why the new Bowel Movement will go far.

Just as soon as all the boomers die.

And crap! I almost forgot! L’ingMAO! When the “Beatles” are forgotten and never remembered and mentioned again!

10. I’m Not a Fascist. But My Sons Are. June 13, 2017 11:25 AM

Pull yourself up by your bootstraps

An idiom that is invariably true.

And yet nearly always false when it falls from the lips of a Boomer.

Know what is amusing? Every single man I knew growing up, pulled themselves up by their bootstraps. Nothing was given to them. They expected nothing, but an honest wage for an honest days work. My father worked his ass off to provide for us. Eventually becoming the shop foreman. I’m not talking about a little machine shop. I am talking about an industrial sized machine shop. He earned every bit of it… because he pulled up his bootstraps. My father, and every man I knew growing up, are not responsible for the mess these whiny little bitches find themselves in.

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