Desperate Housemoms

The days of the stay at home 50's Mom's dedicated to their husbands and children, the 70's stay at home Mom's dedicated to her husbands, children and part time job to stay afloat have all been washed away in the sewer of evolution. What we are seeing now is a new generation of inactive, pudgy, crystal light and bottled water drinking Mom's. These 22nd century Primadonnas are out to rule the neighborhood and they will go to any means to do so.

Remember when your yard was, well, your yard. Kids had respect back in my days and parents upheld that respect. The invisible fences no longer holds a barrier to these parasites of fools.Parental responsibility is a thing of the past. This new evolution of hungry monger wolverines are secretly plotting over a slice of Boston cream Pie and Crystal Light. Right now I know you are asking yourself, just what is it that this new generation mess is plotting. Well, lets put this into perspective for you.

There's a corner lot. At the corner of this lot there's a bus stop. It's been there for years with no serious problems. In march the parade of the momma weasels, kids in tow. The once bus stop has now turned into a gathering ground for kids to play and run through the yard ,of the once prim corner lot ,while the adult ant colony ..chats? Imagine a tree with some great climbing branches and enough grass for a few rounds of football tossing. Got that picture? Now lets imagine 12-14 kids using that "corner lot" as a personal playground before and after bus pickup. Seems ok at first but then the dark door of introspect opens and one realizes that if one of these Antichrist kids gets hurt who's responsible. So a fair warning is given to the Ewes. No response. A second fair warning then a third and one or two from neighbors in the area as well. Still no response. I recall when one warning use to be enough. An apology was given and kids were told to behave..but..not with generation mess. Somehow there had to be a glitch in the evolutionary process. A glitch that sends signals to the brain of these neighborhood adult parasites saying:

1. My kids are never wrong
2. I'm never wrong
3. I have no respect
4. I have no values
5. I have no morals
and finally...
6. I am proud of all of that

This entire scenario is like a food chain gone haywire and the end results aren't prime rib and parsley potatoes. Not only does generation mess not react , they show disrespect in front of their kids towards the neighborhood lot owner. They decide they will retaliate. You were waiting for this weren't you?
Four super crabs make a decision to get back at this owner of the prim corner lot. Why? I don't know. Is there something in the Crystal Light? Maybe that bottled water isn't really spring fed? Whatever the reason the games begin. A justified police call is made by the plot owner to get some reprise. Generation becomes insulted. The neighborhood turns into a killing field. In a final attempt to gain back their hold an insidious plan is enacted. Our once peaceful corner lot owner does something they have done for 20 years. They pull into their yard to unload their vehicle from the back door while the bus is letting off the playful gaggle of ducks 60 feet from the vehicle entry. The gnats begin swarming. It's time to make their move.

In short, the property owner has charges pressed against them for intent to endanger or harm a child. A felony charge and a jail sentence, if convicted. A few kind warnings turned into four statements of lies, vindictiveness, deceit, and plotting all while sipping on a few packets of Crystal Light . In my day a glass of Merlot, a cigarette and a few kind exchanges of words would have nipped the incident in the groin at the first warning. Not this time and not in this decade...beware they have arrived..

Generation Mess, the new Eco-pain.