I HATE WHITE KIDS.
What do I hate even more than white kids? White mothers. Who treat their self-righteous piece of shit as if it’s god’s gift on earth.
Yeah – motherly love and all that bullshit. If your child is hurting, maiming, and/or harming another individual you are expected to do something about it – YOU are responsible for that cut-off until they turn 18. And don’t give me that bitch-ass, “How dare you tell me my child is stupid!“. They are dumb. Deal with it. Buy them a book or send them to school. Don’t stand there, Hitler, as if nothing happened.
And no one does anything about it. There is a shared assumption amongst most white mothers (an underground cult) to not interfere. More formally: “If another mother’s kids are wrecking havoc I will not intervene as I went through the same shit when I had kids that age and I sympathise with them.” They then walk away with a smile, “Wait until it reaches 16.”
These are those moments where I stand back and sigh, “Godwhyme.” In fact, it was yesterday. I was at the supermarket doing my monthly oh-my-god-I’m-broke grocery shopping. It seemed ordinary enough, despite the fact that it was, yes, a Saturday. For those of you who have never done grocery shopping on a Saturday morning – don’t. IT IS FUCKING HELL: Endless queues, no space, shitloads of pissed-off people and god damn hot.
Anyway, as I was pushing my trolley through the Fruits and Veggies section of our resident Pick ‘n Pay I noticed something rather peculiar. (You must understand that in the Fruits and Veggies section all the food is stored on these huge wooden shelves.) In front of me I saw two kids chasing each other. They must have been brother and sister – or at least rather close friends – and not older than, say, 5.
No sooner than them running past me had they discovered the kiwi fruit up ahead. They each picked up a kiwi and threw it back onto the shelf. That’s once. “Aww, cute, look at the fuckers throw.” They picked up some more kiwis and threw them back onto the shelf. That’s twice. Unfortunately, third time ain’t lucky – they picked up the kiwis and decided to roll them on the floor.
I could see where this was going. After having fun playing soccer with the fucking kiwis they decided to push it one step further: the two reached up, each grabbed a kiwi, turned around, and threw them across the supermarket. Once, twice – fuck knows. I was too busy dodging flying kiwis to notice.
Three other people saw this happen: old rich bitch A who had a kiwi massacre the side of her trolley. Dumbfuck farmer B, obese and unable to move. And, finally, the mother. She came along and told them to stop it. No shouting, no screaming, no grabbing of the arm: the bitch quietly told them to stop launching kiwis across the supermarket.
YOU, dear woman, ARE AN IDIOT.
The two kids quickly hurried on, laughing and shouting, to the Frozen Vegetable section. The last glimpse I got of the two horrors involved them trying to push over a shelf of bottled sauces. The mother? Blandly looking on. “D’oh.” Fuck-up.
In the end, despite the fear and hatred that evolved, I guess I kinda laughed. I mean, how often are you hit with a kiwi in a supermarket? I fucking love life.
As for white mothers and kids – they can all die.
Posted by MichaelR 