Years ago, before I had my own children, I owned a daycare licensed for 72 children. It was an abject nightmare constantly. Not because of the children – but because of the parents and employees. Ultimately what the experience provided was a very pronounced rebel attitude that my children would NEVER – Ever be products of Daycare.
The original purpose of daycare was to help single women to be trained in a profession so they could provide for their children given fathers were absent. It was called – HeadStart. I frequented HeadStart as a child advocate with my mother to be ‘a friend’.
But the tides shifted, and suddenly everyone wanted their children to be raised in institutions.
And yes, I am well aware that this will NOT be viewed as a Politically Correct Blog Post.
I didn’t actually become the owner on purpose, it was a trade in the 1980’s when my billable hours could not be met. And so, in lieu I became the proud owner of a daycare. For fifteen years.
In those days, employees were ‘rough’, ‘scarce’, and would likely not pass a background check by today’s standards. But it was all we had.
Parent’s would arrive after hours to pick up their child. Often times it was the Director who had to stay and wait. Sometimes parents could be found at the local bar or strip club down the street. Other times, they simply – forgot. They forgot their child.
Today, I was reading an article about Mary Tyler Moore and her guilt over her own son’s accidental suicide. While claiming her son was simply ‘playing with guns’ and shot himself, she goes on to state that she and her son were not close at all – alienated actually. Why? Because television was more important. Her career was more important. Her life was more important – than her son. He literally had no parents.
A friend I knew in Junior High had a very similar justification for her own son’s tragic tragic issues that resulted in him being a ‘street bum’. Drugged to infinity. His mind literally obliterated. He spent his entire life on the streets, in jail, and in rehab that never worked. She ‘wished’ he would die.
She had also recounted the daycare phenomena exalted upon her son from birth. Institutionalized 12-14 hours per day, depending whether they remembered to pick him up, she justified it was all the father’s fault because her career was all important.
As we are confronted with the chaos of the black community erupting in complete anarchy we can trace their upbringing to – daycare. Institutional flights of caregivers with no compassion, little education, and a vent of anger. The evolution of which, these children cannot differentiate between basic morality or ethics of right and wrong. Their brains are stunted. Their emotions thus rule. And hysteria is the consequence.
While I was no perfection of a parent, it isn’t about perfection, it is ultimately about – being there. And my personal take was always, “if you expect day cares or nanny’s to take care of your child from birth, why have a child?” As entertainment?
Recently, a friend asked me to babysit her infant grandchild so that she could go to dinner with friends. The mother had to work, my friend was the defacto volunteer babysitter when her daughter worked. But she wanted me to take her duty so she could play. And was incensed when I said – no.
The mentality is not one of family, but one of ‘me’. I am the most important. I am. Me. And it isn’t simply the 20something generation, whatever alphabet they are called, it is a very narcissistic development that has its talons in the 1960’s.
So if a mindset can be drilled into 3 generations, can it NOT be reset with a different mindset, based in Truth. Because the entire Mindset causation was to create a society of androids. Essentially. The sixties was about recreating ‘everything’. Rules. Ethics. Morality. Values. Life. Sex. Education. Social. And this android series is called Generation24. 2024 is the year in which the globe will shift quite dramatically.
The recreation allowed for the algorithm of mind. Meaning a person’s mind was ‘algorithmed’ to determine an algorithm to recreate that mind in a laboratory. I suppose that technically would be the purpose of the transhumanism future. How boring.
There is no challenge. It is like having a chess match when you know in advance your competitors every move because it has been algorithmed. So you know you can win. Every single time. Even if you are sleeping. How Boring.
Yet it would appear this is the world envisioned as utopia for the elitists who truly believe that their drug induced vision is a ‘ya, man…’. In fact they are sounding more and more like Milano Cookie Alyssa. A 7th or maybe 8th grade education. Ask her anything – she won’t know.
Off topic sortof: Recently the media was drooling over a picture of Bezos standing over his girlfriend while she doused herself with a hose on a yacht. And here’s the twist: I saw a man who looked as though he were heavily drugged with some sex drug and was feeling a rage of potential rape. His face was quite scary really. And she was taunting him, she ruled him, she was pre-planned.
By contrast the media saw a man in love with his girlfriend.
Ya haf ta laf.
Tra la la, it is a New Year and I am being goulish. But then, New Year celebrations have always been for the youth! I had many grand times! From a Balls to a Pool Hall. It has been FUN!
I suppose the bottom line is that our world has splintered many a time in history. Life has been bleak. And it does get better. No one wants to have the misfortune of being caught in that bleak time. And yet, the best part is – most everyone is right there – with you. In the bleak time. And some very solid souls develop. And maybe, just maybe, that’s NOT a bad thing…
4 thoughts on “NEW YEAR MISSIVE – Right There With You!”
when i first got married i worked out of state,jobs were hard to find in my area in the 80’s. my wife wanted to try and get a job and put the kids in day care,i flipped out,no way we’re sticking our kids in some place that they pay the people three dollars an hour and jam thirty kids in a room! i seen the undercover video of kids being locked in dog crates,beaten with wooden spoons,left in pissy and shitty diapers,the list goes on!your right about scumbags having kids i see it everyday in my town. the parents,most times a single mom,out slutting around ,all drugged and drunked up,they don’t know nor care where their kids are,it’s usually the grandmothers running around trying to give some kind of normalcy to the kids life,these kids start out in a tough world with the deck stacked against them,sometime you can understand why they do what they do,it must be an awful feeling to think that you have nobody in your whole life that gives one shit about you.
Love ya Helena!
We raised our children,,, didn’t turn out quite like we hoped. The problem was their peers, other children whose parents were never there. Our children rebelled because they thought we were preventing them from having their ‘freedom’ to do as they pleased with zero supervision.
Yes,,, schools and government programs replacing the parents was the major problems.
They both at least turned out to be working, productive citizens. One had a short stint in jail but we were able to prevent further problems of that sort.
Sometimes it doesn’t work out so well,,, you just have to live with it.