I hate babies.

I also hate people that have a lot of babies. You just know, by looking at the huge amount of children they have, that they cannot possibly be happy with their life. They'll be raising kids until they're 60, and then living in some one-story two-room Florida house because they paid their kids' tuition with their retirement fund. Babies suck. Why do people still have 13 of them when the world is becoming overpopulated already? Besides that, they're so noisy, and smelly, and obnoxious, and expensive!

This brings me to another common sight these days: mothers bringing their babies to the movies. What the fuck is this? How is a six-month old sausage link supposed to comprehend any of the X-Men sequel? Somehow, you mothers out there can't seem to understand a very, very rudimentary fact: BABIES CAN'T UNDERSTAND ENGLISH, DIPSHIT! Quit taking your babies to the movies! All they do is make that horrid squealing noise or puke all over the person in the adjacent seat. And scream when there's some loud noise in the film, like thunder. So yeah, it annoys the hell out of me.

Another subject on my mind the other day: mentally retarded people. I hate to be viewed as "incompassionate", but why are these utter vegetables allowed to live? I don't mean the ones that can serve simple tasks in society, such as flipping burgers or working in construction, but the lot of them that either run around with no pants, or sit in a wheelchair staring at the ceiling all day! There's absolutely no point to their lives! I say, if a baby is diagnosed with mental retardation at birth, we just need to put them out of their misery. Think about it! It's more humane than it seems! Saves 'em 80 years of sitting around meaninglessly, and save the rest of the taxpayers a lot of money. Schools have to use so much funding to keep these living birth defects occupied, when the state could be using the money to do away with this shitty standardized testing. It's pathetic.

So, yeah. Larkin and I spent a lot of time together this weekend, as the weekends are our only retreat from the 12 hours of HLA she's forced to take these days. Oh well. We did see X2, and it did kick ass. It was, in fact, so good, that I was with Larkin and actually watched all of it. She had a movie night at her house Friday, and so Larkin, her friends Kat and Kim, Rob and I watched Requiem for a Dream, or I think that was the name of it. It was an allright movie, or at least until the end, where the director took pleasure in showing tortuous detail in such pleasant experiences as: electroshock therapy, being a crackwhore, and jumping off a four-story building in drugged delirium. Drugs are bad, mmkay?