Friday, August 22, 2008
The Culture of Death
Okay, so a new rant from me for the first time in yonks. I just received my eldest daughter's senior year yearbook from Pomona High School, Arvada CO. I am at the moment shaking as I write this post. The yearbook, cover to cover, bears a font which would be perfect on a slasher-flick poster. It's a Halloween font, with every single letter dripping black blood. Every page, every header, and to cap it off every single child's name in the baby picture section. MY child's name, right there above her angelic smiling toddler face, dripping black blood.
This is the result of a generation of children raised with time-outs. This is the result of a teenaged yearbook staff allowed to run the entire process without adult supervision. This is the result of a generation of kids being raised in what has been described as a culture of death.
Names above baby pictures, dripping blood.
The kind of thing people like Michael Schiavo, and nearly the entire nation of Denmark and the state of Oregon, might just approve of.
Traumatized, shocked, appalled. And thinking quite seriously of litigation.
My daughter's senior memories, dripping black blood.
This is the result of a generation of children raised with time-outs. This is the result of a teenaged yearbook staff allowed to run the entire process without adult supervision. This is the result of a generation of kids being raised in what has been described as a culture of death.
Names above baby pictures, dripping blood.
The kind of thing people like Michael Schiavo, and nearly the entire nation of Denmark and the state of Oregon, might just approve of.
Traumatized, shocked, appalled. And thinking quite seriously of litigation.
My daughter's senior memories, dripping black blood.
