Time to Fly

There comes a time in every birds life that the parents tell it to fuck off and push it out of the nest. As the little bird plummets to its ultimate demise, it has to act quick. Either spread its wings and learn how to fly, or hope the ground is feeling in a good mood today and turns into rubber....or pudding. I like pudding.

Most of the birds spread their little wings, flap a few times, and take off soaring into the open sky! The world before them!! Their destiny begins!

Or they just fly in circles a few times, try to make a living on their own, give up and return to the nest and bitch at the parents for kicking them out.

"What a minute! I know this scenario....he's not talking about birds!" You might say to yourself. Or you might just say you want some pudding. I know...it's ok....I'll wait.



Ok!! I admit!! There is an alternate scenario. You saw right through my analogy! If you didn't I'm not explaining it now. See post about backing up and running over your ass.

I've noticed a trend in modern day society. The so-called XYZ generation. (I made it up...dont' dwell). These baby birds are flying back home to suck their parents dry. It's sad really. As if having them regurgitate their food into their empty little stomachs wasn't enough! I blame the government. Why? Because they're an easy target. Although I do blame the government for a lot. This capitalistic country I live in has molded this QRS generation to just take blows as they come and retreat back to the Golden Age ones.

Am I asking for a civil uprising? No. I don't want the government reading this and banging down my doors or claiming I'm some sort of extreme party pooper. But baby birds need to be kicked from the nest. They need to spread their wings or they need to become a sidewalk decoration.

Why do I bring this up? Cheese.