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WHY TODAY'S KIDS ARE COOKED | THEY CAN'T READ AND ITS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT, KAREN

I dated a woman who put her son in front of a tablet or Xbox while she ran out to the club all night. She couldn't even wait until it was their dad's weekend to have them. She would just straight up sit her son in front of a tablet, run off to the Los Angeles nightclubs until 4AM, and then consider herself a primary candidate for "Mother of the Year." Her son was in middle-school and still couldn't even fucking read. The poor kid was neglected.  Both of her children from her past relationship were in special needs classes because they were not stimulated or educated at home. What the fuck did you think was going to happen when you put a device aimed at adults (a computer) in front a child with unrestricted and unregulated access. You only have yourself to blame for your own piss-poor parenting skills, or lack-thereof. Child neglect. Google it. Meanwhile, I was reading Michael Crichton books when I was in jr high. My sister taught me how to read before I even start...
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"CRACKER ISLAND" by GORILLAZ | ALTERNATIVE ROCK & HIP-HOP | LONDON, UK

"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light..." - Graucho Marx

On Cracker Island, it was born
To the collective of the dawn
They were planting seeds at night
To grow a made-up paradise
Where the truth was auto-tuned (Forever cult)
And its sadness, I consumed (Forever cult)
Into my formats everyday (Forever cult)
In the end, I had to pay (What world is this?)
In the end, I had to pay (I purged my soul)
In the end, I had to pay (I drank to riot)
Nothing more to say (I drank to riot)

They taught themselves to be occult
They didn't know its many strategies
They taught themsеlves to be occult
They didn't know its many stratеgies (Fantasies)

What world is this?
What world is this?

On Cracker Island, it was raised (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
By the collective from the grave (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
It only came out at night (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
It ate up their paradise (Paradise)
Where the truth was auto-tuned (Forever Cult)
And its sadness, I consumed (Forever Cult)
Into my formats everyday (Forever Cult)
In the end, I had to pay (What world is this?)
Out there on my silver lake (I was not there)
In the end, it will be great (Beneath the hills)
I'm like a ship between the tides (I saw myself)
I held on, I survived (There in the void)

They taught themselves to be occult (Cult, cult)
They didn't know its many strategies
They taught themselves to be occult (Cult, cult)
They didn't know its many strategies (Fantasy)

On Cracker Island, it will die (Forever Cult)
Join the collective in the sky (Forever Cult)
And on a shining boat of light (Forever Cult)
Go up to paradise (What world is this?)
Where the truth is auto-tuned (I purged my soul)
And its sadness, I consumed (I drank to riot)
Into my formats everyday (I drank to riot)
In the end, I had to pay (Forever Cult)
In the end, I'll have to pay (Forever Cult)
In the end, I'll be okay (Forever Cult)

Nothing more to say (Say, say, say, say)
Nothing more to say (Say, say, say, say)
Nothing more to say (Say, say, say, say)
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