The problem with humanity, Part 3 of our 2,498 part continuing series

Even though you may not remember it, when you were an infant you had a mother, or older sister, or primary caregiver singing you a song in your crib. Don't try to deny it. You know it's true. Do you recall the lyrics now... as an adult?

Rockabye baby, on the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

And you wonder why the nation is chock full of dysfunctional loons? What the hell kind of a song is that to sing to an infant??!!?? I mean, COME ON! At least when the itsy bitsy spider got hit by Typhoon Waterspout and was washed away like so much flotsam and jetsam he at least got the chance to crawl back up the spout again, even if it was doomed to be a neverending, Sisyphusian effort. But the kid in the lullaby is strapped to a gurney and getting dropped from the top of a Dutch Elm. That's not a very survivable situation.

I'm going to drive home this weekend and smack my sister up the side of the head.

Have a good weekend.