When a liberal says “not your kids or my kids, but our kids,” I suspect what the dolt means is “you pay for my kids.” Or, that he’s got some new income redistribution scheme to pitch. Or both.
It’s always struck me as morbidly ironic that the same party which celebrates the murder of babies in utero, thinks that just because the village idiot gets elected to office means they should have a say in raising the survivors.
This warped thinking has been tried and failed. The idea that “everyone” owns something is what economists call the “tragedy of the commons.” When applied to property, it means that when no one is responsible for a patch of earth, no one cares for it and it soon reaches it’s lowest possible use and value.
That more than adequately mirrors what happens when one takes the “village” approach to raising children. Sure, there’s probably some happy South American tribe in which children are raised communally. And those tribes tend to still be running around like it is 750 B.C.
In the real world, children who are left to be “loved” by the village, tend to be expensively ignored by the village idiot.
There is also something downright disgusting about the notion that the three children my wife and I have raised should somehow be considered as belonging to Mr. Romero. He doesn’t know their names, what ice creams they like, what movies scare them, what colors they appreciate, the dreams they have… He wasn’t there when they had their first tumble, consoled them when their first teddy bear disappeared, or laughed with them as they told silly jokes.
But let’s be honest with each other. Romero doesn’t care about my kids or your kids. He wants to do what every socialist everywhere does when they start talking about kids: rob you through legislation. He wants to take money from you to give to someone else, and do so in the name of helping children about whom he couldn’t name in a line-up or give a rip about even if he could.
So, no Ramon, my kids are most definitely NOT your kids. You are not welcome near my kids. Indeed, keep away from my kids.