Pussification of America: Easter Egg Hunt Canceled Because of Unruly Parents
#Pennsylvania volunteer fire company has canceled this year’s #Easter egg hunt for children due to “unruly” parents https://t.co/hNsI2wGfG8 pic.twitter.com/CybCwBheaT
— ABC 7 Amarillo (@ABC7Amarillo) April 10, 2017
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Source – A Pennsylvania volunteer fire company says it has canceled this year’s Easter egg hunt for children because of “unruly” parents in past years.
The Norco Fire Company in North Coventry Township says on its Facebook page that the annual children’s event won’t be held this year.
Deputy Chief Chuck Hipple said there has been a recurring problem of some parents running onto the field despite having been told not to and posing a danger to children. He said it’s not the majority of people but a few people “just can’t seem to let the kids have fun.”
With all due respect to North Coventry Townships’ Bravest and Deputy Chief Hipple, they can knock this right the hell off. Easter Egg hunts aren’t about “fun.” Not in this reality. Easter Egg hunts are about victory. They’re about triumph. They’re about social Darwinism. A zero sum game where there are competing interests going after a finite number of limited resources and it is kill or be killed.
Easter Egg hunts have never been about fun and there’s no reason to expect the parents of Pennsylvania to be the ones to start it. They’re the ultimate teachable moment, where you show your kid what life is truly all about. That our existence is a brutal, harsh and unforgiving blood sport, where the aggressive take what is rightfully theirs and the passive starve. Show me a parent who expects all the rest to sit back and let our children handle it themselves or who thinks it’s all about helping the weak in the name of “fairness,” and I’ll show you someone who’s raising a loser. Good luck when the delicate little flower you’re raising grows up to live with you and a die a virgin living off your inheritance and giving you no grandchildren. I raised my boys to prey on weaklings like yours and grow up strong on the spoils of the chocolate and marshmallow happiness they took right out from under you.
It’s just too bad a few pampered little pussies and their helicopter parents had to ruin it for everyone else. I guess some people just don’t know the right way to honor Jesus’ sacrifice.