"Lots of practice"
Words fail me.
According to the BBC and other media today an 12 year old girl is due to give birth next month. She apparently became pregnant at the age of 11 when she had unprotected sex with a 15 year old boy. GMTV this morning reported that she was drunk at the time. Which isn’t surprising as she is said to smoke up to 20 cigarettes a day.
“I think I’ll be able to cope as I’ve had lots of practice looking after my brothers,” she said in an interview. “I’m enjoying being pregnant - even though I get a bit of a sore back and sore ribs.”
Has no one mentioned to this girl that the birth will be like having a bowling ball ripped out of her lower intestine.
Thankfully the ‘father’ has been charged with rape but what good will that do? With the judicial system in this country he’ll get a pat on the head and a book token for showing initiative. Now, it’s an extreme view, but I think he should be castrated. Spending the rest of his life sitting down to have a pee would remind him of his complete and utter stupidity.
I’m starting to think that it’s genetic. If a girl has children in her teens then those children will be more likely to have children while still too young. If your parents never had children then the chances of you having any are real slim.
But I’ll tell you this. Where’s this idea that childbirth is a miracle came from. Ha, I missed that fucking meeting, okay? “It’s a miracle, childbirth is a miracle.” No it’s not. No more than a miracle than eating food and a turd coming out of your ass. It’s a chemical reaction, that’s all it fucking is. If, you wanna know what a miracle is: raisin' a kid that doesn’t talk in a movie theatre. Okay, there, there, there is a goddamn miracle. It’s not a miracle if every nine months any yin yang in the world can drop a litter of these mewling cabbages on our planet. And just in case you haven’t seen the single mom statistics lately, the miracle is spreading like wild-fire. “Hallelujah!” Trailer parks and council flats all over the world just filling up with little miracles. Thunk, thunk, thunk, like frogs laying eggs. “Thunk, look at all my little miracles, thunk, filling up my trailer like a sardine can. Thunk. You know what would be a real miracle, if I could remember your daddy’s name, aargh, thunk. I guess I’ll have to call you Lorry Driver Junior. Thunk. That’s all I remember about your daddy was his fuzzy little pot-belly riding on top of me shooting his caffeine ridden semen into my belly to produce my little water-headed miracle baby, urgh. There’s your brother, Pizza Delivery Boy Junior.”