Anyone else as appalled as I am by the Easter Baskets done up like combat helmets?
What's next? Little chocolate AK-47s?
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Killing for Jesus is a cottage industry. So much about the Easter celebration is so violent, anyway--all those factory farm eggs, hundreds of thousands of pigs killed to make Peeps, all those rabbits sold to people who will later dump them on the side of the road, where they will die of starvation or be killed by dogs. Might as well go all the way and put the treats in a combat helmet. Because it's never too early to teach children to cheer for wars in which other people are killed.
how about the gendering? where's the easter basket that's got baseballs in with the baby doll? Can I get that combat helmet in pink, please?
Yeah, I don't suppose it's as disturbing as the combat stuff itself. Nevertheless...
Ugh.
Well, mouse, how will the kiddies know if they're meant to throw things or cuddle things if we don't gender their easter baskets? You don't want them growing up, ah, CONFUSED, do you?
I went back to where I saw the combat helmet basket. No chocolate AK-47, but they did have chocolate crosses, in both milk AND white chocolate -- the white chocolate had little flowers on it, for your girl-type children.
I see now: all children need God, but only boys need to throw and only girls need to cuddle and, of course, love flowers. It makes sense-- throwing and such physical activities, well, they don't develop girls' motor skills or contribute to physical development anyway, just the boys benefit.
At first I thought you had to be kidding. Then I realized it's a miracle that I haven't seen those here in TX yet.
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