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A Word From The Poopy Baby Who Foretold The End Of The World
I am the New Year Baby: time doesn’t change anyone, only you can change me and the world
Turn and face the strain
Aloha,
I am the baby that foretold the end of the world. It’s in my diaper.
You see, once upon a time all animals, including human animals, did not like to sit in their own poop. Or pee.
That changed with the advent of capitalism. Not all capitalism is poopy, mind you. But the exploitative rapacious-to-the-point-of-exhaustion-kind has proven to create some issues.
To paraphrase some old, dead guy, You’ve left us up to our necks in it.
If you have seen a diaper commercial, you know exactly what I am talking about. Diapers — that is those in commercials — are made of toxins, plastic, pollution, and delusion.
The delusion is that a baby is deliriously happy waddling about in excrement. He, or she, is happily crawling about, zipping about on a rolling walker, bouncing on a hoppy jumper, giggling at everything you have to say, or being absolutely exhilarated at the sight of a plush toy with an expression more dopey than Tucker Carlson.