Running this through the IronJack Truth Translator:
"Our objective is to justify our perversion, and to get a lot of attention doing it so that hopefully we can make some money and hit the talk show circuit again. Are you listening, Oprah?"
In a sane society, the kids would be removed to a safe environment, and the parents would be institutionalized.
Oblah Dee oblah da life goes on bra.
She said she hated carrying them. I’m sure they’re going to be messed up from that emotional trauma, as they are people with feelings before they’re born. Shoot, forgot they’re going to be screwed up anyway because they’re parents are totally bonkers. Combine the two, is there any hope for their children?
Remember when this was a common American experience?
“Dixie Boy” by Alabama
I was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill
Back when believin’ was the style
Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy
Made sweet music for a while
My daddy worked hard down at the factory
Nights he went to G.I. school
He didn’t know nothin’ ‘bout the silver spoon
But he lived by the golden rule
Summer nights he was gone me and mama stayed home
Out on the front porch swing
Wishin’ on the stars in the southern sky
And sometimes we used to sing
We were leaning, leaning on
The everlasting arms of love
Livin’ all those simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of
Got my real education from the T.V. station
And good ole boys down at the park
The say “Hey, Willie” and those rock-a-billies
Made their way into my heart
I remember the old folks sittin’ ‘round talkin’
On laidback Sunday afternoons
They said them young folks sure got a hard road
Oh, they’re growin’ up too soon
Now I know they were right, and as I sit here tonight
Out on the front porch swing
The stars are shinin’ in my young boy’s eyes
Just like they did for me
We are leaning, leaning on
The everlasting arms of love
Livin’ all those simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of
We are leaning, leaning on
The everlasting arms of love
Livin’ all those simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of