But Only Maybe. They MIGHT be.

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

Portrait of James Reese Europe, also known as Jim Europe, ragtime and early jazz bandleader, arranger and composer. Europe wears World War I military uniform. Printed on front: "Lt. Jim Europe."

When they arrive you know ahead of time because in the distance you can hear their famous "jass"band playing.

One of the Big Folk: Well you’re not beautiful enough to be an elf

It's not about being tough on crime, because the absolute toughest most brutal measure you could take against "crime" as a social problem is to alleviate poverty, and increase access to education, healthcare and social mobility.

It's about performing "tough on crime" as an aesthetic by enacting violence against a prop, i.e. minorities and the impoverished, who are fetishized and objectified to represent "crime." They are brutalized as punishment for crime, but never with the purpose of alleviating the problem of crime.

and to think, we pour all this care and devotion into these precious little people, until they reach a certain age and then it’s like okay, time to throw you into the capitalism gristle mill. your life now centers around extracting profit from yourself at the expense of your own health, all to make the richest people in the word 0.0000000000000001% richer. your mom spent so long teaching you the shape of letters, now enjoy never having enough while the world gets hotter and hotter around you.