I don’t hate kids. I just hate the idea of having kids. I’ve been debating whether or not to get a vasectomy, because if there is one thing that I possibly fear more than old age and death, then it is becoming a father. It has become a recurring nightmare of mine. I am in my twenties, and I am starting to see people from my childhood have kids of their own. This *sickens me.* The fact of the matter is that having kids isn’t just the death of your social life, or the death of your ambitions; it is the death of you *as a person.* It is the death of your *soul.* You are bringing another larval a****** into the world and your life is now about ensuring that larval a****** reaches adulthood. You are now an animal; a beast. I know that this elitism is wrong, but I cannot help but feel this way: the point of life is not to procreate, but to fight back against a cosmos that desperately wants you to be insignificant and achieve some level of significance in life, and those who procreate are those who give up.
We need to revamp our society’s social values and structure. We need to do away with the traditional parental unit and instead institute a system of child-rearing managed by the community. Furthermore, we need a reversible alternative to the vasectomy, and abortions should be free and covered fully by the government. The enemies are those backwards subhuman shits who want to stop this progress and keep us slaves to our biological destiny.