There really is an all-out war on our children. We can hardly overstate it and we dare not ignore it.
They are being slaughtered in the womb. They are being kidnapped and sold into sex slavery. They are being raped and abused and neglected and used. They are being brainwashed by their teachers and bullied by their peers. Their innocence is being robbed and their security is being stolen.
Without exaggeration, we can say that no generation in American history has been subject to such a concerted, demonic attack.
The demonic attack against you is especially acute if you are a black baby. You have less than a 75% chance of making it out alive because of abortion. If you are a black baby conceived in New York City, you have less than a 50% chance of making it out of the womb alive.
A couple of years later, in your pre-K class, the teacher reads storybooks to you, pretty books with colorful pictures. Some feature boys wearing dresses; others depict a little girl with her two daddies. And your teacher refers to all of you as "friends," since calling you "boys and girls" makes unnecessary gender distinctions — whatever those are.
Somehow, you manage to graduate from high school, enrolling in one of the top colleges in the nation. There you will learn that America is an evil country, that all whites are guilty, that belief in the Judeo-Christian God is a joke, and that there is no such thing as absolute morality. Or absolute truth. Or absolute reality. Things are what you perceive them to be. You define reality. And truth. And morality. That's what you're getting for $40,000 a year.
To be fair, though, you will learn some very helpful skills, like remembering everyone's preferred gender pronouns, such as xe and zer and hir. On the other hand, should you question anything you're being taught, you'll learn something else very quickly: dissent is not permitted. Now you're ready to be an adult.