Of course, all these college-victim/killer slags are now fully grown with children of their own; they are feeling a bit sick about 'all that'.So they think,
"If only I'd been one of the 'popular' students...."
None of them really were, of course, especially not the 'popular' ones, but they see some feeble illusion of success in the booming presumption of the Law/Rugby/Ski/History students (or whatever the hell dopographic they belonged to), and determine that their children will not be 'left out' of the rabbit hutch.
For off to the hutch it will be;statistics determine it!
Children of graduates go to university!
It is undeniable!
And so, as soon as they can walk, the kids are saturated with things and influences which are sure to make them 'successful', in other words they are taught how to sell out from the age of four, not eighteen.
The better to fit in with the savages at university.
They want their kids to be 'ahead of the game'.
But there are signs that some of the so-called 'increasing sophistication' of children is enabling them to drop out of that at an even earlier stage; the parents are spoiling for a fight with the ruling sociopaths of a long-dead social cosmos, and the kids are accepting being spoilt but not showing up for the gig.
Maybe they really are the future, eh?
Or maybe the micro-social engineering of these aborted families is producing a newer, deeper and more far-gone layer of artificially ignorant ruler-fodder?
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