ISIS? How about BRATS?

ISIS...we are not likely to come into direct contact with psycho Muslim fanatics.

BRATS...we are. We ARE, every fucking DAY, likely to be put through mental anguish and torment because of somebody else's obnoxious spawn.

As much as I'd like to see the nations of the world blow the fucking ISIS pigs to pieces, I'd like to see the police in every city go after BRATS. For "quality of life" offenses, like screaming and throwing temper tantrums in public, the parents of BRATS should pay a minimum of $100.

As soon as that fucking brat throws a tantrum, the clock begins ticking. Within 30 seconds, you take that little monster outside. If it already IS outside, take it inside. Throw it down a sewer. Gag it. Just keep it from bothering US.

It's a very miserable fact of life that mommies are such arrogant cunts about their BRATS, that there is literally no talking to them. They think that YOU should suffer along with them.

They also don't suffer much, because they're used to their rotten menaces acting up in public. They don't know how abrasive and obnoxious it is to hear their brat squealing and shouting inanities ("I want ice cream! I want ice cream!). These rotten mommies DON'T CARE how much we're bothered, and they should...they should care about losing that ice cream money, and more. That's what it takes.

Allowing brats to misbehave stretches over every boundary of ethnicity and culture. Yuppie scum huff, "MY little child is NEVER going to be told what to do by ANYONE." The same idea goes through the dumb cement skull of a redneck bitch or some black bitch with an army of little mixed breed puppies.

You're supposed to suffer...in SILENCE. That's the irony. The BRAT can be as loud as possible, but YOU can't even say "Excuse me, can you take that kid outside..."

The woman in this story was obviously taking her life in her hands by confronting Mommy Bitchiest. A mommy-twat who doesn't care if her brat is screaming is NOT going to listen to YOU, and is more likely to attack. Which is what happened.

The woman gave up on trying to talk sense to mommy-twat and her squalling monster, so walked away with the familiar final words: "go to hell."

This enraged mommy-twat who raced through the parking lot to begin her own confrontation: "Where'd you tell me to go????"

Now, at this point you'd have to be a little nuts NOT to assess the situation. You've got a bitch who won't keep her rowdy brat quiet. Chances are, this bitch could be violent. Are you really going to repeat "Go to hell" to a bitch like this? If you are, be prepared to defend yourself!

Oh well. This woman at least got her name in the papers (so she can be further harassed and abused, not only by mommy-twat but all psycho bitches who think everybody to shut up BUT their brats). Hopefully she had enough sense to memorize a license plate or check the surveillance footage at the store to find the bitch who hit her.

Meanwhile, as you'd expect, most of the "nice comments" were about the POOR HARRIED MOTHER, and how TOUGH it is to take care of a squalling out-of-control toddler.

What a wonderful world it would be if "quality of life" patrols, measuring decibels and literal frequency, could fine jerks $100 a minute for their barking dogs and screechy brats.

If ISIS could guarantee that under strict Muslim-Psycho law, screaming brats and barking dogs would be beheaded, I just might fuckin' join up.