Infantilized

Completely

If the following true story doesn’t give you some indication that we are in the late stages of collapse in America, then you aren’t paying very close attention. We know someone in staffing, working as an outside recruiter of talent for US firms.

Recently they decided to enter a new category, staffing nursing help, an industry used to third party staffing assistance, and even paying the staffing firm hires off book from the hospital payroll, instead choosing to pay the staffing firm as the provider of employment.

They were asked to provide a candidate to be hired for the operating room of a hospital. They vetted candidates, sent a few for interviews. One candidate passed muster with the staffing firm, got past all the usual questions and “third degree” grilling, and also got through the two interview process at the hospital where they’d be employed. All the numbers on the contract worked, both parties felt they had vetted the candidate fully, and set a start date. All good.

Upon showing up for work the first day this nurse entered the hospital with an emotional support service dog in tow. Intending on taking this emotional support animal into the operating room with her. As she “relies” on the animal for her emotional well being.

A dog. In the operating theater, where we’ve all seen the doctors and nurses scrubbing up to their elbows, wearing long sleeve gloves, and where cleanliness is priority one.

The woman never mentioned the dog in the interview process with the recruiter, and never brought up in the hospital interviews that she would have to have this dog with her at all times. Even to the extent the candidate expected to walk her emotional support service dog into the hospital itself, and further, into the operating room as well.

This woman has lost her mind.

She is a candidate for being committed to an institution, not a job. How on earth does someone this obtuse, this narrow minded, this emotionally challenged, gain a degree in nursing?

Who raised this woman?

This is a grown adult woman, apparently with the emotional well being of a twelve year old child. Demanding some “right” to have her dog with her at work, inside an operating room. For emotional support.

I want to meet the parents of this woman. I want to know what kind of minds exist that would raise someone to believe that such actions are acceptable in the real world.

I’m sure that dog dander and open chest surgery are a marriage just made in heaven.

The entire “service dog”, emotional support animal movement is the domain of the insane. If you are somehow incapable of entering the world past your front door absent the companionship of an animal then you have mental issues that need to be addressed, you don’t need to purchase an animal. In fact, you have demonstrated the exact opposite, we should not allow you to take control over another life in such a weakened and weak minded condition. You are a danger not only to yourself, but to the animal.

If facing “the real world” for you is so traumatic that you need to bring a fluffy pet with you for “support”, you are too weak a human to participate in society. You need to be hospitalized, not go to work inside a hospital.

I see the need for an “emotional support service animal” the way I do the crazy homeless on government assistance. If you are so crazy you need to live on the street and self-medicate all day long, incapable of gainful employment, or joining society, how come you are never so insane you can’t figure out how to cash the checks?

Somehow you are just sane enough to know how to get the money from every government program, get your hands on enough for a subsistence living, but too crazy to actually become a productive member of society.

My measurement would be, if you are too insane to cash the checks, you qualify for the checks. If you can figure out how to cash the government checks and use SNAP, Medicaid, and other benefits, you ain’t crazy, you are lazy and love drugs, and need to be permanently banned from receiving assistance.

America is done.

You wake up in the downtown environment of any major city today, a Denver, a Manhattan, a Baltimore, and walk out the hotel door at 8AM and the smell of pot is acrid in the air. Walk a few blocks and all you smell is pot, and no fresh air. As fresh as air can get inside an inner city.

Who do you think is smoking all this pot? Employees. Who hate their jobs, who hate their lives, who have to “wake and bake” to face the world. Ease their psychic pain from having to go to a meaningless job that makes them feel worthless and unappreciated. And we, the general public that isn’t high, that isn’t smoking up at 7AM as soon as we awaken, we have to put up with dealing with these people that are high all day. Get this, it is a given by percentage that if you smell pot the minute you wake and go into the streets in the morning, that the bus driver could be high, the subway conductor, the policeman, those in a position that need clarity. Not to be high.

This is the world where we find ourselves living in America in 2026.

Emotional support service animals and everyone on SSRI’s, smoking pot daily, in the morning mind you, an entire nation of weak, feeble, emotionally insecure individuals everywhere.

What have you Baby Boomers done? What have your wrought? What kind of children did you all raise? How coddled are these two younger generations?

Everyone who railed against participation trophies was right. We have an entire nation of “my little pony” adults. One was just MKUltra mind-fucked into taking the blame for shooting Charlie Kirk.

Someone, anyone, please, tell me how a grown adult woman could expect to walk an emotional support service animal into work with them and into an OR? How?

How do we expect a nation of pot heads to be productive? Would someone throwing down three shots of Jack Daniels before exiting the door to get the subway to work be considered capable, able to work their best for the day?

The Baby Boomer generation infantilized two entire generations.

Have you been to an airport? Everyone under thirty is in their pajamas boarding an airplane. Have you been to DisneyWorld of late? Half the crowd is grown adults in Mickey ears. And almost every one of them obese. There is a definite correlation, this can be seen through observation.

Disney is for kids, little kids, toddlers to be exact. The ones who see Pooh Bear wander into the Disney breakfast and believe. Who get to meet Mickey and Minnie as they swallow their overpriced mouse shaped waffle and believe. Who whip out the autograph book for a signature because in their tiny sweet little brain all of this is real, the “magic” is real. A thirty-five year old single woman and her over-weight friends in full Mickey regalia, ears and all, I’m sorry, they’ve been infantilized, emotionally retarded, they need to grow up, pretend needs to be over by twelve. These Disney adults, they need mental help, they need to mature, and fast.

If you wake up in the morning and reach for the pipe, the SSRI, or the leash, you’ve become co-dependent, you are incapable of functioning as a full, stand-alone human.

And that should worry you about yourself.

If you recognize this behavior in your own child, that should be worrisome to you as well. You’ve failed.

I can’t imagine raising my daughter to full grown adult, sending her out into the real world, and having her expect to take a dog into the operating room theater at a hospital.

That isn’t a nursing candidate, that is a mental patient.

And I believe at this time we have two entire generations of mental patients.

SSRI use alone gives indication we’ve weakened as a nation. What the Hell has happened to us all, especially on the West Coast, where they are “transing” their own children. I can’t imagine their ancestors making the difficult trip West in the covered wagon. I can’t imagine their ancestors leaving the dust bowl of Oklahoma in a beat up truck, every possession in tow, and heading out into the unknown. And such hardened people creating such a weak future generations.

These two younger generations you’ve all raised don’t even know where the jack and spare tire are in the car you gave them, how on earth could they climb into a covered wagon and make it in a distance past the first stop sign down the street?

I read recently where twenty percent of American women in their early twenties are either on Only Fans, or have considered opening an account. Twenty percent. Do these women fully understand the life-long consequences of soft pornography as an online history? Are they so weak they can’t get a job that requires real effort, a real brain challenge, actually manual labor of some sort, and not resort to selling their mild good looks and dignity?

Work ethic in America is dead. Gone. Outsourced to the third world, and third world people who decided to walk across our border illegally.

We’ve bred a nation of the soft. And soft minded.

Perhaps the biggest indicator of this is the explosion of Ozempic on the scene. Why do the hard labor and hard lifting of attempting to lose weight, when you can just take a pill?

Excuse me, did you see that photo of Ozzie Osbourne’s daughter Kelly recently? She looks like a freak. Emaciated, her cheeks sunken, her skin looks awful, she looks like an ambulatory corpse. Who in their right mind would take that drug?

Get up off the sofa and stop streaming, stop looking at “X”, or Tik Tok, jog, walk, get to a gym. Taking a pill is not the answer. Even some that I admire have succumbed to this “easy way out”. You can tell Megyn Kelly is taking Ozempic, these women get a drawn, banana shape to their face, the cheek bones become more obvious, the cheek fat is the first to go. The chin begins to jut out. They begin to look freakish, skeletal.

If these are the short term results of taking Ozempic I can’t imagine the long-term consequences.

But this defines us all today in America. No one wants to do the hard lifting.

They want to seek an answer in a pill. Can’t focus, Adderal. Can’t deal with a low paying menial job, smoke a bowl. Can’t cope with life, carry an emotional support service animal at all times.

I get it, life is hard. Life is a challenge. There are ups, and downs. Life is a struggle. Happiness is a goal to achieve, not a natural state of being.

Our nation cannot and will not survive on a people so weakened.

Depression is not a state that propels to success. Malaise does not lead to achievement.

Baby Boomers, what have you wrought?

Two generations of losers. Incapable of self support and standing. An entire nation of the infantilized. Two entire generations of people living in America that are either 38 going on 12, or 28 going on 12.

What the fuck is a Labubu but an adult my little pony?

What are the odds this Summer that I put our most precious possession in the world, the grandchildren, on the kiddie rides at the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware and the kid in charge and operating the tilt-a-whirl is high as a kite?

Him having wake and baked, and continued to smoke all day? At this point I’d give odds on him being sober at maybe 20%. Under the influence of something? 80%. And somehow I’m going to stick my grandchildren on a rusted ride from the ever-present ocean saltwater, under the control button hand of this early twenties drug addled lunatic, whether that drug be an SSRI, or pot, and watch as the ride takes my precious second generation up in the air and around.

I think the one in that story that is truly insane is me. Entrusting my most treasured possession to drug addled lunatics and a ride that is in desperate need of servicing.

America, you’ve lost your mind. Completely.

What is the saying that has become so popular? Hard times make tough men. Tough men make easy times. Easy times make weak men.

Well, we’ve entered a time of all weak, all the time.

I didn’t ask, but I’m betting that girl that got the nursing job, that walked into the OR expecting to take her emotional support service dog? I’d bet real money she has a Labubu on her backpack. And one of those oversized metal water drink containers ever-present. Two signs of true mental behavior.

Metal water drink containers. I could write an entire column on my disgust of those becoming a necessary accessory. Holy Shit. They’ve become an appendage to everyone under 40.

Baby Boomers, what have you wrought? How badly did you fail your parental trust?

I’d say completely. In total.

We won’t survive as a nation as we’ve always been known if the toddlers I’m taking to the boardwalk turn out like these two generations that now exist in America.

These two generations are going to create the hard times that make the next generation the tough one. I hope China doesn’t notice the dip, and decide on world domination before these toddlers age.

The fact I had to type the word Labubu, and you didn’t have to look it up, says it all.