National Procreation Day (cont'nd)

It would be the duty of every citizen to "give it their all" for the good America's future. It would be your duty damn it, your duty! Even the weirdo's, grosso's, fatso's, and the freakishly hideous would have a sporting chance. Think of it as a holiday you'd be eager to celebrate; akin to those desperate last moments of your life. How else would you want to spend that time other than going out with a bang?

As the years go by, this annual holiday would give the U.S. all of the little rugrats that it will need to someday pay and reconstitute a sagging Social Security system. We'll grow our way out of the looming Social Security crisis. The government for generations to come will be able to keep dipping their corrupt hands into the Social Security Fund, all because of our newly found holiday. We won't have to worry about worker-to-retiree ratios anymore, or how much money is in the fund. When there are enough of the little buggers born, then we could curtail the program or give out condoms. No need to cut benefits, or raise premiums. Heck we could probably lower the cost to each of us.

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This is after all the country that gave us the sexual revolution, the pill, Madonna, Brittany Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton and a cast of Hollywood tramps dedicated to flaunting the human form; especially without underpants.

The years that October 4th would fall on a Wednesday would give new meaning to the phrase "Hump Day". In any event the only way to traverse the ills of this country is through a national procreation day. Grow, grow, grow should be our chant. That is the same tune sung by many women any night of the week in most married person's bedrooms around the country. The guy's part of the process is like that of the blind man on the corner, only there's no cup, no pencils; just an equal amount of begging. In a few years I'm sure the day destined to be the happiest of all holidays will carry it's own slogan; something like "National Procreation Day, America's favorite F-ing holiday!". nth.

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