The more things change, the more they stay the same.
First it was construction noise, now it's traffic noise.
You must have the hearing of a bat, fatso. Either that or the walls of your hovel are made of Kleenex. Sorry, facial tissues. Wouldn't want you writing Kimberly-Clark complaining that I'm misusing their trademark.
Now "Hallburn" trots out his old Walmart blog again.
"Our son is 27 months old today. Not once has he been able to enjoy our front yard without excessive noise."
Let me fix that for you, douchebag:
"Not once has he been able to enjoy our front yard without
excessive noise his Daddy bitching and whining."
And this one:
"Today, in his own little way, he decides to fight back. the boy has had enough. So he screams at the loud cars and pounds on the storm door. Out of the mouth of a babe, he tells the world that WALMART'S CUSTOMERS ARE TOO NOISY FOR A NEIGHBORHOOD! It's a priceless site. Not only for his anger but for how sad it is that a toddler is so angry at the STUPIDITY OF SILLY SCOTTY EDWARDS, GARY WALTON, and the OTHER MORONS THAT PUT A WALMART IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!"
You know what's really sad, lardass? He's behaving this way because of YOU.
Children are a reflection of what they hear. Your piss poor attitude about life has already warped this poor little boy's brain. The shallow gene pool is bad enough. He's constantly bombarded by your insane rantings.
He's not angry, he has no idea what he's saying. He's just repeating what Daddy is constantly raving about.
Kids don't give a shit if it's noisy. They're happy to play anywhere.
They built I-64 at the edge of my backyard when I was a kid and my old man never bitched about it. Neither did anyone else. Was it noisier? Sure. But we weren't whackjobs that complained about it. We were thankful that we had a nice house to live in and a new road that didn't take half a day to get to Charleston on. We played the same as we always did.
Funny though, that there's a tire swing, a slide and what looks like a playhouse in a yard that he hasn't been able to enjoy.
And a chair to sit in.
What kind of cruel bastard puts toys out and then tells a child that he can't have fun because it's too noisy?
Plus, I've seen him and his mother playing in the driveway and they were having a great time. Of course Dad wasn't around so maybe that's why.
Don't be surprised to see this headline in a few years:
Run Son. Take your Mommy with you.