Give me your children - The Ultimate Psy-Op Contest

in #psyop-contest6 years ago (edited)

When he entered 3rd grade, Timmy decided he wouldn't eat bread anymore. Fact is, he was a bit heavy. Nonsense, it's just baby fat, nana would say.
Mom did not object to his decision, but still she wanted to know why.
'Miss Clarke says it's not healthy and makes us stupid', the boy explained.

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Miss Clarke was, of course, his 3rd grade teacher and the kids adored her.
The no bread policy was not much of a problem, except on Saturdays, when he went to football practice and had to bring a snack for the 11 o'clock break. They decided a protein bar and a fruit would do.
Well, most times, Mom would find the apple untouched in its plastic bag.
'Kids...' she thought.
Soon, Timmy wouldn't have anything else for breakfast, except for protein bars. Mom wasn't happy about it, but it was a relief not to bother with breakfast as the twins were always cranky in the morning and she was under a lot of stress having to change and feed both of them at the same time.

When he entered 4th grade, Timmy started taking homework seriously. He'd spend hours in his room studying. Mom was very proud of him. Such a smart boy, this kid is going places, she said to herself. True, she had only a vague idea of what he was learning as everything was done on the school-issued iPad.
She was secretly relieved Timmy was so dedicated to his homework as he spent little time in the living room and he'd got rid of that nasty habit of annoying his twin sisters.
A few times he found him fast asleep with the iPpad besides him and she guessed he might be spending time online with his friends, but didn't make a fuss about it.
'Kids...'

In 6th grade, Timmy was invited to join the debate club at his new school. Mom was a bit surprised as he wasn't much of a talker. He did plead convincingly for the stuff on his Christmas list or for that school camp which cost a blasting $1500, but both parents agreed he was a good kid and deserved some fun.
The debate club was on Friday afternoon so he only got home after six. Mom was a bit worried. Such a long day for a child, but Timmy was happy. Plus, this meant she could take the twins to 'Story time' at the library and be home in time to have dinner waiting for him.

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In 7th grade, Timmy volunteered for the 'Kids for world peace' initiative. He even said he'd give the $10 monthly donation out of his own pocket money, but Mom wouldn't hear of it. Such a sweet kid, she thought.
This new group met on Saturday, after the football practice, which kind of ruined the whole day for the family, as they couldn't go out together anymore. Twice a month they used to take the kids to see nana.
'Go on without me. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me.'
True, Timmy was a good responsible boy. And, anyway, they had to be back by nine to put the twins to sleep.
Dad was a bit upset when Timmy announced he won't be going to the shooting range with him anymore as peace activists weren't supposed to be anywhere near guns. Mom was secretly pleased, as she was scared of guns herself. She knew how to shoot, but she preferred her own kids to stay way from guns.

By the time he entered high-school, they barely saw Timmy anymore. Always busy with his clubs and meetings.
He still went to football practice although he remained chubby and rarely made the team, as he was too slow. But he loved being with his mates.
Mom was a bit concerned with his weight, but she dared not mention it outright. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. She's spent most of her life on one diet or another, but looking at her son she felt she understood what people meant by fat-shaming being a bad thing.
Dad was a bit worried the boy might have a hard time finding a girlfriend. He was a teenager after all.
'He's a bright boy, he has plenty of friends. He'll be fine', Mom thought
She was afraid to suggest dressing up a bit. She really didn't like the drab clothes he was wearing, but expected he'd grow out of this phase.
'Kids..'

During his senior year, Timmy barely spoke to them. Always out with his friends, always at one of his group meetings.
Sure, they weren't worried about college. Not with his good grades. All the teachers loved him and spoke well of him.
He'd finally given up on sports. Still chubby. Still eating fancy bars or supposedly organic meals at a place downtown where he'd hang out with his buddies.
One thing she was glad though was that Timmy and the twins had developed a nice relationship. He seemed happy to play big brother and mentor his sisters. He'd even got them to sign up to the Peace initiative of his. After all these years, she wasn't quite sure what it was all about. Something about collecting clothes and food for the needy.

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One morning Dad ventured to mention his weird clothes.
'What's with these damn clothes, son? You look like a commie!'
That was the first time, Timmy was rude to his parents.
'Mind your fucking business, old man!'
Followed by the slamming of the door on his way out.
Timmy never apologized and Dad let it slide. Maybe he should have been more tactful around a teenager. And he's under pressure with tests. He'll grow out of it.
'Kids..'
They'd always assumed he'd go to law school. He was so passionate about justice and helping people. But Timmy had changed his mind. He was going to take up social studies, race inequalities in the modern world, to be specific.
'How are you going to make money out of it?'
That time Dad was the one to raise his voice, but he was fed up with the boy's arrogance and the contempt in his eyes – all his demeanor made it clear he hated spending time under that roof.
Things were very tense after the argument that night. They were relieved when Timmy left for college.

When the new school year started, Dad wouldn't allow the girls to go to the Peace group anymore. Or any other group.
And Mom took them to the store to buy decent clothes.
'I won't have you walking around like some sexless freaks'.

Thanks for reading

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A great story chronicling the making of an SJW by an insipid system of propaganda. I like it @ladyrebecca

Really good stuff! Love it.

Wow! Life story type stuff - I'm still not sure if it really starts with bread, but its definitely in the schools!

Earn that upvote, you did! I'm glad the whole experience taught the parents they needed to become engaged with their children instead of letting them just, well, exist.

It's complicated, nowadays, as terrible people represent "the good in society" for many, while the truly responsible, progress-minded people are satanized for speaking the truth instead of submitting to PC culture.

Great post. Competition seems tough!

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