In the Spirit of Christmas, I would like to start a list of things that really really annoy the hell out of me and this family would top my list. In fact, this family is my entire list:
Their names: Joshua, Jana & John-David (twins), Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jedediah & Jeremiah (twins), Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer and their father Jim-Bob!
With child #18 in January. To quote the mom: “Tune in to our show on Saturday to find out the latest name.” (I’m betting it’s Jesus.)
They live in a 7000 sq ft house with a 2000 sq ft main floor, a computer room that looks like a well-equipped college computer lab, a sound/edit room, an indoor climbing wall, and, of course, a prayer closet.
They are, naturally, homeschooled and all play the piano and violin; the girls also play the harp.
The oldest boy, when asked about his recent marriage, said, I’m just grateful that we saved so many special things until our marriage.” (insert his smug smile here)
The mom calls her kids “The Children.” Hate that. Like fingers on a blackboard.
They base their financial decisions on “the Bible and the Financial Freedom Seminar.” (Of course, the dad is affiliated with this seminar.)
When asked for child rearing advice, the mom said, ”Always use soft words even when you’re aren’t feeling well.” (I’m thinking that if I were a sick child in that horde of kids, I would just want to say “would you all get out of my room and leave me the hell alone.” Soft words indeed.)
Another nugget: One toy at a time. Share! (exclamation point is the mom’s)
Of course, this is none of my business and they have a right to live as they please, but it’s the self-centered smug assurance that I can’t abide when they say that “they will keep having kids as long as God keeps sending us these surprises.” God…I hate that. To actually believe that they are so special that, out of the billions and billions of people on earth, this superior being would choose them to keep reproducing and reproducing and reproducing. I mean, I love my kids, but I would never presume to think that I have the right and, indeed, have been singled out to keep making more of them.
Finally, two of the boys were skateboarding on the front porch. I’m guessing that their board says, “Jesus is My Homeboy.”
www.duggarfamily.com
I’m with my mom on this one. Ick. Over-populating the dangerously over-populated Earth one “J”-named, brainwashed Chosen One at a time.
