  I got this from a friend recently and I felt the need to clarify my stance on rug rats lest I be tarred and feathered by the PTA… Judging by your blog, which I check out almost daily, you are on a quest for a wife, but your ranting about children might be turning off a great deal of women. If I didn't know you, I'd think you don't want children of your own much less somebody else's children. You know, there are some awesome single moms out there that you might not be able to reach because of it. Okay, this is the deal: It's not that I hate kids, it’s that I hate bad parents. I take note of parents who have unruly, uncivilized kids, but I also take particular notice of parents who have intelligent, well-behaved, well-adjusted children. They do exist. I've seen them. At least three so far in the past ten years. Basically what I do is observe parents to see what they're doing right (or wrong) and learn what I can, because if I do ever have children I DON'T WANT TO FUCK THEM UP. Parenting is the most important human undertaking on the planet, and I take it very, very seriously.
I realize that all parents make mistakes, but I couldn't live with myself if I knew that I had seriously damaged another human being that I supposedly cared about more than my own life. Lastly, readers of my blog should appreciate the humor in my writing. No one could be as out-fucking-rageous as I am and be totally serious unless he was a drooling psychopath, and I don’t drool. At least not very much. So if any single women (with or without children) who might read my blog don't get or don't like my particular twisted sense of humor, then piss off.
We aren't compatible, and you should feel free to move on, marry some fat, boring, loser suburbanite who will be a lousy parent and an even worse lover, and raise fifteen semi-sociopathic children who will give you both nothing but grief. Have a great life and venture forth with my blessing. Capisce? 
