mole rottling

i often ask myself: how can we make the future as much like the past as possible? and i always reach the same conclusion: as we were children in the past, our children will be adults in the future. education, of course, has turned out to be a dead end. so i have turned to mole rottling. children don't see what they do. but they do what they see, slavishly imitating cars or trees. from now on, like plaxico burress, i will be a mole rottle for all the world's infants. who will join me? let us gather up moles by dozens, by thousands, and rottle them thoroughly and for a long time. rottled moles are our future.