Caillou Must Die
If you have kids or grandkids, chances are you’ve been subjected to that insufferable little snot Caillou, the star of a self-titled children’s animated nightmare-of-a-program. We bear unwilling witness as the little bastard flits from self-induced crisis to self-induced crisis, whining incessantly through every tortuous episode.
And as if that bald, vile turd wasn’t punishment enough, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mellow-Milquetoast, address all of Caillou’s demands, no matter how obnoxious, with a sing-songy cadence that hints at some excellent weed connects.
And who could blame them if they chose a stoned stupor? I’d be carrying a flask and a one-hitter everywhere I went if I was subjected that that annoying little dick every day of my life.
But that still doesn’t excuse their lazy parenting. They give this incorrigible schmuck everything he pouts over and then unleash him out in the real world like some whiney-ass virus. They need to grow some gonads and send that bad-tempered little botched abortion to his damn ROOM instead of fawning over his every dramatic sniffle.
While our kids sit mesmerized and we pray for a conveniently-timed 22-minute coma, The off-camera old…
