Every kid has read Shel Siverstein's "The Giving Tree" at some point during the youth. I remember when I first read it I was genuinely touched by the book and it made me think of how true friendship isn't one where you expect to receive what you put into it, but rather one where you're okay giving without any reciprocation.
The book was sweet and most certainly tinged with an air of melancholy. I remember thinking this even as a first grader.
But now when I read the book I'm not struck so much by how sweet and giving the tree was, but rather by how much of a bastard that kid was.
I mean let me get this straight...he cut his f'n tree down to build a house and then when he was old and alone he used the stump as a chair? What the fuck?
Do you realize how jacked up that is? That's like parading around the corpse of a friend ... This kid shouldn't be celebrated in a sweet, touching book... he should be jeered and mocked in Page 6 exposes.
Happy muthah fuckin' Holidays.
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