Examples? Gladly.
We go to our nice, but smallish pool in our complex. There's a man with an ugly little girl in the pool. She's screaming. Constantly. Her grandmother or something is sitting on the opposite side of the pool from them yelling to her that everything is ok and that she's fine. Way to effectively monopolize the entirety of the pool area with your braindead family you asshat. The proper thing to do in this case would have been to hold the little bitch under the water, toss her in the compacter, and try again for a kid with a little more traction in the brain department.
We go to the farmer's market. It's as crowded as my balls in a pair of tighty whiteys. Who wouldn't put their kid in their shopping cart and out of the way? No one apparently. It would naturally make more sense (to a dullard) to just let your kid wander around and get in everyone's way, then scream at them to follow you and hare off through the aisles not even waiting to see if they heard and are in fact following you.
True, stupid children are a product of bad parents, but in this case I hate the symptom and the disease.
To close on a positive note, I love my nephews. They're not stupid.
