Let's Sue Nadya Suleman's Doctor

I don't care when, where or how Nadya Suleman satisfies her desire to procreate. That's between her, her maker and that half-witted doctor. The only time I care is when it comes time to paying the bills. That's when my pain begins.

While some people do love kids, for others, the whole thing has become a giant Publisher's Baby Clearinghouse where the parents are the guaranteed winners while John and Jeanette Q. Public winds up paying the bill.

If I leaned that way, I would have had a daycare center full of kids myself. First off, they are a tax write off, and if a family qualifies, they can get money for rent, a monthly check, food stamps and medical care just to name a few perks (cha-cha-cha-ching). Which explains why some people become foster parents. At $500.00 per child, they let five, six or seven kids into their homes and castles and collect $3,500.00/ month in the process, while the rest of us slave away and support them.

Yet money doesn't appear to be a motive for Ms. Suleman who has said she loves kids. But if she feels that strongly about them, then she should at least find a way to support them rather than popping out several at once while allowing John and Jeanette Q. Public to pay for everything and her mother to provide shelter, although this woman, the only sane and rational person in the whole mess, has threatened to leave.

Add all the Nadya Sulemans of the world to all the bad home loans and therein lies an explanation for our current economic catastrophe.