Who Gives A Shit: BALLER Kenpo Rights?

As well all know, BREEDERS are annoying. In addition to taking over all bars and restaurants in Park Slope, all sidewalks, all parks, and all parking spots, now BREEDERS are insisting that we all get fat. Behold this sad story from a childfree FIPS reader:

"My street and building in South Park Slope used to be mainly artists and minorities. It was a nice quiet life for nearly 4 years. Then in the last six months we've been invaded. My entire building has become a house of horrors: crying babies, yippy dogs and pretentious parents. We're surrounded on all sides.

Our walls and floors are thin so the wails often wake us. The barking dogs constantly scare the shit out of us in our comings and goings. Yet we've never complained to anyone but ourselves. We understand that this is life when you live in an apartment building.

Then this morning, I’m doing Kenpo, a form of kickboxing, on a mat in my office as I do most mornings. In the middle of my workout, I get a knock at the door. It's our downstairs neighbor who's sporting a fucking cap like Christian Bale in Newsies, it's obviously his thing as I've never seen him without it.

He says, “You know you are shaking the ceiling and the chandelier right over my BABY'S crib. Can you stop?”  I'm stunned.  My first thought is who has a chandelier over a babies crib?

 “Are you trying to tell me what I should do in my own home?” I say with an indignant smile. Since I was just 'grab, pull, punching' imaginary dudes, I have a hard time not wasting him.

“No, but maybe you can use a mat, thanks." Speechless because I do use a mat, all I can do is slam the door.

Am I crazy to think I'm in the right and this is completely fucked? I've been doing this every morning for four years and just because the breeders moved in and choose to put the nursery right below me I have to stop?

Now it will always be in the back of my mind that I’m like this elephant shaking down the ceiling on their precious baby. Even if I say, fuck it, I will always have that self conscious feeling under the bravado. If I can’t take it it's back to the gym, marking the end of saving dough with the home workout.

This is what happens when these entitled parents play the baby card. They use it like currency. If I don’t fold to the baby card then I’m a huge asshole.  But I can’t believe it was just used on me to change what I do in my own home! It just goes too far. Now their baby affects my life more than just on a sonic level and there is nothing I can do about it but move.

If I can take the pressure, at least now I'll have a new face in my mind to hook/uppercut when I’m shaking the chandelier down on their heads."

What do you think guys? Kenpo or Kenpoo? Baby trumps everything?