To be honest, if we assume a fair chance of serious unrest in the next generation or so, it really calls into question the idea of having children. I mean, how goddamn selfish to bring someone into the world for your own joy, knowing full well that you'll be gone before things get ugly and they'll inherent a very unstable and dangerous world, through no fault of their own.
This doesn't even touch on the fact that obviously you're contributing to the over-population thing.
This is going to sound extremely fascist, but sometimes it's really nauseating how we seem to take this right to spread around our DNA through offspring as such an inherent right. Yeah yeah, I know, I won't understand unless I actually have kids, I don't get it, bundle of joy and all that. Sorry folks, I have to maintain the position that your mini-me is no more a unique snowflake than anyone else's. In fact, sadly, they're probably destined to be plowed to the side of the road and mixed in with a bunch of dirty grime from the pavement.
Dear god I'm being pessimistic. I need a drink. Ah, I've already had one, excellent.