I remember going to my first confession and trying to think of shit to "confess". I think I told the pedophile that I fought with my brother and disobeyed my parents. But now when I look back on it, I think of how stupid the whole charade was. What the hell does a seven-year-old have to confess? What's the point of the whole thing? Make me feel guilty for acting like a kid?
I wish I could go back to that time so I could "confess" that I stole pornographic magazines from the newsstand, enjoyed shooting out our neighbor's windows with my BB gun, set fires in the school bathroom, shoved firecrackers up the ass of a cat and lit them off, threatened schoolmates with a pocketknife for their lunch money, lied to my mother about why the dog really died, and that I got my 6-year old cousin to kiss me on my pee-pee.
And the best part is that the pedophile couldn't tell any of this to anyone! He'd think I was a sick little fucker but he couldn't do anything about it!
Now that would've been fun!
I wish I could go back to that time so I could "confess" that I stole pornographic magazines from the newsstand, enjoyed shooting out our neighbor's windows with my BB gun, set fires in the school bathroom, shoved firecrackers up the ass of a cat and lit them off, threatened schoolmates with a pocketknife for their lunch money, lied to my mother about why the dog really died, and that I got my 6-year old cousin to kiss me on my pee-pee.
And the best part is that the pedophile couldn't tell any of this to anyone! He'd think I was a sick little fucker but he couldn't do anything about it!
Now that would've been fun!
Science flies us to the moon and stars. Religion flies us into buildings.
God allowed 200,000 people to die in an earthquake. So what makes you think he cares about YOUR problems?
God allowed 200,000 people to die in an earthquake. So what makes you think he cares about YOUR problems?
