(June 22, 2011 at 8:03 am)Epimethean Wrote: Ah well, there's fucking, and there's fucked, and there's fucked up.
Sorry you had to go through all that, man.
I was more sorry for my son; at least we were adults and could comprehend what the government was doing. He was just a six year old taken from his parents and beaten by strangers.
He's twenty-three now, and has decided, primarily from that incident, that he will not marry nor sire children, as he feels he cannot protect them from the government. Strictly alone, no relationships.
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"Be ye not lost amongst Precept of Order." - Book of Uterus, 1:5, "Principia Discordia, or How I Found Goddess and What I Did to Her When I Found Her."