(September 7, 2013 at 2:24 pm)John V Wrote:(September 7, 2013 at 11:20 am)Ryantology Wrote: From reading enough history (and the Bible) to know how conquering soldiers behave.Where in the Bible?
(September 7, 2013 at 2:00 am)Esquilax Wrote: Because it provides direct harm to the individual. We as a society need to prize certain individual freedoms related to our ability to choose how to live our lives, because without them... we wouldn't have freedom of choice within our lifestyle.OK, got anything that isn't completely circular?
Quote:Personal happiness is important,Another bare assertion.
Quote:This doesn't need to be handed down from god, or ordained by priests, it's simply about harm to the individual. Deprivation of liberty is harmful. That's why kidnap victims don't like their kidnappers.So far it seems it does need to be handed down from god, as you're unable to articulate a reason that isn't an obvious fallacy.
Well number 31 has the joung girls put up as plunder for moses army.
And there is a another far reaching effect of slavery in addition to what ryantology and other have mentioned. It destroys the slaverhoders economy, because the practice increases slaves become more common and cheaper and it quickly becomes a cheap replace for hired men and with that joblessness soars and people either starve or go on the government cheque, for the reason it makes in impossible for argrarian cultures to advance.
By the way, god never comdemns slavery, or the rape of girls by the isrealites in times of war.
However the fact that you need god to tell you what is right and wrong instead of emplathy, well I mean this as honesty and not a ad hominem, It really makes me question your moral character.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
