RE: Religious child abuse
November 9, 2014 at 7:22 pm
(This post was last modified: November 9, 2014 at 7:45 pm by Violet.)
(November 5, 2014 at 11:52 am)Huggy74 Wrote: It's called child protective services...
Does the child know about it?
... Does the child care about it...
(November 5, 2014 at 3:32 pm)Huggy74 Wrote: I'm all ears on how these people can be compared to the Taliban and not have a body count.
Death is a privilege... the Taliban do not always grant this privilege.
(November 8, 2014 at 9:40 am)abaris Wrote: Wow!
Why is a book like that even allowed to be published? Don't give me free speech. please. This seems to be a guide to systematically abusing children from an early age on.
It's allowed to be published for the same reason anything else is allowed to be published... not to say that everything is published, of course. Deny it for its content all you will: it has itself done no wrong.
Believe anything you want... whether it be what you've read, what you've heard, what you've seen and yourself concluded: it is your actions, not your beliefs, that come into the court of law.
There is nothing wrong with a guide to systematically abusing children, seemingly or otherwise.
(November 9, 2014 at 12:51 am)Huggy74 Wrote: And by the way, just because you "consider" yourself to be something, does not make it true. If I "consider" myself to be President of the United States, does that make me President of the United States?
You are. Perhaps only to you, however. What is your opinion of yourself worth? Does it modify your interaction with others... with yourself?
Should a single mother believe her five year old son is hellspawn itself: it really doesn't matter what he thinks. If anyone else is to think differently, what does it matter to him? Perhaps they help him... perhaps he is ignored; forgotten. What does it matter to her? Perhaps they catch her... perhaps her abuse escapes notice; his bones lay in the basement... may they rest in peace.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day