I know right? I read it when I woke up and thought I had to be fucking dreaming or something, hence the angry comment and quick retreat to mull it all over in my head.
I was wondering how long it would take for some of the newly-minted fake-lefty ally squad to slip up, and now I know.
I was already seething after a comment on one of yesterday's posts saying "When people say they were good kids because they were disciplined, they mean they were abused. Now they're all bitter and angry about it because some kids aren't beaten"
Whoa, back up that pony, abused kids that grow up don't look back fondly on their childhoods y'say? It never even crosses their feeble little minds that the very reason some people choose to not have children is because of that abuse and trauma. Hell, maybe some of those former abused children feel that they couldn't trust themselves to make the right decisions for a future child, because they have no idea what 'normal' childhood is themselves. I'd really love some of those posters to take a sabbaticsl, courtesy of a snooker ball in a sock around the head. SAdly I cannot yet do that over internet protocol. HMPH!
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Date: 2009-12-18 02:55 am (UTC)I was wondering how long it would take for some of the newly-minted fake-lefty ally squad to slip up, and now I know.
I was already seething after a comment on one of yesterday's posts saying "When people say they were good kids because they were disciplined, they mean they were abused. Now they're all bitter and angry about it because some kids aren't beaten"
Whoa, back up that pony, abused kids that grow up don't look back fondly on their childhoods y'say? It never even crosses their feeble little minds that the very reason some people choose to not have children is because of that abuse and trauma. Hell, maybe some of those former abused children feel that they couldn't trust themselves to make the right decisions for a future child, because they have no idea what 'normal' childhood is themselves. I'd really love some of those posters to take a sabbaticsl, courtesy of a snooker ball in a sock around the head. SAdly I cannot yet do that over internet protocol. HMPH!