Exactly the reason why I became “non religious” and escaped the Catholic church at our local Irish parish located at the heart of a whale’s vigina according to the internet.
All kids at church are tired of going to Church and stand there looking at their parents be fucking retarded singing all those stupid things. The real reason the parents are there is because their parents did the same thing and because when you become a parent you learn about life real good real quick. When you miss work and can’t feed your kids you feel like a total piece of shit. I by myself could easily live under a bridge, but don’t do that to my kids please!..and there you are, who? Who do you as to please not punish your kids? God. But they forgot billionaires are not religious anymore. So the tradition of begging to the rich and powerful thru some kind of indirect connection to a deity is today pointless. It would serve us better to go to a Tesla factory… Or a dealership… Or a local repair shop that does teslas and beg. You can beg for 1hr or do a quick heil overlord trillionaire. Bring your kids. Offer your holes…oh dearest musky musk you may penetrate me thru the mouth today and I would be ever gratefully honored. Close your eyes and believe in your begging power! It probably works better by yourself at a big facility near a hidden exit with no cameras nearby.
Anyway, don’t be religious, its stupid. And don’t bring your kids. Break the cycle.
Religious parents take the “do not abuse your child” challenge for 30 seconds:
My mom smiling at everyone as we walk into church immediately after she bent me over her knee in the parking lot for saying I didn’t want to go to church.
It just occurred to me that I’m saying the same thing as OP. We were victims of cultists.
Christianity is the religion of peace!
its a sun conure
Cheesing is a state of mental euphoria which is triggered by sniffing a cat’s urine. One common method involves positioning one’s face behind a cat.
The bible advocates beating children, so she’s on point…
Ah, the good old days of browsing the Landover Baptist Church website.
Where you could buy a T-shirt that reads: “STONE DISOBEDIENT CHILDREN.”
I’m sure that would work, but giving weed to people who are still developing is not acceptable, even for religious purposes.
I think they meant having rocks thrown at you. Not to be confused with weed, though having rocks thrown at you will also fuck you up.
Ah yes. As an atheist, the activity I miss the most is getting together with the community and beating children to death with rocks.
(Obvious sarcasm is obvious I hope)
Is this real? They sold that?
Having grown up around a lot of fundies, I’m not even remotely surprised.
Like, the amount of fucked up shit I heard or had said to me as a kid by my very religious family, including being told at a young age that if I didn’t stop touching things at the grocery store, my grandfather was going to rip of the arm and beat me to death with the bloody stump.
Of all the times in my life, that was definitely more than one of them.
Also, this story was repeated as nauseum over my adolescent/teen years for fuckin yucks…
Christians love their child abuse.
And other child…things
“I’ll give you something to cry about!”
Fuuuuck u
The real bullies were our parents.
My brothers, father, and students, when I was still in secondary school. That was 15-20 years ago now. Brothers don’t talk to me(one of them blocked me), one of my bullies hanged himself in the family barn, and my father still yells at me. But my mother is a saint.
And remember, if they’re whacking you with the belt and you move in reaction and they miss and hit you elsewhere on your body, it’s somehow your fault.
I dunno how I never fucking killed them.
Sunday School playground bullies!
Old but gold.
