Fine, Jaspie, you've made yer point. I don't own my kids. There it is again: my kids. What the hell am I supposed to call them: the-children-I-gave-birth-to-and-over-whom-I-have-temporary-parental-custody?
'My' kids is easier. And you know what I mean. So stop splitting hairs.
*raspberry*
Errrrr.....Saggie pubic's ruffle me feathers, sweetness and light....Our children btw...very liberal...like Our Kind and Our World!
Now then, have you tried them new Strappleberry Juicyfruit's (wriggleys gum)?
New religion I reckon...God Strappleberry...very yummy....our children will adore em and our dentist will become very weathy!
My favourite was always Bubble Yum. Just doesn't taste the same anymore: the flavours are too complicated. What happened to plain ol' grape or strawberry?!
Like I said: what a crock of shit, AG! They are a part of your own design during gestation only....like parasites! But they own themselves the instant their lungs fill with air and that ugly cord is cut!
You make nothing.....and you only rent space in more way than one..full stop!
If one is as spiritually free as one claims to be, AG, then one could never claim to own another life, at any stage...That's called slavery, and religion promotes both it and infanticide!
ALL RELIGION IS PITY in love with itself.... EMPATHY takes no part in either because it can't nor won't!
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