Editor’s Note
This article is the darkest, most mirthless of satire and mockery. It brings a harsh critique to ill-begotten policies of the self-congratulating few who hold in their dark hearts that public posturing is what will make their Christ God award them. However, read no further if you’re looking for satire in the form of jovial laughter or to spruce up an already pleasant mood.
The voices of the lost are not told in bouts of cheery merriment, entwined with warm cups of sugared brews, but are to be told as when stale bread is a feast to those unaware of their famine. Who better to speak for the lost, the forgotten, the broken, or the missing, when they can’t speak for themselves, than a group of misfit outcasts.
The Greek comedies are stories where the low raise themselves high, nigh by the tale’s completion. Tragedies are told of the high brought low. I cannot say if this then is both Comedy and Tragedy, or neither. In this broken home our heroine starts low and journeys only to end low, where evil preys on the corruptible and the corrupted.
Imagine a land, like your own, where crops of newborns are often raised well. They are loved and cared for, fed and minded. But, what of those who fall through the minder’s senses and land in the arms of wicked? What of the mother, knowing her child will be born to misery? How can she bring relief when her world is but only suffering? Imagine then, that this land, having so much love, is also cursed by the self-involved mania of religious fervor that forces children born to misery, to suffering, to early graves, uncaring homes, or… worse.
Imagine being sentenced to a life of existence.
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This is going to be a hilarious post. Hilarious! We’re going to laugh ALL the fucking time because of just how funny life is. Like, wow. But look, I don’t have much time. I only have fifteen minutes before my 3 o’clock raping by my drunk step dad. He’s cleaning his gun now.
I was born in a state where abortion is outlawed. To all you evangelical Christians out there that made sure my mom couldn’t have an abortion, oh wow! Thanks!! She is definitely a drug addict now and also getting abused by my step dad. She tried to abort me but… she couldn’t!
So, I just want to say Thanks to all you dickheads out there that sentenced me to life in hell.
I could’ve been aborted! I could’ve avoided a lifetime of suffering, of abuse, depression, drug abuse, addiction. Oh, and rape. I could’ve avoided rape. Just imagine, I could’ve peacefully passed away asleep in the womb with not enough brain or development to realize anything was wrong. My whole, short life could’ve been spent in warmth and safety. That would’ve been a dream.
So thanks evangelicals! Instead of a brief existence in warmth and peace, my life literally is spent being tortured. I am powerless, and tortured, brutalized, beaten, degraded, malnourished and raped. And it was all preventable.
You won’t outlaw guns or alcohol, but for morality you outlaw abortion. I’ll be sure to thank Jesus while I’m being raped, at gun point, by a drunk mad man, that at least we live in a free society where people can drink, have guns, and rape their way into more sex slaves. Y’know, when you come to think of it, I’ve become a legally mandated sex slave. My mom didn’t get much right, but she did think aborting me from life BEFORE joining her misery was the right thing to do. She was right, too!
Where was your God then? Where is your God now to smite my enemy? Why does your God want me to get raped? To make sure justice is served, I’m calling on God to make sure that everyone who voted to outlaw abortion gets raped, with a gun to their heads, for thirteen years. But hurry up, because I’m about to turn fourteen and then, if God is good, he’ll add another year. But that won’t happen. No one is here to protect me. Your God means nothing.
But it gets worse! Even if my attacker is murdered or dies right now I’ll still have the rest of my life to figure out how to get over nightmares and anxiety and depression and suicidal ideation. Because I don’t want to live like this. This life is not worth living. It’s hell.
At best, my social maladaption will leave me an outcast from most people. However, children who are tortured become torturers. So not only will life be miserable but apparently I’ll also be torturing others and spreading this sickness. Then I’ll end up in jail, imprisoned from birth to death, and the exact cost my burden of existence on your society will be incalculable.
But since you don’t care, right now, that my step dad rapes me at gun point, I think when I grow up I’ll like an assassin. That will be fun. I’ll be an avenging angel. Oh, and everyone who ever voted to restrict abortion and voted to enslave newborns into existences of suffering and sexual abuse, does your God enjoy the rape of children? I don’t think so, but maybe you don’t follow Jesus anymore.
Pat Benatar knew, Hell is for Children. <Link in new tab>
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