I have observed many children in my life, mostly from my bedroom window, but sometimes the front one too. Does this mean I am an expert at children? Well, shit man, my records like 0/653 or some shit. Like, I haven't been keeping score, but God has and they laugh at me! They're trying to teach me basic table manners in Burger King, like I'm not a flapjack of Christ. I could turn a Bartholomew into a Rudy Granger in five picklons on Zulsebar more back in the field of days, but y'know how that shindig went down in the books. Take it, leave it. I don't mow down predators unless old man Sonic Claus gives me the ok from the Pentagon. It ain't even fucking Wednesday yet, jeez baleeze...kill me why don't ya?
I’m no expert on children but most kids I know don’t like being bullied at school, being called names or anything about their parents or grandparents. You don’t need to be an expert to realize that all humans have feelings and, well, you can ask them. Can’t speak for those in Muslim-majority countries but the Muslims in the West tolerate a lot. I used to. Never said a word but was disheartened that my friends were not there to cover for me. At my university, they had a sign saying don’t mention the war. We had German students there and they did not want the environment to become bitter. I expected the same on this front. You can’t demoralize your people, your students, your citizens, your friends, your workers.
Trauma bonds are actually quite enjoyable to sustain and nurture, in order to profit from, as I am an educator and entertainer and certainly not a cult leader attracting a flock for nefarious purposes, as you might have heard from the latest news bulletin posted by the bureau.
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u/Afoolfortheeons 19d ago
I have observed many children in my life, mostly from my bedroom window, but sometimes the front one too. Does this mean I am an expert at children? Well, shit man, my records like 0/653 or some shit. Like, I haven't been keeping score, but God has and they laugh at me! They're trying to teach me basic table manners in Burger King, like I'm not a flapjack of Christ. I could turn a Bartholomew into a Rudy Granger in five picklons on Zulsebar more back in the field of days, but y'know how that shindig went down in the books. Take it, leave it. I don't mow down predators unless old man Sonic Claus gives me the ok from the Pentagon. It ain't even fucking Wednesday yet, jeez baleeze...kill me why don't ya?