But both girl and boy were glad
‘Cause one kid had it worse than that.
Lyrics from a song, Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Crash Test Dummies.
They weren’t glad though. Kids are not glad at other kids pain, their prison, their oppression.
See folks, Toby Grave, it didn’t matter what was happening in my home, the homes of many friends, the absence of Paul’s parents, nothing at all compared to what was happening within the walls of the house that was Grave.
12 or so kids in the primary school class, 12 or so kids that lived their whole lives together, 12 or so kids who extended the familes of one other by 11. We were a family, Alvie Primary School was the best of the best families. A family which Toby Grave was forbidden to participate in.
He was not allowed to play sport, not even lunch time football and cricket with his brothers and sisters.
Birthday parties, weekend sport, Christmas, Easter, school camps, holidays together, hide and seek in the farmer’s hay sheds, chilling out at the top of big trees watching the world from the top of the world. All of us there together, all of us with the exception of Toby Grave.
Occasionally, very occasionally, we could visit Toby and Toby could visit us, once per year at our place and once per year at his house, the terms of visitation were very strict.
Yeah, buddies, one kid had it worse than all of my that, a hell, a prison, an oppressive fortress which stopped that kid from experiencing any version of being a kid. Fuck you broke my heart Toby Grave, still do buddy, because I love you with the whole thing and despise what your radical religous cunts of parents entirely took from you.
My Dad, he took most of it but not all of it, yeah, one kid had it much fucking worse that that, one kid never ever had any understanding of any heading or subtitle that is child.
Fuck what you stole from my good mate Jehovah’s Witness cunts, all religous cunts and what you do to your kids, my mates, yeah this topic is personal from the start of my starting. Jehovah’s Witness folk I despise you from the being of my being’s being.
Let’s continue to talk you religion.
A protest
Also sent to half a dozen to a dozen religious organisations of varying ignorance systems.
Dear Tuggeranong City Council,
I write today to ensure my objection to the religious groups spreading and preaching ignorance openly is heard. All of them.
It is extremely offensive, sickly so, that we are continuing to allow this ignorance, which it is and cannot be argued; the very definition of belief is ignorance.
Moreso, it is a perfect representation of Australia and Australian people, supporting, allowing, fighting, protesting, bashing, killing eachother in war over something that is less than a guess. Yet, I am not allowed to point out this basic ignorance, I am not allowed to respond to their rubbish with you are every war in this world, and/or, no, I do not want to hear your rubbish, I have the capacity to use my own brain, I’ll maintain it.
I apologise to their children though, let them know they are supported, and it breaks my heart that this is the moronic they have been presented in this world as their primary examples. I’ll take my Dad thanks, he repetitively tortured me, better than what the hardcore religious do to theirs.
Then, they continue to push and press, ignoring my removal of consent, they abuse and force and try to control; these groups do this to all. Somehow continuing to think, or, yeah, of course, believe (belief – holding a position with absolutely no evidence), peace is any part of their plan.
Then, they wonder, why I then escalate the conversation to calling them mentally sick, retarded in fact, that religion is a significant and severe mental illness, which it is without doubt. Anything where you ignore the evidence in front of your eyes for something that someone’s wife’s husband’s best friend’s dog breeder thousands of years ago said is absolute sickness.
These people spread ignorance with approval, yet I’ll be screamed out for pointing out simple truth. Screamed at by masses. This is Australia, it’s Canberra, where brain cells of originality/thought/using-ones-own-brain go to die.
What these disgusting things should be replaced with is health stalls, pointing out the basics to a healthy life. Encouraging the 65% of overweight and obese people (is this not the most disgusting thing in this country, yet I am not allowed to point that out either) to move their lazy arses more and understand the shit they put into their system.
Stalls fighting to stop prioritising money over their and your fat-arse children, to start pointing the finger at the neglectful; that is both the fat parent and the parent of a fat child.
Religion is ignorance, ignoring overweight and obesity as the mental health issue of all is absolute ignorance; looking at your flabby floppiness in the mirror and letting yourself become more flop and flab is the pinnacle of mental sickness. With, the exception, of stopping people from pointing out the obvious.
This country is sick, you are sick, we are sick together. Separation is war, their is no future in it, we all know this. Unity, removing ignorance, looking in the mirror and telling the truth to yourself is the answer to this rubbish, personal responsibility.
Do you really give a fuck about the people in your space Tuggeranong? Do you really! Do you give a shit about your children? Do you really! How? Seriously, how can you say this?
How can you say this when you are the slob in the mirror looking back at you? You and your kids are stuck on screens forever? You think work is sitting on your arse all day staring at a screen rather than this being the laziest thing a human being can possibly do?
Somehow we call this work! Work, when our waistlines are reaching and going beyond 50 inches, come on guys, seriously, use your brains to think for yourself.
How can you say you care about anything, anyone, even yourself, when you won’t even admit to the most basic ignorances, won’t even look at them, won’t even look at yourself in the mirror and say you need to be a shitload better.
Be better.
Frederick Nortje