You know what I hate? I hate that somewhere in America, some television executive decided to make a family "famous" just because they had over 15 children (19 and counting, to be exact, but you will have to find your own link and photos--I refuse).
I hate that they decided to glorify a man and a woman not for their intellectual gifts (they did not cure anything), their artistic talents, but for their ability to join egg and sperm enough times to add 19 children to the planet.
I hate that Americans watched said program, and the family became even more famous for having way too many children (and don't argue with me on this fact--our world cannot sustain the beings we have here--it's criminal to encourage people to have a "quiverfull"). I'm certain their celebrity for having unprotected sex over and over and over and over and over encouraged far too many others to follow their example, because...well, America made them famous, right?! I hate that Americans don't have the sense to say, "This is offensive." and turn off their damn televisions.
I hate that the overpopulating family has home-schooled every single one of those poor kids (to be clear, I know many intelligent, wonderful people who have home-schooled their children, teaching them accurate information about science, including biology), so they have no chance to learn about "good touch/bad touch" or "Just say 'no'." or anything about sex that would have allowed them to know that what their oldest brother was doing to them was WRONG.
I hate that in all likelihood, the parents were so busy procreating and dealing with numbers 8, 9, 10, and 11 that they didn't notice, nor had time to deal with the fact that their adolescent son had a fondness for younger girls. This kid needed help--real, professional help, and his parents chose the easy way out. They were too busy getting famous for their ability to have sex, and from all accounts, ignored this child. I hate it that I know about this molester because I know about his "famous" family. I hate it that I know he's a molester, and his parents chose to pray about it, instead of getting him some real help.
I hate it that another child molester was "born", and I hate it that he was allowed to destroy the lives of so many young girls. I hate it that his sisters believed they had no voice. I hate it that they were lost in the shuffle of so many kids--too many to allow their parents to have the time to give them the attention they needed. They were silenced by the crowd.
I hate it that I feel some responsibility as an American citizen who watches television--not that show!--and couldn't find a way to convince a million others to say, "This show is offensive. Stop making celebrities of this family."
And finally, I hate that this family--this monster we created--is so famous as to be able to influence politics in this country. I hate it that men, running for the highest office in our land, are standing up for this child molester, and standing by his parents, who are famous. Famous for nothing more than the ability to put a penis in a vagina.
Are you shocked by those last words? Tell me what I got wrong.
I hate it.
I hate that they decided to glorify a man and a woman not for their intellectual gifts (they did not cure anything), their artistic talents, but for their ability to join egg and sperm enough times to add 19 children to the planet.
I hate that Americans watched said program, and the family became even more famous for having way too many children (and don't argue with me on this fact--our world cannot sustain the beings we have here--it's criminal to encourage people to have a "quiverfull"). I'm certain their celebrity for having unprotected sex over and over and over and over and over encouraged far too many others to follow their example, because...well, America made them famous, right?! I hate that Americans don't have the sense to say, "This is offensive." and turn off their damn televisions.
I hate that the overpopulating family has home-schooled every single one of those poor kids (to be clear, I know many intelligent, wonderful people who have home-schooled their children, teaching them accurate information about science, including biology), so they have no chance to learn about "good touch/bad touch" or "Just say 'no'." or anything about sex that would have allowed them to know that what their oldest brother was doing to them was WRONG.
I hate that in all likelihood, the parents were so busy procreating and dealing with numbers 8, 9, 10, and 11 that they didn't notice, nor had time to deal with the fact that their adolescent son had a fondness for younger girls. This kid needed help--real, professional help, and his parents chose the easy way out. They were too busy getting famous for their ability to have sex, and from all accounts, ignored this child. I hate it that I know about this molester because I know about his "famous" family. I hate it that I know he's a molester, and his parents chose to pray about it, instead of getting him some real help.
I hate it that another child molester was "born", and I hate it that he was allowed to destroy the lives of so many young girls. I hate it that his sisters believed they had no voice. I hate it that they were lost in the shuffle of so many kids--too many to allow their parents to have the time to give them the attention they needed. They were silenced by the crowd.
I hate it that I feel some responsibility as an American citizen who watches television--not that show!--and couldn't find a way to convince a million others to say, "This show is offensive. Stop making celebrities of this family."
And finally, I hate that this family--this monster we created--is so famous as to be able to influence politics in this country. I hate it that men, running for the highest office in our land, are standing up for this child molester, and standing by his parents, who are famous. Famous for nothing more than the ability to put a penis in a vagina.
Are you shocked by those last words? Tell me what I got wrong.
I hate it.


