As a member in good standing of the wonderfully enlightening website of estranged parents, I would like to be firmly on record against that last disrespectful and frankly rude post. The thought of you comparing my beloved friend's and partners in prayer and life's rejoicing, to mindless zombie robots, shocks and appalls me. And the callous, yes I said it, callous way in which you refer to my soul mates and companions on this journey we call life, does a disservice to all self respecting Christians. And it does a disservice to many Jews and most of the Quakers.
But don't push it Buddhist's and you Muslims need to keep moving there. We're watching you.
I do pray for you and other godless heathens like you that so flagrantly disregard the fifth commandment, and you can rest assured that all will be like it should be when Jesus takes us god fearing folk away and castes you into the lake of ever lasting fire.
We will all go to heaven and you will go to (pardon my french) h-e-double hockey sticks. And even if our lord and savior Jesus Christ allows you into our promised land, you can be sure that we will be separated by barbed wire fences and barking German Shepard's.
We here at DS are all partners on this estrangement journey. We carry each other along the path. When one lags behind, we go back to make sure they have not broken a heel. And when you grubby bastards who had it all handed to you on a silver platter and still were not happy, and you make me feel bad, I picture the bad thoughts as an e-mail and hit delete delete delete! Sometimes it is not easy. The bad thoughts have a comforting feel. They creep in and make themselves at home.
Sometimes I put the thoughts of you bad bad people in a BIG basket and attach lots and lots of balloons... Then let it go up into the sky. Off to god. I have to do this a lot some days. Other times I am too busy riding my motorcycle, kayaking, or skydiving. I have also started a network of members who capture and decode foreign satellite transmissions from commie nations to keep this god fearing country safe from enemy attack.
I have diverted the negative thoughts and energy my so called off spring have put on me, and I have built a particle accelerator in my garage and am creating new elements by bombarding isotopes such as calcium-50 with plutonium-248 to create flerovium-298.
Just any old thing to make me not think of all the heart ache and confusion that raising an ungrateful bastard brings me.
I now have little time to waste thinking about that bastard I gave life to.