Here’s the latest story from the Austin American-Statesman:
http://www.austin360.com/aas/metro/071002/0710pastors.html
It says that Joshua Thompson was the pastor of the Spanish-speaking congregation, but not of the Capitol City Baptist Church, which is trying to distance itself from him. It also says the beating was alleged to have taken place in Caleb Thompson’s home.
Atreyu
July 10, 2002, 8:48pm
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“Well, since you don’t seem to be paying enough attention to the message of Christ’s love and mercy, we’ll just have to beat you within an inch of your life until you learn.”
Way to teach Christianity, guys.
May these fuckers rot. :mad:
This wasn’t punishment. This was assault and battery (dare I say attempted murder?) Whatever charges locks them away for a long long time in the close company of felons who KNOW they beat a child with a tree branch with not a single soap on a rope in sight.
Siege
July 10, 2002, 10:15pm
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Right now, I’m ashamed of my religion.
CJ
Good shepherds use a rod to direct and guide their sheep, not to beat them.
Un-fucking believable.
I can’t even begin to imagine what these people were thinking. This is so senseless, so unbelievably brutal and monstrous that it’s hard to find the right words to describe it.
I say spare the child and spoil the rod.
Besides, who says it has to be a real rod? Can it not be metaphorical?
And there’s a HUGE fucking difference between a thin rod and a fucking TREE branch!!!
People use that verse to justify all kinds of things:
Caution-NOT for the week-stomached.
**Guin ** that link is proof that the end is near. Dear Heaven…it reads like a tax manual, but with obscure biblical references.
Why? The “religion” of the perps is merely incidental, and reflects not a whit on any other Baptists, Christians, or theists.
Mangetout , thank you for clarifying the Bible verse in question.
Guin – right on!
From Guin ’s link:
Fairness
There is a universal tendency to try to make life fair. “You had your turn, now it is mine.†“You already have two balls and I have none, so you should be fair and share with me.†“Daddy gave Johnny one, so Suzy should get one also.â€
I’ll keep on practicing what Sesame Street taught me, thank you. I’ve got two; you’ve got none; now we both have one!
Protective parents, defending a child’s rights, create super jerks. When he doesn’t get his share of attention, time, things, or whatever, don’t cater to his selfishness by becoming gravely sympathetic and sensitive to his feelings. Lighten up and show indifference to his feelings.
Yeah, attention and time? Foolish muck, if you ask me. :barfing smiley:
Just this summer one of my younger daughters went canoeing with a visiting family…The youngest was a boy of thirteen. His mother told him to wear a lifejacket. His three, older teenage sisters were not so required. On the way to the canoe rental, the boy called his mother, complaining of the unfairness of his sisters not having to wear life jackets. The mother relented to his pitiful appeal and told him that since he had to endure the discomfort of a lifejacket, they would have to also. After all, it was only fair. As they were preparing to leave the gas station, he came out gloating over his successful appeal to fairness. And parents wonder why their children don’t like each other!
One of the girls got on the car phone and spoke to her mother about their distaste for wearing life jackets. The mother again relented and said that none of them had to wear a lifejacket. So the kid got his way after all. His mother obviously felt that he needed the jacket to insure safety, but she was forced to step back from her better judgment based on an assumption of fairness and equality.
If he had been my kid, every time he complained I would have put another lifejacket on him until he looked like a giant, orange flower floating down the river. He would have had so much buoyancy that if he had fallen in the river he would’t have gotten wet. The next time I told him to wear a lifejacket he would have put it on so fast that those watching would have looked around for a tidal wave.
Yeah, let’s not mistake a power issue for a safety issue.
Anyway, my guess is that if this really did happen, when they got to the canoe rental, life jackets were provided for everyone, and the ranger had the last word by saying “Wear it or don’t go.”
Screaming
"Question: “My three-year-old daughter often screams when she is aggravated by the other children or when she doesn’t get her way. Is this normal? Will she grow out of it?â€
Answer: It is an easy habit to break. When she starts screaming, before you find out who is at fault, without saying a word, go straight to the switch. Spank her where she stands, and then inquire concerning the problem. Explain to her that the screaming will never again be allowed. When she is convinced that screaming will never get the other children in trouble, never gain her any sympathy—only a spanking—she will cease using screaming to gain her way. You might just ignore any offense from the others when she screams; let it always be her fault.
Consistency on your part will break that habit in just a few days. Never threaten, and never show mercy. One squeak of a scream gets a switching. If you are consistent, four to eight episodes should bring it to an end."
I wish I had your chicken neck between my hands right fucking now .
And this .
A young mother of three children was playing ball when she saw her eighteen-month-old daughter being steered toward the court by a small child about five years old…The little one was not crying, but all her body language indicated she had been in distress. When she got within hollering range, the five-year-old began to explain that the little one had fallen on the ground. When the eighteen-month-old became aware that her mother was now focused on her, she began to cry in earnest…As the mother stopped playing and showed some concern, the child increased the volume of her crying. When the mother hollered to her that it was alright, that she should return to her playing, the cry then became desperate and defiant. The demand in the little voice was quite evident. It was not an “I’m hurt and in pain.†It was a “You’d better pay attention to me, or I’ll make you wish you had. The child was no longer hurting. She didn’t need medical attention. She did not cry until she saw her mother looking at her. Her crying increased as a means of enforcing her desire for attention.
This mother…left the court [and] pulled a switch from a tree. The little girl, seeing her mother’s response, suddenly diminished her crying. By the time the mother got to the child, she had stopped crying altogether. Mother made one token swat at the child and then spoke a word of exhortation, which included, “Stop crying and go back to playing.†The swat had hardly made contact and did not invoke further crying. Quite the contrary, the little girl immediately dried it up and turned to play.
But I want you to know that this is only half training. While this mother was training her daughter to stop crying, she was also training her to commence crying and wait for a rebuke—only then would she stop crying…[T]he child did, in a small measure, get her way…that little attention is sufficient to keep her whining and keep her returning for the ten seconds of attention.
I hope Jesus really loves this little girl, because Mom sure doesn’t.
Read more-I believe there’s one that suggests starting training like this:
Take an old, broken, unloaded gun and put it on the coffee table within easy reach. Every time the child reaches for it-smack him.
In other words, test him. Deliberately set up a trap.
That’s just fucking sick.
Or the one about birth control. Apparently, God hates divorce more than he hates child molestors and wife beaters. A woman ALWAYS has to give in to her husband’s sexual urges.
Plus, if you look at Meet the Pearls, you should see their picture. The guys all look like psychopaths.
This is why the Yates children perished:
Dear Pearls,
I have had 4 babies in the last 2 years. I already had 4 other young children. My husband does not share my conviction on trusting God in the area of how many babies we have. He has been very angry because I refuse any use of birth control. I feel so alone sometimes. We are under such a strain. I must admit I dread coming together. My body is shot. My 4 older children are strangers to me and very disobedient. I am so weary from being pregnant, nursing or taking care of sick kids that I don’t have anything left to give them. My husband just stays away as much as possible. I don’t even know what I am asking except, help.
M.T.
Deb answers,
The Bible clearly teaches that your husband is your head. He has the rule over you. You are to submit to him, obey him, honor him, and never usurp authority over him. I fear you have not submitted, not obeyed, and not honored. You got your “conviction†someplace other than the Bible. The Bible does not state that it is sin to use natural means to space your children, but it does state it is sin not to obey your husband. He should have the final say in birth control, unless he would employ a method that would abort a fertilized egg. It is your duty to trust God to direct your man.
Instead of your children being a blessing, they are an unwanted burden. To your husband they have become a symbol of your dishonor to him. You suffer, your children don’t have a daddy, and not much of a mother, and your marriage is failing. Go to your husband and tell him you are sorry, and humbly ask him to help you learn to honor him. When he sees your broken submission and willingness to honor his will, he will stop being so angry and, hopefully, begin to take more interest in the children.
And this is why Klebold and Harris snapped:
Dear Michael and Debi,
Our son is seven years old … Two weeks ago after an evening meeting I came around the side of the church building to find a group of five 10-13-year-old boys around our son with one of them holding my son’s neck from behind and smashing his face into the wall . The “mama bear†definitely came out in me and I jumped in. The older boys stated that our son had been jumping on them, etc. (which our son did confess to) but in retaliation our son had been ruffed up pretty badly.
Answer: Out of camaraderie, young boys will pick on older boys. The youngsters are honored when the older boys notice them. And then, it is such a challenge to test one’s mettle against a stronger opponent. It really makes a little kid feel big to bop a big guy and get away with it. If you will observe them, it is all done with laughter and great fun. But eventually the little attackers become a nuisance or maybe go too far with their ‘attacks’ and the big guys decide to teach them their place. The little guy may end up crying and tattling. If you are the parent of the big guy, you should rebuke him—lightly. If you are the parent of the little nuisance you should show no sympathy with his plight. Say something like. “Well, if you don’t want to get hurt, don’t play with the big guys.†If you sympathize with him, or if you become the head of his attack team by going on the attack yourself, you will encourage his uncontrolled behavior and you will make your son less popular, thus increasing the probability of his being the target of future attacks.
Why isn’t this fucker in jail?
During the evening, one of the little seven-year-old boys named Asher buzzed around the camp in his cut off pants…He had forgotten to bring along a belt, so his pants just rode on his hips, revealing four inches of his Fruit of the Loom. During the first hour, at least a dozen people had told him to pull his pants up. I took note that he made no effort and had actually begun to use it as a way of getting attention. So I took some cord and offered to make him a belt. To my surprise, he resisted. When I made mild forceful attempts to tie his pants up, his resistance intensified. Look out! He was getting out of the pecking order. So I forcefully held him down while I tied up his pants. When I turned him loose he immediately began to act like a boy/man. He expressed his independence and defiance by cheerfully, in a competitive manner, making an attempt to untie the cord. This was still all in fun, but as a man responsible for the upcoming male population, I treated him as I would one of my own boys. I gave him a stern (while laughing) warning, “If you untie that cord, I will get a longer piece and tie you up in a manner the will make you sorry.†But he was determined to have it his way. I was determined that he should learn a little fear and respect (all in serious fun, mind you). He got the attention of the whole group as he finally freed himself. No backing up now. I couldn’t allow this boy to grow up without respect for “the powers that be.†So I obtained a fifteen-foot length of cord and chased him down. I weigh 230 pounds, and I am six feet, four inches tall. He is about four feet tall and weighs about fifty pounds. He put everything into his resistance, and I was thankful he wasn’t half my size or I might have failed in my endeavor. I just knew he had six legs and seven arms. I had to sit on his head and shoulders to work the cord through the loops of his pants. He squirmed and kicked so that it felt like trying to contain a big coiled spring. Then I had to flip him over so I could thread the other side. He nearly got away that time. I was afraid he was going to bite me on the rear pocket. By this time we had a large cheering crowd. He was the favored contender. The encouragement only gave him strength. Between the flickering firelight, the flashing of cameras, the cloud of dust and the cheering, it must have looked like a real sporting event to the other campers.
To be true to my threat, after securing his pants, I ran the cord up over his shoulders, like suspenders, and down around his legs, drawn up like a calf, and finally tying one hand to his waist where his foot was tied. By his time I was laughing so hard that I could hardly continue; besides, I had used up the cord. But I had taught the little rebel his lesson: Don’t fool with the big guys; you always lose. So I jumped up, intending to step back and admire my handy-work, but something was wrong with my feet. I nearly fell on my face. When I tried to catch my balance, I found I couldn’t separate my feet. Here I was doing this duck walk across the camp, my body bent halfway over, reaching for the ground to ease my collision, when I realized that in all this struggle, the kid had tied my shoelaces together. How he did it with me sitting on his head I will never know, but we learned our lessons. He kept the belt on, and I am going to pick on people more my own age and size. He is my kind of boy though.
You are so fucking lucky I’m not that kid’s mom.
Nothing to say.
All right, I fired off an e-mail to these people.
Are you for real? Is this site a joke? You really advocate sitting on a child’s head to discipline? You really believe that showing no affection at all is the way to keep your kids in line?
If you do, then you are evil. Some of the things I’ve read on this site have made me cry for the victims of the abuse you’ve detailed. You’ve left one very important thing out of the equation: LOVE.
You seem to be saying that punishments should be administered for every behavior except silence. You said in one account that the parent should not even make eye contact while “switching” the child, because even that much respect will motivate the child to continue the “bad” behavior.
You talk about three-year-olds screaming. Well, that’s what they do. If they have a normal psychological development, they will grow out of screaming and find other ways to get what they want. It’s called adapting to society. Oh, but you don’t want them to do that either…because they shouldn’t even find “subtle” ways to get what they want. They just shouldn’t ever get what they want.
The story about the 18-month-old girl (!) whose mother told her to shut up and stop crying because she wasn’t bleeding, was terrifying to me. CHILDREN NEED TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE CARES. Switching them when they need attention is telling them that no one cares. I wouldn’t treat a dog that way.
How would a child have to behave, in order to get a hug? Or don’t you believe children should be hugged?
You seem to be advocating hatred of children. Plain and simple hatred. Did your antecedents own slaves? Because that’s how the children in these accounts seem to be treated.
And I loved the story about the 250-pound man sitting on the head of the 50-pound boy in order to hog-tie him. If I were that boy’s mother, that meatbag would be in jail so fast, he’d be looking at his grandfather’s name carved into the cell wall before he had a chance to say “Hoo doggies”.
News flash: Child abuse is illegal.
They wouldn’t accept the submission without an address, so I put “I am every abuse survivor/In every town in America/And every state/12345”.
Ooooh, if they write back, post it here!
Oh, I will! I did give them my real e-mail. But you know they have that disclaimer:
“In order to fulfill our call as husband and wife, parents, and authors we cannot answer every phone call, letter, or E-Mail personally, but use the bi-monthly newsletter to respond to the many questions that we receive from people.”
Which means they’ll probably just ignore it. After all, my message clearly said, “Give me some attention”, and there’s only one way to deal with that.
Yup. They will hunt you down and sit on your head.
I have half a mind to write and ASK what kind of fucked up drugs these people are taking?
And tell them they’re all heretics, because they don’t believe in the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church.
(You know I don’t REALLY believe that, but it would be funny!)
It’s like the assholes over at patriarch.com , or JanL and Skemper . Fucktards.
Those articles made me SICK! People believe this crap!?
AAAAAAGHHH!!!