See: #44 @ http://tinyurl.com/a7sbu7x

Only someone w/o kids — and then not all of those w/o kids, for that matter.

Also, note that faux St Suzie has yet to explain the conceptual difference between her (her religion’s?) concept of adequate resistance to rape Vs. honor killings.

Same thing with different actors & time-lines?

So you meant to say an 11-year-old wasn’t “getting any”?

As for funerals, I think the best (for lack of a beter word) one I have ever been to, was my maternal grandmother’s a few years ago. The minister was a man who had known her and my family his entire life. She was his Sunday School teacher when he was 5 years old, and he said he still has the New Testament that she gave him for Christmas that year. It was a very personal and moving service.

“What if the young girl was your daughter…would that alter your logic?”

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Dan can speak for himself.

As for me, I would have known she was a gift from God long before the tragedy.

Saint or sinner (or more likely Saint and sinner) she would be my beloved daughter. Beloved as Saint and sinner — because of … and in spite of …. That’s the way I feed about my kids, grand-kids and great-grand-daughter — all of them.

The circumstances of a daughter’s death and what some church official said about her life would matter little to my memory or to my opinion of her. She would not have changed. She would be who she had always been. Nothing a Church could do would change that. She was!

Such a horrendous death, as Suzie is reveling in, would likely affect me, OTOH. The effect on my personality might be noticeable. I cannot predict the effect on my worldview. If there were a role for the church it might be helping me through that distress. But that would not define my child.

I am reminded of two funerals I attended a couple years back. Following the first one, two surviving daughters where distressed about all the wrong, highly aggrandized, self-serving, information the Officiant spouted about their mother. I had know the deceased and they were right. She had been the most mean spirited, selfish person I had ever known.

After another funeral, I was walking out of the Church with the deceased woman’s oldest son, when he turned to me and said “That was some eulogy.” I said, “Wish I had known her.” He laughed and said “Me too, I wonder who he was talking about; wonder who he had her mixed up with?”

Bingo!

As I said earlier “Only someone w/o kids….”

Most of the the women that I know (even those w/o kids) would never be so obdurately uncompassionate.

This was an 11-year-old child, Kristen.

Not uncommon among people who aren’t getting any.

Comment by Kristen — December 3, 2012 @ 9:17 am

Thanks for letting us know where you stand…or lay.