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| My desires sicken me. by Zsenicorpse 10/07/2006, 6:51pm PDT | ||||
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| My name is Ralf P., P... for pedophile.
Even his therapest kicked him out, poor ould bugger. "Role-playing games are one technique Ahlers uses in order to get the men to put themselves in the situation of the children. Ahlers wants the men to see themselves from the point of view of their potential victims." BONER. ""It's just fate," the psychologist explains, "one of nature's whims." Then he continues, as if he wanted to offer his listener consolation: "It's got nothing to do with good and evil, or with guilt." After all, he knows that almost all his patients are constantly plagued by intense feelings of guilt." Fuckin' white man's burden, right there. In darkest Afrika, baby rape is an accepted part of everyday male bonding. "Ralf P. tried to force himself to be normal. When he met a woman that he knew and was attracted to years earlier, when she was a 10-year-old girl, he made his first attempt at a relationship with an adult woman. He imagined she were still a girl in order to be able to be physically close to her. That didn't work out for very long." She wasn't very GGG, now was she? Snark and pederasty aside, the article and its subject-hospital are both remarkably even-handed in an age of total and abject hysteria regarding all forms of sexual behavior. I dunno how I feel about that, considering it's Germans, the only people left who can creep out the Japanese. |
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