Any person who obeys his parents cannot ask them any questions. Who are you to ask your father any questions when he instructs you to do anything? If you should do that, then of course, you must die. Who are you to murmur against your father for giving you instructions? Who are you to be annoyed against your father for advising you? If you should ask any questions, you are inviting death. Whatever your parents ask you to do, you should obey them implicitly in order to receive God's blessings.
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"Whatever your parents ask you to do, you should obey them implicitly in order to receive God's blessings. "
Good job "god" doesn't exist, then.
First, there are questions which do not question a parent's decisions.
Second, there are parents who are unqualified to raise a tepid glass of water much less a child. It is the child's duty to question such a parent's instructions.
Third, God's blessings. Prove there is a God and that anything, anywhere is a blessing of his.
So, this is why I never received God's blessings: I was not an obedient child. I asked many questions in response to my parents' orders and still managed to escape death.
Who was I to complain about my parents' orders? Some kid who realized that reaching a certain age does not automatically mean that you possess intelligence or wisdom.
Now, bite me.
So, basically, your kids keep asking you questions you can't answer, right? Things like "So why are we supposed to believe this obvious bullshit?"
This reminds me of a comic strip that I once read:
Mother: This is the house of the lady who always wears pink. She never wears anything but pink.
Daughter: She just came out of the house, and she's wearing brown.
Mother: Are you calling me a liar?
So, let me get this straight.
If my parents had told me to kill you, you would support me doing so because I should not question my parents? Were you skull fucked with an ebola infested cactus?
"Any person who obeys his parents cannot ask them any questions."
Dad: Hey, son, wanna go to the park with me and your mom?
Son: Sure! What time are we leaving?
Dad: HOW DARE YOU ASK ME QUESTIONS!!! YOU WILL OBEY ME, DO YOU HEAR! *slap* *punch* *kick*
[sarcasm]Sure, makes perfect sense... [/sarcasm]
I'll make it short.
BULLSHIT!
It sounds like you didn't question your father when he inserted his penis in your rectum. You just took it lying down. And now that you're an adult, and he has perhaps died, you've found a way to rationalise the experience.
Just a guess.
Dad: Son, bring me a beer from the fridge.
Son: Which one? There are two, foreign and home-mad... Oh fuck! *starts runing*
Dad*gets his shotgun and runs afterhim. Shots heard*: Honey, I've just shot our kid. Damn it, they never learn.
Mom: You got that right, that's the fifth kid in two years.
So, if you're a 8-year-old girl and daddy tells you to undress so he can penetrate every orifice in your little body you're supposed to just do it and not tell. ('Cause nobody would understand the "special love" that daddy is sharing with you, right?)
But daddy why do I have to put greasy stuff on my butt and then bend over the bed?
Don't question me son!, didn't the pastor tell you that I should stone you to death if you do that?
Gaaahhh...your fundiness is sickening to rational people.
I dont know but recently the quotes on FSTDT have gotten more of a reaction from than before. I'm not sure if they're more hateful or i'm just more perceptive of it.
The Word Center, you are an evil and disgusting man...or woman. Children are going to ask questions, they have wonderful inquiring minds that should not be stunted and abused by your religion inspired brand of Evil.
Son: Dad, you are a Yankees fan, right?
Dad: Yeah.
Son: I think I'm more of a Mets fan.
Dad: Okay, I think my team is better though. You should be a Yankees fan.
After many hours of patient advisement, the son was still a Mets fan. The boy was killed, justly, by his father. And all was well.
In addition to the problems everyone above me has addressed, I present a further issue I have with this passage:
"Whatever your parents ask you to do, you should obey them implicitly in order to receive God's blessings." [emphasis added]
I don't think you know what "implicitly" means, unless you are really suggesting that we follow our parents' orders indirectly and/or vicariously.
I bet you never said anything bad about your parents. You never questioned, talked back, or disobeyed. Nope. You were a perferct little angel child, huh?
And what if your parents told you to do something wrong?
Who are you to ask your father any questions when he instructs you to do anything?
I guess you are an advocate for fathers who molest their children, because how dare the child dare question what her father is demanding her to do, right?
The only questions The Word Center's kids, if he's got any, should ask him are:-
1) Is there a chance we will be as stupid as you daddy?
2) Must we become unthinking clods as well as unwitting God-zombies daddy?
3) Shall we go in the kitchen and ask mom to get us all a sammich daddy?
4) Is it time to practice sweeping, burger flipping and politely serving our betters yet daddy?
5) Je pose cette question en français. Savez-vous ce que le processus s'appelle par lequel j'apprenne une langue différente ? Ce s'appelle l'éducation. Le père est un crétin.
Apologies to french speakers for the errors.
@ Pule Thamex:
Je corrigerais ainsi votre 5e point :
"Je pose cette question en français. Savez-vous comment s'appelle le processus par lequel j'ai appris une langue différente ? L'éducation. Le père est un crétin."
Cela dit, vous êtes pardonné... tout comme j'espère l'être quand je massacre l'espagnol ou l'italien :)
You complain that you are worried by mermaid, ghost, witchcraft, these things are not in existence. Your trouble is that you do not obey your parents.
The most prevalent complaint of parents for the suffering of their children is said to be witchcraft.
At first I thought this was one of the insane African churches (it has what sounds like African music on its main page), but the mailing address is Washington DC.
WTF?
Funny, my parents encouraged questioning everything, and would actually sit down and explain the answer to me, *even* if I was questioning *their* actions. That made for a very *healthy* development of the mind, and cultivated a love of learning new things. (And this was in a Catholic home, no less!)
Quite frankly, what this little diatribe here advocates is to stifle a child's curiosity, the natural impulse to explore, push the boundaries, and to learn -- it shuts down all reasoning ability. Sad, innit?
Matthew 27:46
And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Hm. I guess he's right. Jesus got killed for questioning his father too.
This guy is scary. Hopefully, he will never meet a woman as mad as he is. Or, if he does, he will kill her when she questions anything.
Huh? What? How can you ever learn from your parents if you don't ask them questions? Asking questions is not the same as questioning their authority, quite the opposite. You are acknowledging that they are the authority, the persons to go to when you want to know something. My mum and dad are two of the most intelligent people I know, of course I go to them when I wonder something. Oh, maybe not as much nowadays as I did when I was younger.
Please be a bit more coherent, and speak less of death. Life is the one inviolable thing on earth; it's God's creation, if you will. Who are you to destroy that which God has created?
Asking question does not necessarily mean disobeying. It can be asking for more information, or for descriptions or instructions.
Asking questions is a way to learn from your parents, ie showing them respect for the vault of knowledge that they are.
Just mindlessly obeying may mean you don't think they have more to tell you anyway.
And I quote:
Science is answers that must always be questioned.
Philosophy is questions that may never be answered.
Religion is answers that must never be questioned.
Politics is answers that lobbyists pay for.
In summary, stop fucking cowering in a corner, clutching your security blanket (your pitiful god) in the dark, open your eyes and see the world for yourself, and grow the fuck up.
*twitch*
..But but...What if your father gives you ten tasks at a time and by the time you finished the first one he's got ten more? Can't you ask for a reminder about what all you were assigned?
I do not jest; this is legit how it goes in my family. My dad's brain does not work like most peoples' brains and he will give you that many separate, seemingly unrelated tasks at once. Somehow, in his mind, they all sync, but nobody else knows quite how it's supposed to work.
Confused?
So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!
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