Nice fantasy life, Robb. Here, let me try. I can imagine that you cowered in the corner of your bedroom as a child while your Mom gave sexual favors to every passing merchant. The paperboy, the milkman, the mailman, etc. I bet she ran and grabbed her Bible after every consumation. She probably begged you to pray with her for her own immortal soul and as a way a way of explaining her indescretions as sin, no fault of her own. You grew into a boy haunted by his own dark past, clinging to your religion as a way of keeping yourself clean and pure, demanding that Christ save you from yourself. Now you see indendant thinkers and are scared, secretly jealous of their ability to make decisions based solely on their own principles. Principles unfettered by the brainwashing of overzealous parents determined to find someone, anyone to blame for their shortcomings. Poor Robb.
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