Yeah, I almost wrote a whole counterpoint on how horrible the current child welfare system is and how nearly every trained professional agrees that breaking up families should only be the last resort in the most extreme circumstances, but I had a feeling this thread wasn’t the target audience for that particular reality.
One: that’s not what was suggested. OP said parental verification/authorization before birth.
Two: you’re proposing something like residential schools instead. Which, even if you don’t agree constituted genocide, was still pretty bad.
I’m not advocating for our government’s insane privacy-violating measures. Just pointing out that OP’s proposal is worse. There’s got to be better ways to protect children than “police state” or “genocide.”
Ah, the classic dichotomy: privacy vs eugenics
Nothing inherently wrong with taxation. The problems are how taxes are determined, how they’re collected, and how that money is distributed.
D.D. Palmer “received chiropractic from the other world” from a deceased physician named Dr. Jim Atkinson.
You can be cis-het and wear a sundress if you want to. Once you buy one, it stops being “women’s clothes” and becomes your clothes.
The week after I graduated high school, my father stayed charging me $150/week in rent. Moving out and splitting a place with two other roommates allowed me to actually save money.
Reminds me of a guy I used to work with. Any time he got frustrated with our manager, he’d mutter to himself, “Everyone gets one.”
The way he explained it to me is, everyone is allowed to murder one person. You might suffer some real bad consequences as a result, but if you can stomach those consequences, no one can really stop you from doing just one murder.
It literally stands for Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller but is used colloquially for any people considered sub-human or monstrous because of their negative/predatory attitudes toward other people.
How old? Because C.H.U.D. came out forty years ago.
A chud is a vicious sub-human monster.
Lou Diamond Philips has always been hot. And he’s aging like wine: every time I see him, he looks even better.