@opalbonez@picaae I’m glad you at least didn’t call me a slur this time - hopefully you better understand the negative impact of this word. I hope you treat your child with grace and compassion if they are ever mentally disabled.
@opalbonez@picaae Retard is a slur for mentally disabled people. That is what the term actually means when you look it up. I guess you must be a little slow if I need to explain it to you.
@opalbonez@picaae By that logic, you should be sterilized because you advocate for harming others. That’s an incredibly toxic ideology - you shouldn’t be allowed to pass it on to any future children.
@opalbonez@picaae I advocate for rehabilitative justice and mental health support so people don’t commit harm. You want to harm others so you’re more like those baby killers than you think.
as they should have. without knowing anything else about the situation it is a terrible idea to show a large group of teenagers that they can kill themselves and make all of their enemies feel terrible and suffer
@meowingabyss@gripmyhip The relationship between an older sibling and a younger sibling is not analogous to the relationship between a parent and their child
@Romy_Holland@BeatrixdeSol As a HS student, I was an honor roll because I was willing to cheat to maintain that status. I also had intellectual interests and priorities that were way important than some baby. So I don’t think it’s a particularly great indicator of trustworthiness.
@LilyMarieMFC@YAOIPATHY@boyygal The dictionary actually puts nitch as the first pronunciation above neesh. Nitch predates neesh as the pronunciation.
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