There it is.

So, as an ignorant teenager, cleaning chicken houses of rotten corpses and chicken shit for $5/hr: I was actually fucking those chickens? I was kid chicken raper? The steers I raised in elementary school, I suppose I fucked them as well.

See, that's the thing. I saw how bad it was and have worked and saved for many years so I will no longer have to participate in a system that involves industrial suffering.

But nope, I'm totally such a raper. Fuck you and your sanctimonious bullshit. You don't know me or my circumstances. I know plenty of Southern Baptists and Church of Christ that spew this same shit. Y'all would get along real well, if you only listened to your tones and didn't pay attention to the words.

Fucking fanatics can suck my fucking balls, all y'all the same.