Confession of a Supposed Abuser

Apparently I’m an abuser of children.

Before we go any further, I’d like to direct you towards this piece of news: Little Kids can be labeled as abusers. Does this mean I’m an abuser? When I was 4 years old, I committed the heinous act of slapping a female member of my class. Was I abusing her?

This is just another example of parents being way too protective of their children. If children can be labeled as abusers before they’re old enough to know what sex is then this sets a dangerous precedence for our futures. Its a sad day when children can no longer play in the garden like their parents used to.

What makes it even worse is that it’s only the boys in a class that get told off for this sort of thing. In my old school (which I no longer attend thankfully) a new doctrine has been brought in to protect the girls from the dangers of sexual harassment. Basically, all the guys were told to watch their wandering eyes. Girls, however, were given free reign to report any boy they wanted for any reason. If a girl didn’t like a guy, all she had to do was give his name to a teacher and lo and behold…instant suspension pending an investigation. The headmaster’s even taken it overboard to such an extent that he’s cracking down on legitimate couples. Suprise, asshole, but at that age (16-19) it’s all about mixing with the opposite sex. You can’t stop nature!