/lit/ - Literature

robert crumb

You know it's only a matter of time before pedophilia advocacy becomes normalised

Fucking Teleionormative shitlords
(Yes, social justice coined a term to describe natural sexual attraction to adults Teleiophilia)

There's been a noticeable drop in board culture after the raid.
Is the /lit/ as we know it on its last breath?

It's been ten years since I last spoke to you as a boy. Since then, I've grown into a man, as well as I could in a poor family with a single mother.

Things weren't good after you left. I don't blame you for my miserable childhood and adolescence, but it might have been better if you had gotten a fucking job and not run off to Europe. A family isn't a problem you can run away from, and I won't call a man who would do such things any father of mine. I can only hope that I can be there for my children, because God knows how much I missed out on after you left. You weren't even much of a father when you were there, I remember you more as what I would see today as a bloated man-child than a man deserving of respect.

Your absence has always made me question the legitimacy of my existence, but I've always realized that your presence would be no great blessing either. In short, you are a loathsome, childish, disgusting human being, and I fully resent you for shirking your duties to my mother, my sisters, and myself, your first and only son. I look in the mirror and hate myself when I see your features plastered upon my face like like some gross leprosy. I want you and your toxic mess of a family nowhere near my offspring. You will never know a grandson or a granddaughter of my progeny; They won't even know your name.

I take solace in the fact that you cannot and will not return to the US. If I travel, do not seek me out. Perhaps in time, my bitterness towards you will fade, but your actions are unforgivable, and I'll have nothing to do with you.

- Ben

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It's been ten years, Dad. When we last spoke I was a boy, and now I have grown into a man, as well as I could in a poor family with a single mother.

I don't blame you for my miserable childhood and adolescence, but it might have been better if you had gotten a fucking job and not run off to Europe. A family isn't a problem you can run away from, and I won't call a man who would do such things any father of mine. I can only hope that I can be there for my children, because God knows how much I missed out on after you left. You weren't even much of a father when you were there, I remember you more as what I would see today as a bloated man-child than a man deserving of respect.

Your absence has made me question the legitimacy of my existence from boyhood, but I've always realized that your presence would be no great blessing either. In short, you are a loathsome, childish, disgusting human being, and I fully resent you for shirking your duties to my mother, my sisters, and myself, you're first and only son. I look in the mirror and hate myself when I see your features plastered upon my face like like some gross leprosy. I want you and your toxic mess of a family nowhere near my offspring. You will never know a grandson or a granddaughter of my progeny; They won't even know your name.

I take solace in the fact that you cannot and will not return to the US. If I travel, do not seek me out. Perhaps in time, my bitterness towards you will fade, but your actions are unforgivable, and I'll have nothing to do with you.

- Ben