Rehashing an attack from the parents

 Our movement is under attack. We hate all parents at this point here at anti-parental entitlement. All, except our own, looking over a landscape. We were attacked here at our signpost opposing parents of all cultures, faiths, and colors. What is up?

Sometimes this morning, I was attacked extrajudicially by an airborne attack, meaning judicially, in moral legal terms, on false pretenses. Under Divine Jurisprudence, trauma rules is an operating legal system. Ultimately, one ex-parent put the attack in the feed while being in the parent role over me, by her perceptions. Law enforcement agents in Berks County, namely child abuse detectives, put the tape in. 

Ultimately, there is an enemy, and it isn't children's rights, so much as people claiming to be us yet not treating vulnerable survivors with respect. We are now aware that the tape caused by a lawful and binding order to expel all Foursquare parents, for conduct unbecoming of a gentle parent, by way of antisocial "help" against a fellow survivor.

Robbyn likely has her head down, in her office, crying and sobbing at what she started, and wants to reel back. She does have a pedophile existence trauma - my trauma concerning pro-spanking parents is actually at that level, but she has a different label to go on. I actually do not want parents who are dominating like she was enlisted to be towards me to exist. That means periphery of perception. I do not want to perceive a parent that identifies by abuse through any of my senses, meaning they are ideally sequestered in a haven far away from me, with not one ounce of speech or antimosity towards my trauma. Not one question concerning my traumatic testimony, except by way of academic knowledge and nourishment.

We are done with parents infiltrating our community. If this post appears mixed up, that's because the facts are mixed up, that's because not all cases of abuse are clear cut. We know sprackets of knowledge about this attack. The assailants appeared to be Foursquare operatives from the hostile Foursquare, not the other group helping me out who was bribed in the negative to call themselves a collective parent.

I took it until they even said it was inhumane to give potion. Note that I do not send such attacks to anyone, as I do not have skills to send airborne fissures to others. I question you in the comments, presuming innocence in most cases, then taking the evidence and putting up a signpost on my page, with screenshots included. This only happens when you attack me in a comments section somewhere, or else I defensively perceive abuse. If you attack me and defend yourself immediately, you mark yourself as guilty, and then, in an airborne situation, I battle you since I can't walk away. In real life, I may make you relevant in a public place, then leave at a time when I know you aren't suspecting. Robbyn and Amy did trail me, it seems, and I made them relevant, set them off, and walked with my mother out of Fuddrucker's. I would do that to any abuser. Pro-social lack of appearance, pro-social martyrdom, meaning I do not care about how I appear, in terms of vulnerability or helplessness, at least afterwards, meaning I play on the trait of most abusers to not soil their appearance, while soiling my own at the same time, then leaving with the abuser in full temper tantrum. I can't do that with airborne tapes, but that's what I usually do - leave them for dead. Or, if you are a refined American adult, and not a snowflake, you might say you walked away from a conflict, instead of battled like an entitled idiot. I hate conflict. I badger to shut down hostility, issuing law and order in that regard. It is like going down a tunnel, and the happy ending is when someone submits in "oh" format. That's how I put the world into submission. Not sending bottle rockets through computers. I'll actually never send such a bottle rocket to any parent here. No "little sprinkle". I don't know how to do that. I speak to you directly, and in no uncertain terms, if I have a problem with you, and I tell it to you straight up. If I haven't complained about you, you have nothing to worry about. I'm sick and tired of this "Max rumors" nonsense. He's here. Live with it, while I go sip on some chocolate milk (beer is prohibited under my Christian beliefs - except root beer).