I have no rights. I am the scum of the earth, and deserving of DEATH and PUNISHMENT merely for my existence as an adult in relation to children. Adulthood makes its members authority figures...so I renounce my authority over children, as I have long before.
I love you, dear child of mine, and you owe me nothing. Just relax, be yourself, perhaps scream and cry when you need something, and possibly batter me physically because you are that frustrated. I'm here. Just a tool. Just a vending machine. Otherwise, I am worthless and deserving of the scorn of the child for anything I do that is offensive and thus abuse, for whatever the child perceives as abuse viscerally is objectively so, and I am kept in my lowly adult place, while children are exempt from responsibility, as parents or parents in loco parentis are responsible. Adults are responsible. Children are not.
I have no rights in relation to a child. God gave all Americans the Second Amendment. Children too?...
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