Just finished reading the anti-Mormon novel Mister Magic, and am pissed it turned out to be an anti-Mormon novel, and realized something.

Fundamentalist Mormonism is a patriarchal abusive religion just like mainstream modern Islam but you don't see too many anti-Islamic novels or biographies written. It's not because Islam is wonderful, but because it will cut your fricking throat if you dare insult it. Just ask Salman Rushdie or Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

There's a lesson there: if you're an abusive monster you can't half-butt it. Either reform and repent or keep being a tyrant and never show any lenience. If you loosen your grip even slightly they'll slip through and escape.

You say that's horrible? I'm @911roofer. At what point did you forget my bit was being a self-loathing psychopath? Did you really think I'd break kayfabe?

Also the novel ends with a bunch of spooky ghost children living in a magical playground without rules where all their feelings are accepted. That sounds like fun up until one of the kid's decides it would be fun to smash his buddies skull in. And none of these kids can ever permanently die so you've got a neverending bloodsoaked hellscape where the little bastards spend eternity torturing each other. Which sounds exactly like how children'a entertainment should be.

Kids need to know that it's an ugly hateful world out there full of homeless people who want to r*pe and/or eat them and rich people who want to brainwash them into slicing off their genitals. The sooner children realize they can't trust their parents, teachers, clergy, or coaches, that nature is only pretending to be cute and cuddly so it can gnaw their face off, and their friends only want to use them the better. Don't trust anyone. Ever.