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Why I forbid commenting


Mr. Eastwood summed it up perfectly. Autistic AND non-autistic people alike can be very cruel. I don't need any un-necessary pain in my life. 
Here is a link to a New Yorker (yes, the New Yorker) article from 2013 on anonymity and the internet:http://www.newyorker.com/tech/elements/the-psychology-of-online-comments
Disabling commenting stops trolling before it begins. My writing anonymously allows me to share and educate facts and opinions.
God has something to say regarding the power of words (hard-core atheists please breathe deeply or press the back arrow now).
"The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one's life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell." James 3:6

 "Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits." Proverbs 18:21 ESV
The Bible also says words are containers for power.
Scripture blows the "sticks and stones" argument out of the water.

A meme I created just for you trolls:
I will also put a watch over my own mouth when selecting language in my blog posts. I will try not to be blatantly offensive in a culture where everyone is offended by everything.
Regarding the words"ass" and "asshole", the word ass is found in the Bible. It refers to a donkey.
Why do they call a donkey a jackass?
This means that the proper scientific name for the donkey is Equus africanus asinus when it is considered a subspecies, and Equus asinus when it is considered a species. At one time, the synonym ass was the more common term for the donkey. The first recorded use of donkey was in either 1784 or 1785.-from Wikipedia
An asshole is the anus of a donkey. Some people are just plain stubborn and think out of one end.
Those folks will never be welcome here.



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