Posted on 09/10/2013 6:44:15 PM PDT by Viennacon
How much pedophilia is just enough, or perhaps a wee bit too much remains unclear in the opinion of Oxford lecturer and author of The Selfish Gene and The God Delusion Richard Dawkins.
Dawkins described sexual abuse among former classmates as "mild touching up" that allegedly did no “lasting harm.”
Child welfare experts responded to Dawkins’ remarks with outrage — and concern over their effect on survivors of abuse.
(Excerpt) Read more at breitbart.com ...
Dawkins is now screwed.
Twitter is ablaze over this.
If the sexual abuse didn’t cause Dawkins mental problems then what did?
God is dead in his mind so I guess anything goes....the guy is losing his soul.
if there’s no god, man is god, nothing is wrong, there are only preferences, norms, and relative measures of behavior.
not hard to believe dawkins’ position on this, or any other abhorrent immoral behavior. he’s just living his beliefs.
Dawkins puts his foot in his mouth once again, as he extrapolates the misguided logic of a position that has made him famous.
Famous, as a matter of his destiny mind you. It is in his genes after all.
We're just talking about the moderate pedophiles.
Fine. Hang them moderately.
wow
His credibility just went down the crapper. good. he’s an anti-semitic bastard too.
Typical British “intellectual” of the liberal persuasion.
Any adult wanting to have sex with a child is a danger to the community and should be removed from society.
he had credibility??
OK OK Moderate Pedophiles /sarcasm.
lol
WOULD the NSA release any data they MIGHT have on dawkins web “surfing” habits?
Might his computer have been found to have accessed and collected a bunch of pedophile trash??
I’m betting SOMEONE knows
Dawkins always makes me think of this song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0dsIeJ2EZU
Jethro Tull- Too old too rock’n’roll too young to die
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end -— drank his ale too light.
Death’s head belt buckle -— yesterday’s dreams -—
the transport caf’ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he’s too old to Rock’n’Roll but he’s too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s.
For drinks on a Sunday -— work on Monday.
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they’re too old to Rock’n’Roll and they’re too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies -— tears in his eyes -—
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n’Roll but he was too young to die.
Not everything: I’m sure he’d still get morally indignant if you stomped on his toes or stole his stuff.
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