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Courtesy of LiberalsCostLives.com, Here's how a victim of child molestation feels about this:

Kyal wrote:
I was born into child pornography. My genetic birth mother was a pedophile. I was unable to remember anything before the age of about nine until I went thru ‘recall’ in my mid-thirties. At first you think you’re crazy until you realize these memory ‘flashes’ are real, then you wish you were crazy. Anything would be better than this being real. It begins to sink in. This is not a bad dream you can wake up from, it is an actual part of your literal life. You will resort to anything to block these memories, living on pure adrenaline, not sleeping for weeks at a time because your nightmares are not nightmares. The medical term for a stab wound is a “hard laceration”. I have nine of them on my left forearm. You begin to substitute physical pain to mask your heartache. When you cut yourself the first time, you experience a euphoric relief that is by far the most wonderful feeling you have ever had in your entire life. Your wound hurts like hell, but that unbearable ache in your heart is in the background for the first time in your life! The adrenaline stops. You can sleep for a few nights…it is heaven on earth and you feel brand new. But the cut heals and the heartache and the adrenaline comes back. The next time you cut deeper hoping the euphoria will be even greater and last longer, but it becomes like every other addiction, it stops working no matter how much you increase the dose or how deep you push the knife. My first self inflicted wound was near the top of my forearm close to my elbow and went across my arm. Each cut got lower and deeper. The last two were deep and not across my wrist, but lengthwise. I told myself I was just trying to hurt myself to stop the pain, when in reality, I was coming to peace with the fact that the knife had to go as deep as it had to go. If it could no longer deliver me from this heartache, it could at least finally end this torture, except for one thing: I also knew I was the only dad my two somehow perfect boys would ever have. So I made the decision that I was not going to kill myself, and God gave me the strength to live. What my genetic mother and her boyfriend and their monstrous friends did to me and forced me to do, tortured every single moment of my life for the next thirty years. There is only one thing that could be worse. That would be to re-live my torturous childhood by repeating it. So I say kill any child rapist after their first offense, especially a so-called “victim” of abuse who knows first hand the torturous heartbreak they inflict on that innocent child for every single moment of the rest of their lives. Child rapists suffer from a spiritual deformity that we on earth have no way of dealing with, much less curing. The only right thing to do, the only compassionate thing to do with a child rapist, is to execute them after their first offense.

Thank God he's been able to survive his ordeal.