Porn will torture your appetite, defraud your instincts, disorder your reactions, frustrate your spouse, and make marital contentment impossible. It will make you nominate RINO's, vote for Democrats, and canonize Kennedies.
Porn will harden your heart, scar your spirit, and encourage you to stay on the couch diddling yourself when you should be making a marinade for a standing rib roast.
Porn tells lies about girls.
Porn makes hearts hard and unresponsive, and minds soft as fresh excreta. Porn is the culmination of a once-decent, large, nearly hairless mammal's imbecility. Porn will take up permanent residence in a boy's mind and turn it into a place he wouldn't want to share with Jesus.
Porn makes other self-respecting vertebrates back off from you, looking for a way to make a final, definitive break with your trashcans, your celluloid, and your civilization.
Porn conjures the spirit of the Marquis de Sade and exposes middle-schoolers to painful confusion and frightening dreams.
Porn makes a summer day smell strange. Porn sours your spirit and makes filthy remarks to your soul. It makes a good, wise, loving lady distrust you.
Porn angers the angels: it makes Michael the Archangel reach for the sword of wrath.
Porn is Amsterdam in dogppop without the cleansing rain, San Francisco fog with an underlay of diesel and urine. It's Bishop Gene Robinson. It's Hugh Hefner, Charlie Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, and the ugly Anti-America they constructed on top of the America we loved.
It is Out and Proud Anal-Americans.
It makes you feel like you got something foul in your mouth that you can't get out with Listerine.
Porn is your brother's bright and pretty daughter addicted to Quilts or whatever sedative-hynotic drug they give these girls to keep them (temporarily) non-suicidal.
It’s like a parade with free purple Koolaid and cheerleaders with gonorrhea.
Porn shames the people you love the most, and the people most worthy of your love.
It's a girl named Annie who had her need to trust and be trusted, delight and be delighted, love and be loved, buried under a avalanche of callousness, cruelty and stink. Porn reeks of Money, Mammon, and Moloch.
Porn is incredibly bad people getting incredibly rich and giving the money to Barack Obama.
Porn is Madonna and Lady Gaga making an absurdity of their bodies and telling people to vote for Ms Candidate (D-Sodom) who is enlightened, progressive, and a cretin.
Porn makes you stupid.
Porn enables divorce lawyers to buy mansions built on the three continents of Lies, Spiritual Nullity, and Liberalism. Porn pushes old people so far into loneliness they can't find their own soul.
Porn is telling God He was wrong: the good embrace He invented for life and love, has been twisted and turned into an insignificant itch, a loveless twitch and a dead end.
Wow, this is crazy talk.
Men look at porn occasionally, it rarely ruins their lives but you make it sound like the worst thing on earth!
And it causes warts, pimples and hairy palms (looking, nah, I’m ok).
Preach it, sister!!!!