Useful advice from James Dobson

[lederhosen]

I happened across this while browsing friends-of-friends...

James Dobson of Focus on the Family, offers useful tips from his friend Joseph Nicolosi on preventing your child from growing up gay.

Some of the highlights:

Perhaps you are concerned about your child and his or her "sexual development." Maybe your son or daughter is saying things like, "I must be gay," or "I'm bisexual." You've found same-sex porn in his room or evidence that he has accessed it on the Internet. You've found intimate journal entries about another girl in her diary. The most important message I can offer to you is that there is no such thing as a "gay child" or a "gay teen." [But] left untreated, studies show these boys have a 75 percent chance of becoming homosexual or bisexual.

Mmm. Snooping in the kid's private diary, very classy. Having parents s/he can't trust makes it SO much easier for a kid to deal with these issues.

Meanwhile, the boy's father has to do his part. He needs to mirror and affirm his son's maleness. He can play rough-and-tumble games with his son, in ways that are decidedly different from the games he would play with a little girl. He can help his son learn to throw and catch a ball. He can teach him to pound a square wooden peg into a square hole in a pegboard. He can even take his son with him into the shower, where the boy cannot help but notice that Dad has a penis, just like his, only bigger.

Hell, they can pull on skin-tight costumes and cruise around town fighting crime together!

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[jazzmasterson.livejournal.com]

Also the charming fellow who wrote seriously about beating the living shit out of his dachsund with a belt, as an example of the kind of discipline you should show your children.

I had seen this defiant mood before, and knew there was only one way to deal with it. The ONLY way to make Siggie obey is to threaten him with destruction. Nothing else works. I turned and went to my closet and got a small belt to help me "reason" with Mr. Freud.

What developed next is impossible to describe. That tiny dog and I had the most vicious fight ever staged between man and beast. I fought him up one wall and down the other, with both of us scratching and clawing and growling and swinging the belt. I am embarrassed by the memory of the entire scene. Inch by inch I moved him toward the family room and his bed. As a final desperate maneuver, Siggie backed into the corner for one last snarling stand. I eventually got him to bed, only because I outweighed him 200 to 12!

[lederhosen.livejournal.com]

I'm torn between the basic ick and wondering what sort of man names a sausage dog "Sigmund Freud" here.

Poor dog :-(

[jazzmasterson.livejournal.com]

Poor kids whose parents read that book.

I really wish sometimes that the earth would open up and swallow Mr. Dobson....