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A "cult" has been implicated in cases of parents forcing their children to drink bleach as an autism cure (and surprisingly, it's not the cult known as 4chan):
Parents are making their children drink industrial bleach to cure them of autism—with the potentially deadly practice linked back to a U.S. cult. According to British tabloid the Sunday People, six British police forces have probed cases in which children as young as two have been forced to undergo the potentially lethal treatment.
The treatment being administered is CD (Chloride Dioxide) or MMS (Miracle Mineral Solution)—with a secret Facebook group touting its use to desperate parents in the U.K. The method has been promoted by a controversial U.S. church with a branch in Los Angeles - the secretive Genesis II Church, founded by Jim Humble, a former scientologist.
A 2016 investigation by Eyewitness News and ABC News found an underground network clustered in southern California promoting MMS on Facebook as a cure for ailments including cancer, Parkinsons, and autism in children.
The previous year the BBC exposed a secret conference in which leading figures from the church travelled to the U.K. to promote the use of MMS, which it claims is a non-dangerous religious sacrament. They believe that autism is caused by pathogens and parasites, which Chloride Dioxide kills. Doctors say that the claims of adherents are groundless, the solution is untested and can cause serious harm.
Bleach: the drink of choice for sophisticated memers.
(Score: 5, Insightful) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @01:20PM (24 children)
The bad thing is it is not the people with alternative views that get the punishment, but their children. At an age where they are neither able to understand it, nor realistically able to resist.
People doing bad things to themselves due to stupidity is one thing. People doing bad things to others due to stupidity is a wholly different thing.
(Score: 1, Informative) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @01:44PM (17 children)
Actually just found out the other day my lifelong mysterious dental problems are probably due to inappropriate antibiotic treatments as a small child. That type of stuff is going on all the time. Our understanding of any medical treatment is so rudimentary and most of them lead to a lifelong path of further "unanticipated" problems.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @01:53PM (15 children)
The answer is clear. Sue your parents and their pediatrician.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:15PM (14 children)
What would that solve?
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:18PM (11 children)
Money solves everything.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:25PM (7 children)
Not in this case, the dental treatments require destroying more and more of the remaining tissue, thus requiring ever more maintenance over normal teeth. There simply is no good solution to the problem no matter how much money you have.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:39PM (4 children)
You're missing the whole point of money which is how the score is kept. It doesn't matter whether you have teeth or not. As long as you have the most money, you win.
(Score: 1, Interesting) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:48PM (3 children)
I dont think you get the point of money... and the people at the very top hold most of their wealth in nontangibles like power and favors that are not taxed.
(Score: 1) by fustakrakich on Tuesday January 30 2018, @06:11PM (2 children)
No, basically they just want to laid, like the rest of us... That really is the point of money. It is primarily a sexual aid.
La politica e i criminali sono la stessa cosa..
(Score: 2) by The Mighty Buzzard on Tuesday January 30 2018, @09:14PM (1 child)
They're doing it wrong then. Tequila's not that expensive.
My rights don't end where your fear begins.
(Score: 1) by fustakrakich on Tuesday January 30 2018, @11:00PM
Ah, but it's not free. Gotta work with the fundamentals.
La politica e i criminali sono la stessa cosa..
(Score: 2) by Grishnakh on Tuesday January 30 2018, @04:01PM (1 child)
Are you dense? Those dental treatments you speak of aren't free, so suing for money would help out a lot there. And if you get more money than the medical treatments cost, that money can make you more comfortable. Having dental problems and a fat bank account is a much better situation than having dental problems and being broke.
Of course, a lawsuit against one's parents and their doctors from decades in the past isn't going to go far, but the idea that "money doesn't help anything" is just plain stupid.
(Score: 2) by tangomargarine on Tuesday January 30 2018, @04:10PM
I don't like calling "strawman" on people normally, but dude. Come on.
"Is that really true?" "I just spent the last hour telling you to think for yourself! Didn't you hear anything I said?"
(Score: 2) by DannyB on Tuesday January 30 2018, @04:23PM (2 children)
Wrong! Suing solves everything. Even if you gon't get any money. It is the irresistible, inexorable urge to sue, sue, sue! It's the American way. And it's good for you. The satisfaction is the lawsuit, not any possible money.
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(Score: 2) by The Mighty Buzzard on Tuesday January 30 2018, @09:16PM (1 child)
Wrong! Alcohol solves everything [youtube.com].
My rights don't end where your fear begins.
(Score: 4, Funny) by DannyB on Tuesday January 30 2018, @09:38PM
Alcohol will not solve all your problems.
But neither will water or Diet Coke. But chemistry teachers think alcohol is a solution.
In wine there is wisdom.
In beer there is strength.
In water there is bacteria.
Please select your choice and press ENTER.
Today's special: buy any two drinks and only pay for both of them!
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(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:30PM (1 child)
it will make insurance companies richer, scaring more people into fearing lawsuits.
Medical malpractice should be exclusively penal code, which means the police seizes all docs and jails who is really responsible, probably the evidence suppressing pharma companies.
(Score: 1, Interesting) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:43PM
Its not really malpractice, they dont know the long term effects of 99.99% of what they do. That is just the risk you take by accepting any medical treatment. There are probably all sorts of health issues like opioid misuse, obesity, cardiovascular problems, etc due to some type of widespread medical treatment. Eg ibuprofin and heart attacks...
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Tuesday January 30 2018, @08:05PM
A friend has Ehlos-Danloss syndrome. For 20 years she was told she was crazy
Then one of her arteries burst
It a deficiency of collagen
Yes I Have No Bananas. [gofundme.com]
(Score: 5, Insightful) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @02:25PM (1 child)
You mean like mutilating a baby's penis to supposedly decrease the chances of diseases and hygiene issues that can easily be mitigated or eliminated using alternative methods such as protection, practicing good hygiene, being selective about sexual partners, and so on? No, that's fine, because no one has a right to control their own bodies. We need to preemptively modify their bodies before they can conceivably defend themselves.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @11:12PM
That is why I am creating a non-profit group which will provide newborn infants with handguns and training the very moment after birth.
Additional side effect: no more traditional butt-slapping.
(Score: 5, Insightful) by Grishnakh on Tuesday January 30 2018, @04:12PM (3 children)
The bad thing is it is not the people with alternative views that get the punishment, but their children. At an age where they are neither able to understand it, nor realistically able to resist.
The problem here is that isn't just some wackos making their kids drink bleach; there's countless places where parents make poor choices for their kids. Look at the parents who indoctrinate their kids with some crazy religion, or teach them that homosexuality is wrong even when the kid is clearly gay. What about parents who join other cults, like Scientology? What about parents who teach kids that education is a waste of time and they should aspire to work in a coal mine? What about parents who don't properly vaccinate their kids, or won't let them have medical treatment that their crazy religion prohibits? What about parents who encourage their kids to use Windows or Apple OSX, or worse, Gnome 3?
Where exactly do we draw the line for what kind of abuse parents are allowed to do, and what abuse they aren't, and how do we decide that? What makes it illegal for parents to feed their kids bleach, but not junk food and McDonald's? What makes it illegal for kids to torture their kids by shackling them and starving them and molesting them (like the 2 freak parents in the news recently), but not for getting them involved in some crazy religion where the preacher molests them? What makes it illegal for them to make them drink bleach, thinking it'll cure them, but not to get their genitalia surgically altered for no reason other than religion?
What we really need is to eliminate parenting altogether, and have the State take over that role with children raised in institutions. Then, to eliminate the problem of the State being run by incompetent humans who also make bad decisions, we need to create an AI to run our government and make these decisions for us, since we're clearly doing a bad job of it, as proven by these bleach-pushing parents.
(Score: 5, Funny) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @04:36PM
You forgot the parents who make their kids use systemd.
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Tuesday January 30 2018, @08:09PM (1 child)
I was two years old. I told my mom it hurt after taking a bath.
For years I thought they gave me a new one
Yes I Have No Bananas. [gofundme.com]
(Score: -1, Spam) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday January 30 2018, @08:27PM
I vividly remember my first orgasm though, because it
was at my mother's hands during one of my baths. I was
embarrassed to have her come in and wash me and I
believe I even voiced that to her, but she wouldn't take
no for an answer. When she was done washing my neck and
ears and back, she told me to stand up. I stood and was
very embarrassed at my penis being in plain sight to
her. But at the same time, I felt a sense of naughtiness
and excitement, which made my cock get stiff as a board
as she was washing my buttocks.
She never made mention of it, until she tried to bring
the washcloth around to wash it and I cupped my hands
over it. She chided me and said she had seen everything
I had and that she was my mother and so on, until my
hands went to my sides. She very professionally washed
my cock and balls, and that was that. Now I didn't have
a horse cock at that age, but it did seem big when it
was stiff a lot bigger. Also the sensation of her
washing my genitals was a pleasant one so I decided this
was okay.
I don't know how many baths transpired, but I do
remember looking forward to having my mother give me a
bath. Especially when I would be asked to stand up with
a proud hard little pecker standing straight out. I grew
to love the feeling of her hands as she would gently
lift my hard little cock to get at my nut sack with the
washcloth.
The bath that I remember the most and with the best
memories came one evening just like usual. I stood up
proudly displaying my hard little pecker in front of my
mother. For some reason that evening I felt even nastier
and more tense than usual. When mom got done washing my
genitals, she held my cock in her hand as she brought
bath water up in her other cupped hand and rinsed my
genitals off. I was disappointed for some reason,
because I knew that from the past this was the end of
the bath.
But then as mom kneeled next to the tub and I stood, she
took her hand and with her index finger and thumb, she
dripped my little peter. I was not circumcised, so she
began to skin the tight foreskin back and forth over my
cockhead. My knees seemed to get weaker, the longer she
did it to me. As she was masturbating me, she asked me
if I had ever done this when it got hard. I hadn't and
answered her honestly. She then to my disappointment
stopped.
She dried me off and that was that.
The next day, in my room, I found a paper bag laying on
a little play
desk that I had. In it was a nudist magazine. Boy did I
feel naughty at
looking at all the naked pictures in that magazine. I
hid it for future
reference, and noted that while looking at the magazine,
little junior sure
did get stiff as a board.
The next night was bath night. I was surprised however
to see my mom come into the bathroom wearing her pajama
bottoms and top. Plus she locked the door behind her.
Nothing was really said until I stood up sporting my
erection as usual. The when mom got done washing my
genitals, she again took my cock between her fingers and
began to gently masturbate me. It seems like my dad at
the time had a night job and didn't get home until way
after my bedtime. I don't know if this had any influence
on what she was doing or not.
Anyway as she was pumping my hard little cock, she asked
me if I had found the book. And told me that she had put
it there for me to look at so I could see the difference
between men and women sexually. She went on to explain
that I was growing up fast and should know about certain
things. All the while her hand kept busy. Up until now,
I had rubbed myself against my bed sheets when hard
until a weird feeling would come up into what seemed
like my belly and then I would quit. I began to feel
that weird sensation as my mom kept up her jerking on my
cock.
I begged her to stop, that it was beginning to hurt it
seemed like. She calmly told me to just let it go and
not to be afraid, that she was there with me. I felt my
knees slightly give out and then felt her other hand cup
my buttocks and prop me up. Something mad me scream and
look down at my cock between her fingers. A stream of
liquid shot out of the end of my penis and splashed
against the wall in front of me.
I could hear mom saying, "Yesssssss that's it let it go,
good boy, OHHHHH what force."
Another big spurt shot out. It felt great as it kept
erupting like a volcano. Each spurt went shorter and
shorter than the one before, until it was just drooling
out of the end. Mom took the washcloth and washed my
genitals all over again, dried me off and that was that.
Surprisingly the next night, mom announced that it was
bath time again. I sure didn't argue, I wanted some more
of what I had gotten the night before for sure. I was
already in the water when mom came in wearing her
pajamas, again and locked the door. The toilet was on
the opposite wall from the tub and the end faced
directly at me and was only about three feet away. To my
surprise, mom pulled her pajama pants down and sat on
the toilet facing me. In that position, I could look
between her legs and see a hairy bush as I heard her
piss flowing into the toilet.
Her piss hadn't finished and I was hard as a rock. As I
watched she finished pissing and then took some toilet
paper from the roll and stood up, her pants down around
her ankles.
I watched mesmerized as she slightly bent her knees and
wiped her hairy slit with the tissue and then threw it
into the bowl and flushed it. Acting as though I wasn't
even there, she pulled up her pajama bottoms and then
looked at me and smiled. "Okay, stand up," she said.
I stood, proudly displaying my hard on for her gaze. She
knelt by the tub and unbuttoned her top, and removed it.
Two magnificent breasts were bobbing free for my gaze.
The aureoles were as big around as a coffee cup. And the
nipples were as big as my thumb is today, and about one
inch long.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock
as she told me that since she had seen so much of me,
that it was only fair that I get to see her. As she
stroked my nearly exploding cock, she told me that
besides, I needed something to look at while I shot my
stuff out. Shoot it out I did, I shot at least twice as
much as the night before and did it ever feel twice as
good. All the while looking at her great tits. After
washing my cock and drying me off, I was sent to bed and
that was that.
This ritual was repeated several times as I remember,
with her topless and me joyously exploding to her
experienced touch. In fact, this may have gone on for a
year or so, since the next thing happening different, I
seem to remember that I had started to grow a very
sparse patch of hair on my nuts and around the shaft of
my cock. I also could tell that my cock had grown, since
mom no longer had to grasp it between two fingers, she
could wrap her hand around it and it even felt better,
that way.
During the other baths, she would quite often piss for
me, although not all of the time. Continually during the
bath and the masturbation she would give me information
on the birds and the bees. This one particular night as
she announced that it was bath time, I was really horny.
By now I had begun to jerk myself off quite often. Mom
continued to provide me with a fresh nudist book now and
then. She often asked me for comments on what I did
after seeing the books.
This particular night she came into the bathroom once I
was in the tub, and went through the pissing ritual,
except when she was done she stood, wiped and then
kicked her bottoms free from her feet and took off her
top. She was now completely nude as she knelt by the
tub.
Instead of me standing in the tub facing the wall, she
had me face her. This position put the tip of my cock
only inches from her smiling face. She reached out and
began to masturbate me slowly. She told me that this was
going to end since I was now old enough to relieve
myself and did not need her to do it. I was almost in
tears as I heard her go on and explain that girls can do
a lot of different things to make a boy feel good.
I looked down at her as she leaned forward and then I
groaned as her warm mouth engulfed my entire cock. I
felt her back off and then her hand pulled my foreskin
back in her mouth and then, I felt the most wonderful
sensation of my life, as her tongue began a rapid
circling of my cockhead. My knees went week as I looked
down on the top of her head. She reached between her
legs and I felt her moan around my ready to shoot cock.
Her hand came from her crotch and went behind me to my
buttocks.
I thought she was going to steady me with her hand
around my buttocks as she had before when I was about to
cum. But instead she had inserted her pussy juice lubed
finger into my asshole. I was about to warn her that I
was going to shoot since I didn't dream she would want
it in her mouth. But her probing finger ended any
warning as I filled my mother's mouth with my cream.
This was the best orgasm yet. I sure did love it and
looked forward to the next one. Mom kept slowly sucking
at my cock until, I guess she got tired and stopped. I
never did go soft, the sensation of her mouth around my
cock stayed with me all night, as I continually jerked
off thinking about it.
I was the one who asked for a bath even earlier than we
had been doing it the next night. Mom just smiled and
said, "Go ahead and get ready." She once again came in
wearing her pajamas. Only this time when she got done
pissing, she stripped and got into the tub with me. She
picked up my washcloth and squatted in the tub until her
hairy bush touched the water.
Then she took the washcloth and ran it up and down her
hairy slit several times, it caused her to moan and
goose bumps broke out all over her tits. She the held
one of her magnificent tits out to me and told me to
suck and bite the nipple. I gladly obliged as I felt my
hard cock do several springs against my belly. She had
me suck both her nipples then bite then gently. During
which her hand went underwater and she groaned as she
closed it around my hard shaft.
I was about to cum underwater when she abruptly got out
of the tub. She dried her pussy and sat on the toilet
seat with the top down. She spread her legs and told me
to get out of the tub. She had me kneel between her legs
as she spread her womanhood wide and gave me a
comprehensive anatomy lesson I'll never forget. Then
with her coaching me, I brought her to climax with my
tongue. I loved it and couldn't get enough, she finally
stopped me and told me she was too sensitive there for
me to continue.
She asked me if I was close to shooting, I admitted that
I sure was. She told me she was going to show me how men
and women make babies, but that I should enjoy it longer
so she would suck me off again before she showed me
anything else. I sure was glad to hear that, and filled
her mouth almost immediately upon entering.
She stopped sucking once I was finished and licked all
over my cock and balls. Then she slowly tongued and
alternately masturbated me to full hardness. She said,
"Now you will learn how babies are made". She had me get
on my knees between her spread legs. I couldn't help but
notice the large amount of clear fluid on the toilet
seat top and over her pussy hair and thighs. In her
position on the toilet, she was too high for me to get
my cock into her pussy, so she moved over and sat on the
edge of the tub.
The height here was just right, and my hard cock tip
easily slid in between her hairy pink lips. The
sensation on the tip of my cock was such a tremendously
wonderful feeling, to this day I can still feel it! She
told me to gently push my hips forward. I moved only
slightly, and to her squeal and my delight, I sank my
cock all the way into my first pussy. She wrapped her
arms around my back and steadily gave me instructions on
how to fuck her. Explaining that when my cock shoots its
cream into her there, that her insides would take the
cream and start a baby.
Even though I was in heaven, my cock seemed to have a
mind of its own, and the wonderful feeling kept up,
without the urge to cum. Mom on the other hand was
pumping her hips back to me at each stroke and seemed to
get more and more out of breath as she continued to give
me my sex education! All of a sudden, she gave one big
thrust and then crushed me to her chest and began
gasping for breath. I felt those two hard nipples, get
unbelievably stiffer and almost hurt as they bored into
my chest. I felt the velvet walls of her vagina grasp
and release my cock several times, then a warm fluid
seemed to engulf it as she began to shudder.
When she calmed down and let go of her grip on me, she
explained that she had just had a beautiful orgasm, much
better than when I sucked her. I was beaming and proud,
as she called me a good lover and told me how some day I
would make a nice girl a good husband. But at that
moment, I wanted to be in nobody's pussy but hers.
Mom squeezed my cock with her vagina muscles, and said,
"Okay, now its time for you to experience ejaculating
into a vagina." By the way, She did teach me all the
vulgar names for a penis and vagina, but always used the
real terms in front of me. My cock began to swell as she
started once again to slide that hot moist sheath over
my cock. As I felt myself getting near the edge, she
must have sensed it also, and did the same thing as lat
time, while I spurted heavily into her hot vagina. After
resting she had me pull out and washed herself and my
cock off with a washcloth.
That was it except one more thing. She explained to me
that some girls I may run in to may like to have me put
my penis in where they poop from, was the words she
used. But that it was not very common and all girls
don't like it there, her being one of them. She did
however bend over for me and spread her cheeks and show
me exactly where she was talking about.
The next day was probably one of the most heart breaking
days of my life. When I joyously announced that it was
bath time. Mom explained to me that it would never
happen again. If it were done again, it would be wrong.
What had been done so far, she considered in the
interest of my sexual and mental education and must
above all remain our secret. (Something she was
constantly reminding me of). Despite the weeks to
follow, with me begging, it was to no avail. She meant
what she said.
It wasn't until I was almost 16 years old that there was
ever a word of us having sex ever mentioned. That came
about partially due to my dad's death in a car accident.
And a frustrating date that I had been on.
Dad had been gone for almost a year when this occurred.
I had been out on a date with a tease and got only feels
and felt, without as much as her even jerking me off.
Some of the girls I went with demanded I settle for a
hand job, others gave blowjobs, and then there was
always one or two who would go the whole route. Anyway
this particular night as I said, I was in a state! My
balls were killing me, and I was planning on relieving
the situation by hand when I got home.
My mother had just come home minutes before I had from a
night out with my aunt and a couple of other girls. She
was dressed very nice in a skirt, stockings, heels and a
silk blouse. Plus she smelled so good that when she
kissed me hello, I grabbed her and gave her a very
forceful kiss, as my cock immediately stiffened against
her pubic bone. She finally broke the kiss and pushed me
away. "YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT! I'M SURPRISED AT YOU!"
She went on to scold me and remind me of what had been
said years before. But she did have me sit down and
explained something to me that I had always wondered
about. That was how she ever came to teaching me so
graphically what sex was about.
In my younger age I was curious about sex, along with a
good friend of mine. He and I had built a sort of fort
out in a field by our house. We quite often discussed
our little hard penises and things. We even did a few
experiments. Neither of us was masturbating yet, but to
us the only place to put a hard cock was in the other
guy's asshole.
So every once in a while when we were alone, we would
take turns attempting this. We had no concept of
lubrication and penetration was never achieved by either
of us. But it felt pleasurable and we'd keep it up until
it felt weird and then trade places.
Well, unbeknownst to us, my father had been suspecting
some sort of hanky panky in the fort. Although he
suspected smoking. He was not at all prepared to sneak
up on the fort and watch his young son standing with his
pants around his ankles while his male friend attempted
to fuck him in the ass. Then watch as his son tried the
same on his friend. Instead of saying anything then and
there, he snuck back away, and related what he had seen
to my mother.