The Evils of Christianity (Now with fewer grammatical errors!)
I'd like to propose a ban on the Chronicles of Narnia books, because they promote the evils of Christianity. On the face of things, they are merely fantastical stories about a group of siblings who are transported to another world by way of an old wardrobe. A world full of mythical beasts, magical inhabitants and time-bending phenomena. But in reality, these are all allegorical references to C.S. Lewis's Christian beliefs, a fact which is readily admitted by the author. He has never even tried to deny his attempt to draw unsuspecting children into the hate mongering, self-righteous religion. On the contrary! He actually revels in his perversity because he is, in fact, a theologian! He's all about the Christianity, unlike Ms.Rowling who has never endorsed any religion whatsoever in any of her novels. I don't want my children, and other people’s children, exposed to the misogynistic and closed minded teachings of such a horrible and deceitful cult as Christianity. This religion’s factions generally have no respect for life; In fact Christianity is responsible for more suffering, death and murder than drugs and abortion combined. I believe it is in the best interests of our society to stamp this blight out. The very least we can do is to prevent our children from being exposed to its evils in their very schools, which are, ideally, places to open and expand the mind, not places of censorship and rigidity.
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