James Dobson Meets His Maker. (It Is The Devil.)

[Zorro]

Get the fuck out, Dobson, goodbye!

James Dobson is dead. Finally. This awful homophobe made the world a significantly worse place by his living in it. His brand of hate was tremendously influential in the modern Republican Party. Future Americans should look at Dobson with contempt and disgust, much like the racist scum of our collective past and of the Trump administration today.

Born in 1936 in Shreveport, Louisiana, a town that has provided nothing but wonderful gifts to American life, Dobson grew up in the Nazarene church. The Nazarenes are pretty far out fundamentalist. Dancing and movies were pure sin and any good Nazarene could not be involved in such horrors. And Dobson was fully immersed in that. His father was an uneducated iterant minister traveling through the Southwest, where this stuff had its strongest pull.

Dobson became interested in psychology, which was also seen as sinful by a lot of his fellow religionists. Nonetheless, he thought he could serve the Lord by attaching that to Christianity. He developed a combination that was the worst of both evangelicalism and psychology, creating a special category of evil in the world. He went to what is today Point Loma Nazarene University and then finished a doctoral degree in psychology at the University of Southern California in 1967. Unfortunately, the sins of the secular hells of higher education did not rub off on Dobson and he came out of that as determined to spew his fundamentalism as ever. In fact, he stayed on at USC as a Clinical Professor of Pediatrics at the USC School of Medicine. And he was there for 14 years, so he still had steady work while he pushed his grift, which was mostly at first about hitting the kid so the little brat behaves.

From the very beginning of his public career, Dobson was horrible. He came to public light in 1970 with his child raising manual, Dare to Discipline. This book made him the anti-Benjamin Spock. It was openly pro-corporal punishment. He claimed to oppose child abuse, but his guidelines on this were much more vague than they were on beating the crying kids. It was supposed to be about self-control and if anyone ever moved beyond that to the point that they enjoyed whacking the little brat then they shouldn’t be hitting their kids. But how can one even know this at the time?

In a follow-up book, The Strong-Willed Child, which also advocated beating the hell out of the brats, Dobson stated about how long the beating should go on: “Yes, I believe there should be a limit. As long as the tears represent a genuine release of emotion, they should be permitted to fall. But crying quickly changes from inner sobbing to an expression of protest. […] Real crying usually lasts two minutes or less but may continue for five. After that point, the child is merely complaining, and the change can be recognized in the tone and intensity of his voice. I would require him to stop the protest crying, usually by offering him a little more of whatever caused the original tears.” Ah yes, keep hitting the child until their will gives up. What can go wrong?

https://www.wonkette.com/p/james-dobson-meets-his-maker-it-is

[OAITW r.2.0]

1. One less hateful person in this world.

That's a plus.

[Demovictory9]

2. Kick

[love_katz]

3. When it comes to fundy fanatics...

...every accusation they make is a confession.

Good riddance to some very toxic rubbish.



Excellent obit of Dobson by Wonkette.