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TeeHee The only way to raise a good daughter is to homeschool her

AsiaCel

AsiaCel

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The truth is, the public schools have been overrun by Jewish ideas and socialization WILL lead to corruption of your daughter (and boys). I regularly come across primary/secondary school kids coming home and hear them talking about their gf/bf and sometimes they walk like an adult couple would. (Nah, I hate people and I won't seek them on purpose)

Making public 'education' mandatory is just cruel and exposed children to evil, godless, soulless, satanic ideas.

I know a friend of mine who got with a German virgin foid who was homeschooled until she was 18. She was VERY attached to my friend and their family have good connections with him.
 
all kids should be homeschooled. public schools is like prison nothing but bullys.
 
I will never have a daughter or any child.

Women don't want to procreate with subhumans.
 
Homeschooling helps but she is still exposed to the zeitgeist of social media and other forms of advertising
 
I know a friend of mine who got with a German virgin foid who was homeschooled until she was 18. She was VERY attached to my friend and their family have good connections with him.

I hope the couples are of the same German race.


Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein
und das heißt: Erika.
Heiß von hunderttausend kleinen Bienelein
wird umschwärmt Erika,
denn ihr Herz ist voller Süßigkeit,
zarter Duft entströmt dem Blütenkleid.
Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein
und das heißt: Erika.

In der Heimat wohnt ein kleines Mägdelein
und das heißt: Erika.
Dieses Mädel ist mein treues Schätzelein
und mein Glück, Erika.
Wenn das Heidekraut rot-lila blüht,
singe ich zum Gruß ihr dieses Lied.
Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein
und das heißt: Erika.

In mein'm Kämmerlein blüht auch ein Blümelein
und das heißt: Erika.
Schon beim Morgengrau'n sowie beim Dämmerschein
schaut's mich an, Erika.
Und dann ist es mir, als spräch' es laut:
"Denkst du auch an deine kleine Braut?"
In der Heimat weint um dich ein Mägdelein
und das heißt: Erika.
 

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