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It's time to fight


That's it! I can't take it anymore! I have to address the topic. I am absolutely SICK of how big the porn industry is getting! It's absolutely disgusting! Until now I've just sat back casually, hoping that the Fight The New Drug movement would do some good, but I now realize they can't do anything without us. It's time for us to join them. It's time for all of us to fight!

Porn is disgusting. It makes me sick. There is nothing good about it. It distorts the mind, harms the body, and ruins the soul. It's a drug more harmful than any other. PORN KILLS LOVE. That is a fact.

What an absolute tragedy it is when someone trades real love for the temporary satisfaction of porn. It literally brings me to tears when I hear of a family torn apart by it's vile influence. I can't stand to think of how many hearts have been shattered because of it.

Do you know what real love is?  I mean real, lasting, meaningful love? Let me tell you. Real love is completely selfless. It awakes in you a willingness to sacrifice everything you have for that one special person. When you are in love you put their needs before your own, no matter how inconvenient or difficult those needs may be. Day or night, near or far, rain or shine, through thick and thin you are there for them. Always. Forever. No matter what. 

THAT is love. THAT is what we are fighting for. THAT is what the world needs. REAL. LASTING. LOVE.

Not only is porn the opposite of love, it destroys everything that love is. It distorts the mind into thinking that love is temporary and isn't worth fighting for.  Why do you think more than half of all marriages in the Unites States end in divorce? It's because we are forgetting how to truly love.

We can change this. We can be the generation that rids the world of porn. I plead with you; I'm begging you to stand and fight! We can do this! We can fight this drug! We can fight this industry! Make it known to all the world what porn really is: a love killer.

 Become a fighter. Join the movement. Spread the word. Fight for love.

 www.fightthenewdrug.org

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