Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Some people should not procreate


Heath and Deborah Campbell of Easton Pennsylvania are upset that the local "ShopRite" grocery store refuses to make a birthday cake for their three-year-old son with the boy's full name on it.

I feel sorry for this kid.

He didn't pick his name. It was his parents who decided to name their son "Adolph Hitler Campbell." Now the boy has to deal with that name, at least until he reaches the age where he can legally change his name. His siblings have a similar problem. JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, his sister turns two in a few months, and his baby sister Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell is six months old.

We named our firstborn son after a man who is noted several times in the Bible for loving God wholeheartedly. A name carries great significance. It embodies the hopes, aspirations, and heritage passed from the parents to the next generation of their family. Unfortunately, hatred and evil can be passed along instead of a positive legacy of faith, honor, love, and respect.

My main reason to have sympathy for this boy is not that he can't get a birthday cake. It is that his parents are raving idiots who have no business reproducing.

3 comments:

todd said...

It probably would have been worse for the kid if they had named him "Jesus". And at least it wasn't "Sue" like Johnny Cash sang about.

The Donald said...

Family values gone awry...

Wonder what kind of upbringing the parents had?

I know it's folly to think that everyone shares my values, or even should. But still, it's really tough to imagine what would possess them to name those kids that way.

Or is it?

I hope a lot of people will pray for this family - they could use it.

The Donald said...

Don:

Your comment about what's in a name is well-taken.

I am named after my grandfather (and in turn, named my firstborn after my father, resulting in four generations of DRRs - my father and I have different middle names).

As a child, I visited my grandparents in a small town (2500 pop.) many summers. I was always mindful of my name and to not dishonor the family. My grandparents were not materially wealthy, but were well known and well regarded - my grandmother's father had been Police Chief of the town, probably in the '20s or '30s. My grandmother played organ & piano in the Presbyterian Church for 42 years, as well as at most of the services in the local funeral home.

Now, having named four children, I am finally aware not only of how my actions affect my kids' names, and theirs mine, but of how all of our actions reflect on His name.

Sometimes I wish I'd thought more of this earlier.