[This is a post that has been flying in many Spanish-language forums. Emphasis added]

THE ROCK-HEAVY, A CANCER TO SOCIETY:

Brothers, it is true that there are things that the devil has created to catch young and brainwashed minds, things that deviate from the path of salvation. Sex, drugs, TV, ... and especially music. I want to talk about a very poor music genre, the "rock-heavy" music that corrupts the soul as soon as it is heard. That is the reason why the "rockers" are despicable beings, beings who enjoy dirt and vital hedonism, uneducated demonic monsters that barely show emotion. It may seem that they are living things, but from my point of view, they are not human. They have our appearance, but evil covers their souls. They are not ours. They are scum who do not deserve any sympathy. It's that rotten apple that corrupts the rest of the basket. A cancer to be exterminated. Therefore, our immediate requirement is to rid of our civilized society such individuals through discrimination and violence. But remain calm, the use of evil to fight evil is a service, it is not something that we should repent. It is no sin. Is it wrong to kill a murderer? ... Not at all! Rather, it is a service to the Community.

[the post then describes many "examples" of rock bands doing disgusting things (e.g. Judas Priest driving teens to suicide, Gene Simmons drinking blood, etc.). Afterwards he speaks of his personal experience with his son]

I had a dream. My son Daniel was listening to rock music. From the stereo emerged flames and fire. Then a rock musician with horns and tail appeared. It was Satan. My son knelt before him and undressed. Then the demon began to violently sodomize him, and the worst of all is that my son enjoyed it. Gestures and groans of pleasure were issued by my poor son. It was hell. I awoke between sweat and tears. I began to reflect on this horrible vision, until I came to the conclusion that this was a warning of my Father Jehovah.

Intrigued, I went to my son's room and woke him up. I unconsciously looked under his bed, and there it was again the demon: an old walkman, several rock-heavy tape cassettes, and several magazines of that nauseating music. I could not contain myself. I gave him such a beating I doubt he will remain more willing to listen to that music. I had been betrayed; the demon was back inside him. I had no choice but to punish him physically.

Do not see me as a villain, I did what any good parent would do in my place. Do you think it is easy to poke your own child with a mop stick for half an hour? Do you think it's easy for a decent parent like me to chain your firstborn in a dark room for a month? Thus was the way I expelled evil from my house, and all the parents that are in my old situation I recommend to do so very much.