Joking is a way to cope, though.

I love my baby dearly and would never do anything to harm her. I still regularly joke with other parents about posting a “baby for sale” sign outside my house. It helps me deal with the lack of sleep, poopsplosions, and, more recently, nipple-bites.

Humour is a reasonably mature coping method, and thought crime should never be a thing.

This kind of black-and-white thinking is holding back so much positive change in the world.
Yes, any amount of alcohol is worse for your health than none, but being mindful of your consumption is still better than getting plastered every weekend.