PAEDOGEDDON....

Imagine this. There‘s men and women in mobs. They‘re carrying sticks, bats, and other weapons. They‘re angry. Screaming and shouting abuse. If they could get their hands on their target they’ll tear them apart and leave them dead or at the very least with broken bones.

Feet away are scared, frightened children.

This is Peterborough Crown Court, 2002. These children are actually, allegedly being ‘protected’ by this mob from the evil of a suspected paedophile. They aren’t being protected from violence. They aren’t being protected from hypocrisy. They aren’t being protected by anyone.

These things aren’t reported in the paper. I don’t tend to pay much attention to the papers. There is a reason for this.

GONE

Every day in the United Kingdom, hundreds of people go missing. Some voluntarily, some not so. One day they were there. The next they weren’t. It was if they were suddenly removed from the earth. The tide came out, and when it came back in, it washed their footprints away, almost as if they had never been there.

Some people just take a different turning and walk out of their lives forever. Some of them are abducted on streets. Nobody really knows what happens then, and most of us I suspect wouldn’t even want to imagine.

All of these people are loved. They all have friends,, and family. Each one is a tragedy. But not always the kind that makes the front page. Nothing in this is to demean or reduce the enormity of the pain suffered, but it’s not a unique experience. Sadly, this happens every day. Young and old, male and female, hundreds of people go missing every day in the United Kingdom alone.

BURY THE NEWS IN A QUIET WEEK

It’s only a quiet news week that makes some of these people ordinary, quiet tragedies, and the other national issues.

And on the front page of newspapers, innocent smiling faces peer out. Hopeful of the men they may yet meet. The dreams they carry. The children they may parent.

And overlaid over these pictures, in huge 72 point Arial, bland truisms spewed forth by frantic, caffeine-rushed ‘writers’. For all peoples claims that the brevity of tabloid writing is a virtue, the gross oversimplification, the vast stupid brushstrokes of a dumbed down culture are an insult to human intelligence.

“THE DAY HOPE DIED”.
or
“INNOCENCE MURDERED. WHY?”

My hope died the day I realised that the man who represented Labour, the man who claimed to speak for us and is the leader of the traditional left-wing party in the UK, is actually a rightwing reactionary conservative fuck warmongering lapdog of America. That’s the day my hope died - when the man elected to represent us drags us reluctantly kicking and screaming into a war boasting that we will pay the ‘blood-price’.

So don’t dare fucking speak for me.

NO-ONE IS INNOCENT

Nobody is innocent anymore. If anything mankind is probably more innocent now than ever. The age of civilisation has drastically reduced the ancient barbaric practices that these days would probably be splashed all over the front page. There was no innocence to be murdered - the human state has not been ‘innocent’ or ‘ignorant’ for as long as I - or anyone else - can recall, or history can record.

Mankind wasn’t innocent during the Vietnam war.
Mankind wasn’t innocent during the Holocaust.
Mankind wasn’t innocent during the Battle Of The Somme.

There has never been this hallowed state of ‘innocence’ that the newspaper claim has always just been murdered. It’s a hollow nostalgic pipedream used to peddle papers. Innocence wasn’t murdered - it never existed.

And the papers hark back to some forgotten, golden age that never even existed. A place that couldn’t actually exist in real life - where crime and muggings just didn’t happen, where you could leave your front door open when you went out, the sort of place that exists in Hollywood movies and the demented idealistic dreams of extreme rightwingers and scared middle Englanders.

HYPOCRISY ON THE FRONT PAGE

Five year olds walk around in t-shirts with “If You Think I’m Cute You Should See My Mother”, dressed up in short skirts, nail varnish, and looking to all intents and purposes, like shrunken dwarf fuck dolls. A world where sex, and sexuality, are ingrained into you from birth, and possibly sooner. See. Nobody is innocent.

A minor is depicted near topless in a newspaper with the words “She’s Looking Chest Swell” underneath. But anybody who actually has sex with a minor is an evil bad man according to the paper. The same one that invites you to gaze lustily at a minor. Look, but don’t touch.. Until the second she turns 16. And then its alright.

Hypocrisy is the greatest luxury

But the press are just grooming the minor. Preparing her for the day she ‘cums of age’ and can be part of the big bad world of modelling, page 3, and offers of hardcore porn. In the same way that the wicked paedophile ‘grooms’ minors. Both practices are somewhat morally suspect. But yet whereas the paedophile acts before the arbitrary numerical boundary of 16, the press act the day she turns 16. The press are as bad as the people they vilify.

HOLD THE PRESS

The press is full of the illiterate ramblings of unfeeling journalists whose job it is to file copy but don’t think about what they are saying or why. And don’t have to pay the consequences for their reactionary, short sighted hysteria. Find someone who looks guilty, and put their picture on the front page. That’ll sell papers. Tomorrow it’ll be Jordan’s unfeasably large tits.

That Michael Barrymore, he was always a bit dodgy wasn’t he? Was he? Well, why didn’t you say so before you spineless fucks? Or was he just ‘awright’ in those days? At what point did he become evil? Was it when his programmes stopped being ‘good’? Or was it when he allegedly pushed coke onto drunk locals and left their corpses in swimming pools?

For every young girl that goes missing and later turns up rotting in a backwater wood, there are hundreds of other, unreported tragedies. Hundreds of other people who disappear from their lives, hundreds of other bodies that are discovered in dank and dark places and go unreported. I should know. I used to work for the Government agency that investigated the murders. And there’s hundreds and hundreds of them that don’t appear in the press.

Despite the tragedy, the only reason that Milly, Holly, Sarah, Jessica and the rest appear on the front pages is because its been a slow week in the press, and the pages need filling.

No-one’s interested in the murder of a prostitute. Or the battering of a housewife. It’s not glamorous. It doesn’t sell papers. Even though those crimes are just as awful, just as evil and depraved as the murder of a child.

But these people don’t fit the idealised, hypothetical image of innocence. It doesn’t make the acts any less horrific. Or the facts any less newsworthy.

But the implication is that it’s more tolerable to murder an adult, because they aren’t innocent. That adults are somehow corrupt.

MOB RULE

Paedophilia is an evil crime. Nothing, nothing should possibly excuse such a crime. Find those who have actually committed the crimes, and put them on an island. Surround it with a wall. Parachute in food. Once you go in, you don’t come out. Turn the Isle Of Man into a maximum security prison. If you must. But don’t revert back to primitive mob rule.

But don‘t capitulate to “Sarah‘s Law”.

That’s a good idea. Publish the names and addresses of paedophiles. Watch as gang rule takes over. Watch as packs of hundreds of enraged locals kick down doors, plant letter bombs, and murder other people. But it’s OK. Because these mobs are performing ‘good violence’ and the others ’bad violence’. But all violence is bad. See the people they’re murdering, maiming, bombing and attacking deserve it. Doesn’t matter if they’re actually guilty or not - this is the modern Witchhunt. Welcome back to Mob Rule.

You don’t even need to be guilty - you just need suspicion. You just need to have a similar name and live somewhere near where a suspected kiddie-fiddler is. That Mr. Smith eh? Doesn’t matter which Mr. Smith. Just get the fucker. Kick down his door and kill him. Cover him in petrol and set him alight. Go on, do it. We KNOW he’s guilty. So by murdering him, we must be doing the right thing. Evening out the balance of injustice. We’re doing it for the children. Protect the children. Protect them from the stupid mobrule fucks who claim to act in their best interests.

He’ll say he’s innocent, but they all say that, so he must be guilty. And if they’re made of wood, and weigh the same as a duck, they must be a witch. Burn her! Burn her!

HYPOCRISY THE GREATEST LUXURY

Peterborough Crown Court 2002. The adults who terrify the children, who shout abuse and incite violence are the violent dumbfuck lynch mob that actually is pretending to act in these children’s best interests. The children are scared and unhappy, threatened by violence and a screaming mob demanding blood. Ignored by their parents.

The next day, on the front page of “The Sun“. A blackened, charred row of terraced houses. A row of bodies. Tragedy everywhere. That is the consequence of “Sarah’s Law”. When mobs of angry idiots set fire to houses and treat other people inhumanely.

When people firebomb the house of a Pediatrician in Cardiff because the mob are too pigshit dumb to know the difference between a Pediatrician and a Paedophile. And they got the name out of that famed meeting point of Paedophiles, they looked under ‘Pediatrician’ in the Yellow Pages. What kind of sex offender advertises in the Yellow Pages his own, illegal occupation? He must be stupid. As stupid as the mob that firebombed the house of the Innocent they claim to uphold.

Or when a family of four was firebombed because the house they lived in had occupied a man on the Sex Offenders Register some years ago. But that makes firebombing innocent families OK doesn’t it? because we’ve got to protect the children.

Make all Paedos wear outfits with yellow stars on them, so we can keep our children safe. They’re going to go for the Jews next you know.

We still have policemen. There’s still this thing called The Law. But its ok to break The Law isn’t it? When those filthy kiddie fiddlers are around. And we all know that the law protects the guilty more than the innocent. (After all, The Enron executives still walk free). And after all, the instant you are accused of a crime you lose your rights, and become a low down dirty animal. like a crab. And according to Dr. Fox, A Paedo has more in common genetically with a crab than a human being don’t they?

That is the consequence of the dumbing down of popular culture by illiterate fucks with contracts for Fleet Street. That is how hope died. That is the day innocence was murdered. When vengeful little twits demanded we pay the blood price for oil, sorry, I mean when vengeful little twits demand we pay the blood price for our intolerance, for their prejudices, for their desire to avenge the murder of a child on someone, ANYONE, who looks guilty, different or a little bit weird.

Hell. I live alone. I’m not married anymore. For all they know, I could be the lone killer with a highly trained VCR on children playing out in the street. And my collection of “Magic Roundabout” videos and “Toy Story” DVD’s? We know why they’re really there... they’re just bait to lure children in aren’t they?

This is the way that the world ends. Mankind regresses to a state of kneejerk, spastic, retarded emotional deadlock. Paedogeddon here we come.

Protect the children. Behave like good parents. Look after your children. Don’t neglect them while you’re too busy kicking down doors in violent, hate-filled, evil pig mobs. Because you will reap what you sow, and they will follow your example.

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