Hey Faust, Delboy, Dan.
Things are always this simple - The ethos of these lobbyists is very simple. ‘We want to fuck kids. We don’t want to go to jail.’ It is the illusion of “everybody can be reasonable and reasoned with. We are all one.” that makes situations complex. Polite society seeks to assimilate what it sees as abhorrent, but, for all that abhorrency - simular. Talk to it. Draw it back from the edge of the abyss and have tea with it. Make it nice.
I suspect that the “kill 'em all crew” see a paedophile not as a person but as a thing. There is no hatred there because, well, I don’t hate a street-dog, but I’d kill it in a trice if it threatened my son. You don’t hate an object for simply fulfilling its purpose. But you do render it inoperable if it threatens you.
This is why a monster in human form confuses people. “I am not a monster. They are a monster. But they look exactly like me. They act much like me. If they are a monster - Does that mean I might be a monster too…?”
Then they hate - they hate not because of the difference between themselves and the object of their hatred, but because of what they secretly suspect may be the simularity. In the act of hating they attempt to ostracize from themselves the abhorred trait.
The film Lolita was so shocking in its time I suspect not because of its portrayal of underage sexuality, but of its portrayal of what was a respectable, urbane and handsome man (ie the ideal posterboy of polite society) responding to that juvenile sexuality, of not being able to help himself.
But this hatred has no place to go. There own abhorence of violence leaves it with no where to go. So they are left with no choice but to attempt to assimulate. To be fair.
It would never get the tip of the iceberg - because the tip of the iceberg, if NAMBLA have any brains at all, would be beyond reproach, ‘Nobly’ restraining themselves whilst the ‘temporary’ legal nicities were being debated. “Oh the sacrifice”… Etc. “But we deeply respect the law” “We do not wish to be part of an immoral practice - we only ask the right to question current models of society…” etc.
Whiter than white, with chrome-plated smiles.
You compare it to organized crime. This is a mistake. The actual crimes in the case of organized crime can be imagined. There is always a reasonably clear-cut victim, and a perp. With sex and children, things can get blurred.
You know where you are with crime. We see someone get shot on telly every day, we idly fantasize about shooting our boss, and suffer only the mildest pangs of conscience. Stealing - we’ve all nicked something in our time - and secretly applaud a good bank-robbery plan, wether on the screen or in real-life. Even at a push, a little hanky-panky tough sex fantasy - not quite rape - but near enough to get the adrenaline going.
But sex with a child, hurting a child, this falls under the ‘doesn’t bear imagining’ catagory of human action. That’s the problem.
Children are surprisingly strong. It would take quite an effort to hold one down, unless they were very young. Make you quite sweaty perhaps. You might have to punch them to shut them up. Or threaten to kill their mum and dad. Then you’ll have to get their little clothes off. Get yours off too. You’ll look at the bare terror on their innocent little faces, convince yourself they like it, want it - Or just get off on the power trip, the eagerness to break something so untouched, so fragile. Whatever - You’ll get hard. And then you’ll put your cock into their mouth - prising it open perhaps - telling them not to scream, not to bite or you’ll hurt them, hurt them bad. Then you’ll fuck them, maybe in the ass.
Horrible even to imagine something like that. Even as I wrote I was aware of something inside me staying aloof - saying “not me not me - only for effect only for effect.” Why. Hume I think says we are only a bunch of remembered bundles of sensations, some kind of theatre. If that is so then there is not much difference, except in resolution of sensation, between imagining an event or action, and actually physically enacting that action. Or at least the two are near enough to make ourselves uncomfortable. And the human mind is very good at ‘skipping over’ what makes it uncomfortable.
I would say that to your average Joe or Jill on the street the actual act of paedophillic sex is so disturbing as to be something they cannot allow themselves even to imagine in depth. Lest the imagined sin somehow stick. Hell - I have dreams I remember just as vividly as what I catagorize as ‘real’ events in my life. Who is to say my identity such as it is does not dangle any less from these unreal memories than from the real…?
No-one allows themselves to even imagine the act. They shy away from admitting there are people around who walk like them, talk like them and derive enjoyment from this unimaginable act. This leaves society weak in its face. This leaves the reasonable man vunerable to manipulation.
Don’t guess at what I am Faust, and I will do you the same courtesy.
Yes - but these are minded viruses DelBoy, and they don’t even register as viral. Stupidly - Freedom of speech and all that - we don’t believe that words can hurt us. But of course they can.
And Delboy - I am not a might-makes-rightist.
I am a father.
Jon.