"A central characteristic of any abuse is the dominant position of an adult that allows him or her to force or coerce a child into sexual activity."
from "Understanding Child Sexual Abuse"
http://www.apa.org/releases/sexabuse/
Thankfully, this runaway train is beginning to slow. At least in the middle schools and high, just under the calendar line where you are either to spend life in the penitentiary, or a day later, to be lauded for your score.
I am beginning to see media coverage of these events where the rhetoric is less inflamed, where some shrift is given to the hysteria factor, and where kids are proving to have been once again pampered and primed for the pinch by people who should have no vincinity to the execution of prosecution in such matters.
There is a local case wherein a child wandered in next door, came silently into a room where her neighbor was watching porno on his computer. He was charged with sexual child abuse for letting her watch it, even though he had not heard her come in. He faces a minimum of five to ten. The local asst prose attorney is one koo koo clinched whitebread bitch who wears a cross smugly in court. Last I heard from my buddies who are watching the courts, this existential mite is expected to go down hard for his noncrime.
And there was yet another case--a repeated scenario--wherein again a homeless man pissing in the bushes was arrested for sexual child abuse; during the court process, the judge asked the da why he was not charged with exposure instead of the sexual abuse on a child charge: the da did not miss a beat, but stated that this was exemplarily egregious because the homeless man had a long schlong, and kept swinging it to free the drips. Realizing her legally framed joke bore no real metaphorical punchline, the da quickly added that he didn't have to swing it "that long." (The bailiffs, at least, got the pun.) The judge in this case, inspiring to all who worry at the trend of the courts, dismissed the charges and simply regarded the asst da with a kind of hopelss despair. These kind of things make sense to people who surround this issue, their nonblinking eyes glazed with the frenzy of mobs, their lurid mania imbibing more their own cooked hormonal cocktail than the wine of righteous witness.
The kids, who all across the country are beginning to realize the immense power that comes with such solicited victimhood, are getting hip; numbers have beome demure and coy when class clowning, taunting teachers with tongue in cheek; this too backfires because, when everybody has to stop smirking, and unless the unhinged parents demand it, these middle schoolers are loath to miming the pretext for the public, and would rather continue the winking they have already often demonstrated as their own response to the horror of the effect.
I reiterate my theory that this is a fascist construct--igniting a frenzy 24/7 over the tube, labelling a certain group of people to be below the legal radar, where legal process and logic give way to flaming, retributive justice. Facist regimes always come up with this kind of special victim, hoping to prove the law to be inadequate, so just trust justice to the badge. In Nazi Germany, the Jew was oft depicted as a child molester and a child murderer. The pedophiles have become the new Jews, it seems. This constant plying against the normally rational resolve of the public is worked in coordination with Muslims in general, wherein because of the terrorism of it all, they too are not worth a trial but only a hanging. It helps the machinations of the methods of those new neocon instituttions like Gitmo, and renditions conducted in wide world.
A brilliant plan. Pedophiles, in spite of repeated misrepresentations to the contrary, can be helped. Psychologists willing to say they cannot are simply those four-year test takers who pay for and finally get the diploma, their license to pretense, and have no clue as to how to address the issue therapeutically, as soon as they get out or thirty years later. They remain therapeutically useless to all but the most naive blissninnies who learn they must have "only positive feelings today." But they are available to those who foment with blood lust a demand of subscription to condemn absolutely. Whatever the battlefield, the churlish slugs turn out in plentitude to be bought.
Just another way in which the neocon fascists are undermining the legal system, trashing the constitution, and using the law to mold the populace into contractual control.
Wait! This is about kids. Never mind. Hang everybody within a ten mile radius, especially when the witness says the guy walking by made her feel "creepy."
Meanwhile, let Chris Hansen, who could replace Ralph Fiennes in portraying the concentration camp colonel, continue to lure innocents in off the net, and prosecute people who have committed no crime, but were ensnared by the lurid promise of a spicy slice of sweet sixteen chicken. I got news for Hansen. Continue on and expect your audience to diminish as the usual suspects list will grow exponentially. This will end when the only mutt left to lure is Hansen himself, who, in a moment of overwhelming tumescence, will break down and beg the completely nonexistent teen skank to give it to him, too. It is all just virtual, after all.
This particular show, which in Roman times would have opened the matinee at the Arena, is ghastly in its own right. It is reprehensible and it serves a fascist cause. Fascists think like Hansen does--arrest them before they commit the crime. They are, and there is no other more apt title, the Thought Police. It all churns on having a place to hang your unspecified hate. It is right up there with those who believe torturing for information reveals significant results. It is sick. Camus and Sartre would see it as yet another proof of the absurd.
Meanwhile, the little lad who scored so immortally by getting goldenshowered by that breathtakingly beautiful minx middle school teacher is now having a lot of anger issues, shame issues, etc., and is having a hard time in the presence of more that three people. None of this because of the sexual escapade--all of it due to the carnival of the exposure.
Guess who he is most angry at?
That's right--righteous mom, who crucified her son publicly in order to burn the witch for the puritan urgers.
The witch walked, by the way. Both the judge and her attorney were simply reduced to the same simple puddle each man is when just such a rare minx wanders in. Had she been less comely, she would under the prison forever, linked to Herbert's "pain amplifier, for eternity." Her attorney had actually already stated his whole case, which in the end did win, when he coined the motto of the whole spectacle--like "tossing raw meat to the lions." That line still retains the most mileage among the local legal community. It has become the du jour cosmic plea among joking lawyers--to use when doubt is beyond question--it cannot be done! guilt be damned! it would be like "tossing meat to the lions . . ." You know the legal system is awry when the most reprehensible transgression if forgiven but by the grace of vanity and our new communal narcissism.
The mother is already weary of being the hero of the zealots; she tries to smile gamely when her call-to-witness chain is jerked, but regret is starting to hang in little corners of her knawing doubt. She may have irretrievably lost her son to the cost he now bears, forever and everywhere, world wide. He will never live it down. He could have.
The son is wounded by his mother well beyond that proffered by the maddening blond's incindiary intro into van sex.
The mother should have done what mothers have been doing for years--talk to the boy, talk to the teacher, talk about appropriate, keep the dragons in the cage.
Oh the fools that have been pulled into folly by the puritans' zesty persistence.
Only a puritan would use a child in such a manner. Only puritans have, historically.
