April 25, 2008
I have a problem with this
Origially published August 18, 2003
Just read this crap and then tell me that we don't have a screwed up judicial system. A pedophile clown gets paid $2,500 because people didn't want him entertaining children in a public park.
Got-damn! The guy already has two convictions because of the way he likes to "entertain" children. But his First Amendment rights are violated because we don't allow him to put on a clown show and attract children? I have a real problem with this story. But that figures, because I have LOTS of problems with our legal system today.
I'm a kinky guy and I like sex. Among consenting adults, I'm open to almost anything anybody can suggest. But I draw the line at children. The little ones TRUST YOU and they DEPEND ON YOU to take care of them. You're supposed to keep the booger-man away, not BE the booger-man.
That bastard is lucky that he never "fondled" my son. He wouldn't be worrying about his First Amendment rights if he did that. I would kill the sumbitch in cold blood and let him worry about worms from then on. I would do it and take whatever punishment came my way as a result. NO PEDERAST had better EVER lay a hand on my boy. I'll kill that pervert as sure as the sun comes up in the morning. And I'll kneecap him, elbow-shoot him and put a couple in his gut before I lay one right between his eyes. If I'm lying, I'm dying.
Some things I simply cannot stand. Child abuse is one of them.
My boy trusts me. He listens to what I say and he obeys my commands. I've spanked him only a few times in his life, but he knows that I'll do it. Young Jack is the same way. I understand that they are little boys and I cut them some slack for their natural-born, coltish dumbassery. But I am in charge when they are around. They know it and they behave accordingly.
They also know that I am not the booger-man and I won't ever allow the booger-man to get them. Quinton has bad dreams sometimes and and wakes up crying in the middle of the night. I just hug him and tell him that he is safe with me. He believes it. He should, because it's true.
Sometimes, I am his clown. I juggle and tell kiddie jokes. But I do it to make him laugh, not to fondle him or Jack. The rest of the time, I am his protector.
Hobbs pleaded guilty in 1978 to second-degree sexual abuse after New Rochelle police charged him with luring an 11-year-old boy into his office and fondling him. Four years later, a Pennsylvania judge sentenced Hobbs to nine months in jail for molesting a 14-year-old boy while driving him to church, where Hobbs performed his clown show for children.
I don't understand this legalistic logic. I would shoot the sumbitch.
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