Friday, November 10, 2017
Taking Out The Trash
I won't link to the post in question, mainly from a desire for not needing to shower afterwards, but suffice it to say I'd avoided it until it popped up on another site I visit semi-regularly.
My response should solve the curiosity about to what and to whom I refer, for those possessed of decent skills at Google-fu.
Greasing the Slippery Moral Slope with barrels of lube and trying to sell it as a carnival ride since...ever.
I am fine with turning anyone involved with child porn over to the tender ministrations of a jury composed of fathers of school-age daughters, and executing whatever sentence they agree upon in deliberations.
Or, just leaving the perp in the jury room with said jury, along with a dozen pipes and hammers during the lunch break, obviating an afternoon court session entirely.
The purpose of the death penalty for murder isn't pour encourager les autres, it isn't to satisfy and balance the scales of justice, and it isn't to let the state pass along a sentence that if accomplished by the aggrieved family would be merely feuding vengeance, and lend it judicial respectability.
It's to achieve a recidivism rate in perpetrators of 0.0%.
At this it has a batting average of 1.000, every time it's tried.
All I'm saying, is give rope a chance.
And if it's good enough for murder, child porn deserves a seat at that table too.
Of course you can't stop everyone from doing it, Fred (you ignorant slut), but you'll drive it down to such miniscule low levels as to be nearly the same thing as non-existent, while soiling a minimum number of people with complicity in the crime, let alone dragging the entire civilization into the bunghole of the septic tank that complicity and legalization would inevitably do.
And the day the state declines to do that duty, that state is immoral, unjust, tyranny - not leastly in regard to the exact child-victims it consigns to the child-porn sausage machine, whose moving parts Fred would happily oil - and the task falls to every one with a conscience, and a length of handy pipe. Or a gun.
Going the other way, why not just legalize murder, and charge a tax for the privilege, since we haven't stamped it out ever, since Cain? How about a fee to allow the rape of adult women? Or perhaps, as A Modest Proposal, just legalize eating babies to assuage world hunger, as Mr. Swift famously once satirically suggested?
The difference between Fred and a clever literate amoral moron is impossible to measure with existing instrumentation.
But he shouldn't be censored.
He should simply have his fingers and jaws beaten to bloody hamburger with pipes. Weekly.
(And ideally, by child porn victims and their families.)
Then the humor quotient of his future output will accord precisely with his root intelligence.
And the pathetic pain-wracked arm-waving and muffled mrrrphings he'd issue henceforth would be hilarious to behold.
And in that vein, I'm off to the cinema.