Where are the psychics when parents need them? Didn't anybody see that child pornography was going to be a way of the future? If sex is for sale as society is now making a statement, then it's only a matter of time that everybody, including pedophiles, sets up stalls to share in the spoils. Now the child-molesters are moving their booths into the surrounding neighborhoods and the buggers are looking for clients. At some stage they used to keep these cubicles in their closets, but now they can afford to mingle with the crowd. Here is what really happens.
Pedophiles have always been around since creation, but they existed like skunks in their eating habits, hiding their voracious appetites until nightfall. The difference was the line drawn bewteen night and day and these nocturnal polecats knew when and where to walk. Rarely were they sighted during the days unless somebody flushed them out of their hiding places. A pedophile used to have a similar pattern of behavior and used to be easily detected like a polecat caught in daylight. Now sex is such a wholesale item and kids are so into it that they don't even know their own dangers. That's a sound medium for the survival of pedophiles. Naturally, kids are into playing too as part of their whole makeup kit, and having heard so much about sex, they could be in harm's way and they don't know. When you hear a lot about anything, the idea experiences diminishing returns at some point. A kid might be in the park for instance, innocently playing with his pals. Then comes a pedophile on the prowl, but the kid might be so much immersed into having a good time that he might not be cognizant of the difference between a simple touch and one meant to usurp sexual gratification from an intruding adult. The molester works with the human psychology that he stands to succeed in his plans before blending in with the crowd because people have already crowded the issue. In days of yore, a pedophile couldn't afforded to be barefaced and feisty because of the solid line of demarcation between minors and majors. If he came too close, the targeted kid would have halted his engagement to wonder what the cat was doing in the birdcage. The sicko had to be more selective and calculating like a fox panting from a far to watch the henhouse. Now the locust can afford to be like a leopard attacking a herd of deer in plain view of the other animals in the wild, with the assurance that at least one will run out of breath to avail his meal. What a shame!
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