I wrote the passage that follows in response to this super long video.
The gist of it is that some cartoon blogger who called himself Cosmodore struck up an email relationship with a 15 year old fan of us when he was 19.
This involved exchanging something close to my heart (and other organs), rule 34 porn.
That’s it. They never even met in person. But somehow, this made him a “groomer” and a pedophile and and of course, pedophiles are the worst human beings on the planet and this was a MASSIVE betrayal of EVERYBOY EVER.
So I replied with the following :
So this guy exchanged some dirty emails with a girl 4 years younger than him, and that makes him the worst human being on the planet. And by doing so, he destroyed a community, because none of these people know each other or like each other or talk to each other any more because of him betraying every single one of them when he sent those dirty emails.
This is not about pedophilia.This is about hate.
It’s about how much fun it is to get mad and dump on whatever group is the hate du jour
It’s about outrage porn and mob mentality and projecting all your anger onto some stranger because you know the others in the torch wielding mob will praise you for it and you get to feel good and righteous and justified as you dump your pain on a stranger.
And who could resist a nice wholesome good time like that? Kick the commie, kids! It’s fun!
But think of all the other groups the mob was so sure were in the wrong before. Immigrants. Minorities. Homosexuals. Jews. All blamed for evils far beyond their power to achieve, let alone their characters. All the victims of massive persecution and injustice merely because they could not fight back. All people that the normal, every day person who thinks of themselves as a good and decent and kind human being will happily fantasize about visiting the most cruel and sadistic acts upon in public and not only not be condemned but have other good citizens join in the fun game of what YOU would do if you ever caught a commie.
Are you picking up on the trend here, people?
Or are you going to keep believing that with pedophiles, we’ve finally found the one group who deserves the unlimited and unreasoning hate visited upon so many groups before them and that this time, people will never judge you differently than it does now, as we do the racists, homophobes, and other vicious bigots of the past?
Admit it….you don’t even care if he’s guilty or not.
Why let the truth get in the way of a good time?
I mean seriously. What did he even do? Exchanged sexually explicit images with a teenager. A fifteen year old girl. Images she could easily have found in massive amounts with a simple Google search.
In fact, she probably already had done so, seeing as she already had some.
And in this day and age, where the world of internet porn is a normal part of growing up and discovering your own sexuality.
To imagine that this somehow harmed her is to suppose that something about being a fifteen year old girl means that they are feebleminded, weak. and vulnerable in a way that is quite frankly completely insulting to both girls and women.
I am not saying that a fifteen year old girl is an adult or that she is old enough to make complex long term decisions for herself.
I’m just saying that she’s not so delicate that an anatomically correct picture of Pikachu is going to fry her tiny feminine brain.
Mark my words : the hate visited upon pedophiles, as well as the much larger chilling effect it has that makes people (mostly men) terrified to hold their own children for fear of thought of being “that way”, will come back to haunt us some day.
And this era of pedo-hate will be thought of in the same terms as we think of all the other periods of minority persecution.
Namely, as the shameful, hateful, viscously ignorant era it is.
More after the break.
Knock it off!
The people upstairs from us in what I assume is Apartment 701 were having some work done today and man was it loud. Way too loud for me to nap.
Not that I can complain. It was happening in the afternoon, after all. If you can’t get your loud work done then, then when?
No, the problem was mine, as it always is with us day-sleepers. The world is not built for us nocturnal types who need to sleep in the day.
Ah well. I’ve always marched to the beat of my own octopus.
This comes with certain built-in costs.
I am pretty sure they were laying carpet up there.[1] That would explain the constant hammering with what sounded like a tack hammer plus the frequent use of some power tool that sounded like someone with steel fingernails drumming them on the floor really, really fast and hard.
Your results, as always, may vary.
Also their work moved around the apartment in a really methodical way. So yeah. Carpeting, I am guessing.
Whatever it was, it annoyed me and disrupted the vague pattern of semi-random naps I call my sleep cycle.
Unsurprisingly, my sleep hygiene is terrible, too.
I never really learned to look after myself.
I guess I am still waiting for someone to come take care of me. Like if I wait long enough, someone will finally remember me and rush to take care of my long neglected needs and be all apologetic and sympathetic and everything will be OK again.
Not going to happen, obviously. The very idea of that happening to an adult male who’s big as an ox and fat as a house is absurd. Illogical. Irrational. Laughable. Insane.
But then again, so am I.
I have to get up when??
I thought tomorrow’s Wound Care appointment was at 1 pm. That’s what I was told on the phone. But for some reason I had this feeling that was wrong. So I went and got the schedule they printed out for me when I was there last Tuesday.
And sure enough, the schedule says 8:45 am! Kind of a big difference.
So, grumble grumble, not super happy to be getting up that early. I am sure Julian isn’t either. But I’m a trooper and I will get it done.
The good news is that both of my big wounds seem to be healing up nicely. That includes the one on the left leg that has been there for years, since the PREVIOUS time I had a nasty infection on my leg that required wound care.
So clearly we’re doing something right. The one on the left has almost completely closed. There’s just this little area the size and shape of a fingernail clipping that refuses to close completely.
I think the wound is just leaving itself an airhole so it can breathe.
The newer one on the right continues to fill in with nice new flesh. And the sides are doing their best to close but the wound is still too big.
It’s almost like my legs are truly alive.
Oh, and my blood sugar has been healthy ALL DAY.
Things, like people watching an air show, are looking up.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.