During the past 27 years that I have been sitting at this desk writing my thoughts, I have asked the following question at least once every year or two: “When will the pedophile that is making sex dates via the Internet wise up and learn that the 12-year-old girl he is communicating with is really a 40-year-old cop?”
He finally learns it when it is too late and he has to appear before a judge. By that time, he has lost his job and any respect he had in the community, and his wife and family perhaps want nothing to do with him. And when he is finally in detention, he will learn that — most of all — inmates in the can hate pedophiles. They can handle living with thieves, shoplifters, burglars, and even murderers. But pedophiles? They use the pedophile for every conceivable lowlife act including target practice for combat.
Today, I was handed a story about a pedophile who appeared in Palm Beach County court after being held in jail for his appearance before a judge. His punishment obviously began while he was there waiting for his date. He was brought into the courtroom with his jaw screwed in place after what authorities called a “jailhouse beating.”
There were no other signs of visible injuries, but the system does know that he was severely injured in a beating he received after inmates read media reports about him and his alleged (must always remember to use that word) crime. We also know that he was arrested in a sting operation, so it’s tough to believe he is innocent of any of the charges.
Before you form any opinions, just ask yourself what punishment you would inflict if this 43-year-old lowlife was committing his sins with your 11-year-old daughter. If it was me — knowing how our ultraliberal system lets us down and the scum get away with suspended sentences or slaps on the wrist — a broken jaw would not be enough. What would I do? Use your imagination.
At this moment I offer a standing ovation to Mr. Bill O’Reilly, who uses his expensive airtime to go after those “turn ‘em loose” judges who do not deserve to be on the bench. He speaks their names on the air and shows the world photos of these incompetent magistrates. Although it would not cure the evils they have already completed, Mr. O’Reilly has forced some of them to resign before they do it again. Mr. O, congratulations. I tip my hat to you and your network for permitting these situations to be aired.
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I was glued to the set watching Game 5 of the National League Division Series, and I jumped for joy when our New York Mets beat the Dodgers. My room was filled with true happiness — not only because I’m a New Yorker at heart and I love our Mets but for another reason. I hate the Dodgers. In 1958, as a diehard Brooklyn Dodger fan, I could name every player, his number, position, batting average, home town, and dozens of other facts. Then the Dodgers left Brooklyn for the West Coast and I felt abandoned. Dem bums broke my heart. How dare the team I grew up with leave me? I swore then that — whenever possible — my rooting, my cheering, and my prayers will always go toward their opposing teams. I am StanG
