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[Aug. 10th, 2009|03:11 am] |
To Catch A Predator... I watched that a few hours ago. It's an interesting enough show late at night that's full of creeps (who are at first respectable citizens such as servicemen and doctors) who are fun to watch squirm in their seats when they're finally caught redhanded. They're dealt with in a semi-effective way if you're into total dominating humiliation.
Slightly.
They come up with half baked excuses that a three year old wouldn't believe and start crying like big hairy bitches when the FBI, SWAT, and local police enforcement bear down on their pathetic, child molesting asses.
Unless these degenerates look forward to getting bent behind their cell's bed or in the showers, they probably wisen up enough and stop looking for that kind of trouble on the internet, a place so easy to find records on that their asses are busted before they can even finish rubbing one out to their filthy little conversation to that decoy they think is a real 13 year old. Then again, they may have a permanent case of pedophilia, so bad it'll leave third degree type burns on their pathetic lives by the time they get out of jail balls hanging low from old age. They say these type of people were probably victims themselves when they were children but it's so impersonal to the rest of us that all we want to see is them burned on a cross.
Others, however, have been seen on the show more than once, fully knowing what they might have coming. They might either be retarded fucks (literally retards) or may secretly be crying out for help. These seem to be the ones who have nothing to lose. They have no hope anymore. None left at all. They keep going back for more because they're pitiful and apparently hold no morals. I've got my fingers crossed that it's a cry for help. |
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