Maybe it was foreshadowing, but about a while ago I took a break from blogging because my search engine data showed that some (I’m assuming) pedophile found my blog by searching (I’m going to put asterisks in hopes of not attracting more freaks) for “n*ked children v**inas.” I went through my blog and sure enough, I have all three words in it, though never together. Eeewwwwww.
Well yesterday morning (is this drama month or WHAT?) when the brain surgeon was brushing his teeth, we heard this POUNDING sound. Long story short, it is the police (lots of them) pounding on our neighbor’s door. They had a search warrant because somehow they figured out he was into child po*nog*aphy. See the California Penal Code he's arrested under here.
(Don’t worry…I’m sure I’ll get less paranoid and stop putting asterisks in everything).
The weird thing is this man has been awful to my children. I mean, nasty, rude, dreadful. He definitely doesn’t fit the: “Ya want some candy, Little Girl?” stereotype. Especially because we now know he’s into little boys. I have both, and either way, it’s creepy.
He isn’t bad looking, but he has always acted strange and angry. He drives an Audi A4, which he keeps remarkably clean. He used to go to work, but has been home for about two years, I think.
What I’m finding interesting now is how much we protect criminals to protect our values of innocence until proven guilty. It’s a tough balance, for sure. If he posts bail, he gets to come home and live next to our three children and us – and enjoy the view out of his bedroom of the toddler park – until his court date.
And he could come home. His bail is set at only $20,000, which means he needs to put up just $2,000 with a bail bondsman. And if we post warnings about him or notices of what happened, he can sue us for slander. Cool, ay?
Look: This guy in Barbara Boxer’s office was arrested last Friday for involvement in a kiddie porn ring and he’s already out of jail. Ick.
I hope that the freakshow cannot come up with the cash and will stay behind bars. Pedophiles are not so treatable, rumor has it, and I don’t even want him *looking* at my children in their winter clothes. If he gets to come back, we need to go, and that’s inconvenient on 10 different levels.
Plus, I’m now scared at night when the brain surgeon isn’t home.
Thanks freaky pedophile.
Friday, November 14, 2008
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