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Doc, let me tell you what happened to me about ten years ago. I was at the local movie theater and went into the men's room. There were two boys in there about eight years or so old. One of them yelled, "Queer!" and they both ran out. At first I was stunned but them it hit me. All they had to do was go tell someone I had tried or did do something to them and my life would have been over. I stood there for what was probably the longest minute of my life and then decided, hell, there was nothing to do but just go on. I did and nothing happened. But if it had there was nothing I really could have done.
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okay, now that's scary.
Especially since the general profile for perverts is "normal looking, normal-acting and personable". You know, the next door neighbor. Like John Gacey. Got 6 sons (1 adopted). Honorable son #1 is gay and wears his hair short. The rest all have long hair - honorable son #3 used to have a queue but wears it high and tight now - the Corps frowns on pony-tails. None of them roam about the world, seeking the ruin of souls and debauching little kids or seducing young maidens (of the unwilling sort, anyway). Having had one of my sons molested by a nice older kid, my opinion is (after a long time of cooling off - Honorable sons #1 and #2 voting to go whack him) "Life is". I'll trust anybody as long as they're not behind me (we're not on patrol, here). And it's open season on Gacey-wannabes.
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