pedo-files

I had the misfortune of interacting with two pedophiles in my life when I was young. They were quite similar to each other. Uneducated, unhealthy, dirty old men. I mean dirty in the literal sense, unhygienic. I'm sure they didn't just become disgusting with aging. They just happened to be old when I was younger.

I admittedly don't remember much about the one from the village where I lived when I was a small child. I do recall that he used to give kids those caramel candies. The small cube shaped ones wrapped in clear plastic. There was a seemingly endless supply of them in his pocket. I think of him whenever I see those candies on shelves in stores. That, and he seemed very nice. Back then when I was a child I wouldn't have used the word creepy, but that is what his niceness was.

He didn't fuck me, or touch me or anything. Upon looking back though; I honestly think that I dodged a bullet there with him. I would have been a prime target to him. I was quiet and small. I trusted all adults, and no one ever educated me to look out for the bad ones. I'm sure that all made me a target. The only thing that spared me, I believe, was that the opportunity didn't present itself to him. One child, that I know of, wasn't so lucky.

He got caught. I can't say exactly when it happened, or any details, but I was old enough to know what it meant when I heard the news. I have no idea what happened to him after that. He vanished and so did the story. No one really talked about those things back in the late seventies, and into the eighties. At least not in front of the kids. I moved away not long after I turned twenty. He was old when I was a kid, so he has no doubt been dead for decades now. If I had to guess, I would imagine that there were likely other victims.

I worked in a factory with the other pedophile I knew for about ten years, before he retired. He had already been working there for a long time before I started in the late eighties. Like the other one, he would also be decades dead by now. How he got the job in that factory was always a mystery to me.

He was completely illiterate. He sweated pure garlic. Filthy green long sleeved one piece coveralls, and a dirty old ball cap on his bald head. Oily worn out old work boots. He might have even slept in those clothes. He didn't have any teeth. He used to brag to coworkers about picking up roadkill and making stew with it. He used to park, and sit in his rusty little white car near the dumpster behind the grocery store and wait for garbage to be tossed so he could go through it. He was a repulsive human being.

The story was that he had been caught molesting a child back in the fifties, and as punishment he was castrated. So I was told. No one ever gave me more details than that. I never asked. No reason at all to doubt it. He had an odd, high pitched voice. That, along with him having no teeth, made it very hard for me to understand what he was saying over the factory noise. I didn't have to interact with him much, but I dreaded it whenever it happened.

Other people that I worked with would tell me that he was a nice guy. I recall thinking, yeah right, but he's a pedophile. And not only that. He smells like death from fifteen feet away. He eats rodents that died on the highway in a hot puddle of their own guts and shit. Who the hell knows what he did behind closed doors if that was the common knowledge about him? Fuck. It did not matter to me if he was nice, or not nice. Now that I'm thinking about this, it occurs to me that the word pedophile wouldn't have been used. I would have been thinking of him as child molester. I don't know how people were able to just overlook the facts about him, and then interact with him as though nothing was amiss.

The last thing I heard about him was after he had retired. A coworker came to me and asked, did you hear? He got caught molesting a young girl. A child. The girl's father smashed his face in with a hammer. He nearly died. She was visibly upset when telling me. I was a young man, and was never able to get over the things I knew about him. I felt zero sympathy for him. I said, if that was my kid I would have used an axe instead of a hammer. She was quite shocked by me saying that. I found it weird that she felt bad for him. She never really talked to me again. Only when it became necessary for work things. Not long after that I got laid off, so the story ended. He would have spent the rest of his days with a smashed up face. I guess looking even more like the horror show that he was.

There was a time when I thought that success was something that could be measured by how much wealth, fame or power a person had acquired. It is a fucking lie. I'm sure that out there somewhere there are people who are wealthy, powerful or famous who could be defined as successful. The ones named in the pedo-files though, who have done horrific things, are failures, and beyond.

They are part of the small handful of our population who control nearly everything. Monsters in suits, flying around in jets, living in mansions, wallowing in excess. There is not much difference between them and road kill eating, illiterate, filthy small town pedophiles. They just happened to be dealt a lucky hand in life that gave them access to knowledge on how manipulate and exploit their way to wealth, power and fame. Their lifestyles may be vastly different from those two gross old pedophiles that I knew, but all of them are very stupid in similar ways. Worthless excuses for humans who don't give a fuck about how much pain and suffering they cause.

No matter how much they have, it will never be enough. No matter how dire the consequences of their activities, they will never stop. Even if it starts wars, or causes violence, terror and disease, famine, destroys lives, and on and on and on. Humanity is doing whatever the opposite of social evolution is. It is all their fault. They should all be stripped naked, castrated and be locked in a cage together. They could be tested and studied for science, like rats.