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“An Open Secret”

An interesting and severely fucking tragic movie.

Pedophile freaks are everywhere, even Hollywood … anywhere there is an opportunity and children.

It’s interesting to see that they believe their own bullshit.

And that no matter who they are, we (society) have this undying need to make sure they’re not exposed.

Whether its just that it makes us uncomfortable or we can’t believe it or don’t want to believe it; by being silent about it, we are all just as fucked up as the pedo freaks doing the deed. By doing nothing and normalising it we are all just a little fucked up too.

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sparrow vs emu

is there any such thing


sparrow hunting?


but i figure it would require



bit of knowing ~ how;

it’s the kind of prey that

is vulnerable

but takes some skill

to catch/


i’d surmise.

an emu on the other hand

i’m guessing would take


to catch,


but  a different set,

of skills,


etc that is.

i don’t really see the emu

as vulnerable.

i surmise.

so if i was to go

~ a hunting,

a bird hunting –

i think i’d be choosing the larger,

easier prey.

just cos- i don’t wanna fail,

first time hunter and all;

would hate to embarrass




i wonder if that’s how a pedo

views their prey?

and their woeful


their hunting


or lack, thereof.

wonder if they were originally

jilted, unexperienced

unseasoned hunters

of a more seemly game?

but they were so useless at it,

you know, relating and being



and shit,

that they decided to move

to easier

more vulnerable, prey.


sounds like a plausible dam theory

to me.




dear functioning kiddy fuckers, don’t worry, haven’t forgot you :) .. hollah-ing atcha!

yes thats right,

haven’t forgotten about the teeny tiny


belonging to the

teeny tiny










ohhh, don’t worry

i would hate to leave you out

you lot have managed to stay tucked up

as snug as a bug in a teeny weeny rug

far away from the monster

under the bed


you lot pretend to reside in far loftier surrounds

the boardroom

your leagues and gentlemen clubs

a little amusing that you should categorise your dealings

pretty sure a kiddy fucker, is just a kiddy fucker

like shit is shit

you put icing on it, don’t make it a cake


oh, but i lose my manners

you are not immune from the tiny weaner syndrome

the inadequacy that propels you to

surf for little prey

yes, you are just inadequate




you may have a blue collar

a white collar

you deserve less



dog collar

but i seeeee you tooooo

to the rest of humanity

~ don’t leave our babies unattended

~ don’t disregard our intuition; our babies are relying on you

~ if you think that its dodgy; then it is

~ these fuckers don’t take a vacation

dear kiddy fucker, heres part three~free; from, Me

I should

feel sorry for you

but nahhhh

I should

feel sorry for your

pathetic frame,

Your lack of skill

and knowledge
which you try to make up for

by dominating

the vulnerable

what a wretched creature

you are


the professionals,

have given you a

super scary persona

to embody

little do they know,

what i know

that you are less than pathetic


you don’t hold

monster status

grooming a small child

isn’t a skill

not one you could put

on a CV anyways

and to try to bend them

to your will;

parents have been doing that shit for years

but for very,

very different reasons

yours are selfish and


But now the cats out of the bag

Now we know

You couldn’t really engage in any meaningful relationship
with someone of your own size

…pardon the penis pun…

but as a matter of enquiry…

did you get rejected

from the army perhaps

the police force?

were you wanked on as a small child

humiliated maybe?

that you feel the need to dominate something so much smaller



than you feel

you know corpses are easier ay?

Not such a flash name for

those fuckers though.

But because you do not have the balls

….lol pardon the pun again…

for real intimacy

You will eventually die alone


but thats about it


you may have your kiddy porn

to place under your

dead head

and some fucked up memories

to ponder on

but you will be alone


knowing somewhere in your


that all your unfortunate victims

will be living full





ragingly successful


specially after they figure out

how to

exorcise the demons

you inflicted on them.

For now,



And  take your time


ponder on these


of wisdom…

Remember how you felt when you when raped up the ass
By the bigger person, back in the day
Remember what it felt like to be little and afraid
And as you cleaned up the blood and semen from your asshole

Remember you were alone then and your alone now
because you chose, to inflict pain on others
Instead of healing yourself
You are a damned wretched

With a teeny tiny pecker
That you couldn’t get up


quote~joke of the day?

“hi, this is my friend…he’s a recovering pedophile?”

wait, what? Really?


do you enjoy that?

they asked …

do you enjoy taking the piss out of pedophiles?

You mean kiddy fuckers?

Yes, but thats a little crass…

Hell to the fucking Yeah i like taking the piss out of the kiddy fuckers!

Aren’t you worried about repercussions?

What? For me, or them??

For You?

Really? What they gonna do that they haven’t done already??

Are YOU worried about the repercussions??


Why thank you,

leave your monetary donation in that little box out front

and I’ll ponder on your concern

as I eat my Brownie

you funded

….for your concern

….of me

I just think your pushing it

Pushing it?

oh you mean like he did to me?

into that little hole??


U need to shut yah mouth

thanks for the concern

you pray for my soul

and I’ll pray for yours



dearest kiddy fuckers … PART tu~choo … from, Me

hey there

kiddy fuckers,

guess wot?

I can see you tu, choo



I see a teeny tiny man
in stature, in esteem
Not so far different from the prey

you preying on


and a teeny weeny weaner
surely that wouldn’t perform well?

if at all?

ooohhh, dear

Hence the children,

the vulnerable you prey on i guess
Cos that little teeny weeny penis wouldn’t fit anywhere else!

oh, but you appear bigger, to the smaller anyways



a moment

a moment of silence

for the teeny














hi five the pedophile with the tiny appendage

~ join a support group fucktards

dear rest of humanity

~ watch our babies, all the time

~protect children, always

~don’t take a break from that

~these fucktards don’t


dear kiddy fuckers…PART won … from, Me

i see you, i see you


in dem shadows

under da bed

wit da boogey~man


for dat one,

vulnerable one

da one wit zilch esteem

head hung, shoulders drooped

the alone, unattended prey

you ready to pick off da weak

da easily pliable


deres so many to choose from

a regular smorgasbord

of vulnerable, neglected, unwatched, unattended



hiding, hiding, hiding

in da shadows, where you live

where you grow

sniffing, sleaze

scoping and loping

getting ready for PART Two


dear rest of humanity that love and understand the necessity of children

~watch our kids at all times

~protect our babies at all times

~don’t become complacent

~because these fuckers don’t

some fucked up shit…

Well, 24 hours of some fucked up shit and here I sit again…typing to find clarity because there is no way I’m repeating this shit out loud just yet! And in my long winded, trying to find and make sense out of the senseless…I shall unravel.


I studied criminology to try and find answers to my own questions about sex offenders, criminal behaviour, psychopathy…all that shit. The answers that I was finding up until that point, just didn’t seem satisfactory.

We, society, like to box up personalities or behaviours and give them some kind of label. I think it makes us feel safer…more secure in knowing that we know what that is because it has a shiny little, or big, label on it. And because it’s labelled means that someone way more qualified than us, has dissected and discussed its contents and must of put that label on it for a damn good reason. They are after all, the professionals! Which means we don’t have to do any sort of homework or research on said contents, its done for us!

So, after wandering out of university with my shiny degree I re-looked at the labels on the bottles I had questions about. And it turns out, the explanations I had discovered were not satisfactory or sufficient for said contents, again.

All the while, that familiar gutt churning that I have felt, forever, keeps on churning. But I keep looking for more ‘legitimate’ answers…you know, the type that can be quantified, studied…proved!

Besides being a sick fuck…a psychopath has a myriad of quirky fucked up personality and behavioural things going on. Same with the sociopath…the narcissist…all those lovely peeps that have been given mystical labels and titles to make them sound all scary and fancy in one ‘disorder’ or explanation.

Then theres the pedophiles who tend to be labelled with a few other exotic side order personalities…so as to not sound as ‘monster-ish’. I call them ‘functioning kiddie fuckers’; not such a delicate label, but a fitting one I think.(For a deeper, more intelligent explanation…google it!)

Then theres my personal fav. The Sadist. Who someone thought to take out of the almighty DSM; I think they were possibly just a little bit too fucked up for general understanding and sounded abit too ‘Hannibal-ish’, so got disqualified. But even before my criminology expedition, these set of freaks fascinated and frightened the living fuck out of me.

They still do.

And my gutt churns.

It turns out my gutt was correct. So even as a little tacker, my gutt knew. It wasn’t a ‘perceived’ threat; it was a real fucking threat. You know what though, its way more comforting to label the pedo cunt a sociopath, psychopath, narcissist or whatever…because that would make that fucker sound more human and not so – evil or fucked. But a sadist? Do they really exist? Or are they just characters in a psycho thriller movie? To enjoy inflicting pain on another…because they enjoy it or get off on it…well that’s; fucked.

As a kid I thought, with my mind, that this was bizarre, yet appropriate behaviour for someone with that ‘feeling’. Its not crazy…its not fried…its not scary…its not freaky…its all of those things squished up into one big dragon ball-z type thing, that’s set to explode, whenever. It’s completely unpredictable. There are tell tale signals of explosion, but like an earthquake, it’s size can’t be predicted.

And therein lies the fucked up-ness of it all. If it can’t really be predicted…if it can’t be boxed and labelled; studied and quantified; tweaked and reorganised – fixed…then what are you supposed to do with it?


Which brings me to what I learnt last night.

The pedo cunt has reeked a lot of havoc over the years, one way or another, it fucked up plenty of lives. And I haven’t been ignorant of this fact; I’ve just preferred to handle the facts as I knew them; and the effect they have had on and in my world.

The pedo cunt doesn’t look like a functioning pedo…you know, the next door neighbour type. It, (referring to ‘him’, the pedo cunt, but I prefer not to give him a gender) looks like a scary mother fucker. It’s not un-intelligent either. It knows it’s shit. And that’s scary in itself.

Add this to the gangland tattoos, the froth at the sides of the mouth, the changing eye colour…and it makes Hannibal look like Father Christmas.

Then there’s the drugs…the addictions…which I don’t call a disease in the pedo cunts case…I call those a choice. A selective and direct choice to engage in something to ‘enhance’ and facilitate all the characteristics that were waiting just underneath the skin.

I had preferred to believe that there was good in everyone…that somewhere underneath it all, these types weren’t born this way. But in the pedo cunts case…I’m not so certain. It may be that I’m too invested in seeing the pedo cunt burn at the stake…mind due, it’d probably enjoy that.

So…from what I’ve learnt…

This cunt terrorised, raped and facilitated in the death of one individual…that we know of. And that’s the short version.

Listening to the story of all this…I was surprisingly not surprised. What got to me, was the effect that it all had on those that ‘survived’! They are drug fucked…drunk…in therapy…have been diagnosed with PTSD…have tried to commit suicide…suffer from depression…. …. …

And it goes on…that sick fucks legacy of pillage and pain. And I wonder how it is that it is still breathing? How come ‘it’ didn’t take its own life…

Because…and here it is…

Because ‘IT’ takes pleasure in the suffering and pain it has caused and still causes! It enjoys the pain because it is a sadist in its heart of hearts. It’s not a psycho and socio-path. It is a true blue Sadist.

And now knowing that for all these years…from the youngest of years…I knew, instinctually, that this was a dangerous and twisted human being…yes a human being. Not a monster from the wardrobe or under the bed…no, a human being that was born from a mother…suckled, clothed…loved. It, turned into a sick fuck…and I could smell it on ‘IT’.

I knew…while everyone looked around for some other distraction…I knew.

I knew what ‘it’ was…I just didn’t have a name for it…or understand it.

Well, there is no understanding it. It is what it is.

And I…me…little me…

Survived that sick fuck.


So now…I ponder how this knowing effects me now. I know it does. And not negatively…I just haven’t quite processed it all yet.

I survived.