Pedophile caught!

Yesterday some lady called. Sociological. My aunt was interested in what I was watching on TV. I really love it when someone is interested in what I watch, what I read and how often I pick my nose.

But for some reason I didn’t want to talk, maybe because my aunt repeated several times that she would only take seven minutes of my precious time. And I was offended that there was so little. That’s why she said that I don’t watch TV at all, but just stare at the computer. The aunt was not interested in the computer.

And after she said goodbye, I suddenly remembered a recent program on REN TV. There - oops! oops! — they caught a pedophile with live bait! And they caught it. Right during his first walk with this live bait. They were walking along the alley and the pedophile put his arm around the boy’s shoulders. And until the very moment when an anti-pedophile team with cameras, cameras and other gadgets grew up in front of them, I knew which side I was on. And then I stopped knowing. More precisely, I no longer cared that this team was fighting social evil, that they could thus save at least a few children from molestation. Because the pearl of them, you see, the pearl of the voluptuousness of the tormentors.

They didn't hit him. By the way, I probably would have understood just a couple of blows to the face.

But they kept it within limits, because they were filming for TV.

They gave this dude his own phone number and demanded that he call his mom or his girlfriend - your choice - and confess, otherwise they would call both. They shoved the dog in his face, demanding that he kiss its face. And as a farewell, they doused him with urine from a glass they had saved. And in all this there was no... how would it be more correct to say... there was no anger, rage at all, well, what happens when you fall into the hands of a freak just like the one who, say, molested your child a few years earlier. And your hands still twitch, and your eyes turn red at the mere thought, at the hint.

But there was joy, pleasure, that they could go unpunished, that here he was, frail and defenseless in front of them, that he had CRIME and now they could give themselves complete freedom in relation to him. They caught and CAUGHT! And they have a fucking honest opinion on their side, no one will blather, no matter what they do, until they break their arms and legs and shove a bottle up their ass. And whoever blathers, the parents of the victims, distraught with anger and pain, will immediately come running to them and shout: “So you are in favor of molesting and raping our children?”

No. I don't think I'm for it. But I’ve already seen faces like those of the catchers. One young man, for example, told how a sauna caught fire next to him, and naked prostitutes ran out of there, and how they rushed about, surrounded by a laughing crowd, while children ran after them and, with the full approval of their parents, threw stones at them. The young man telling the story had the same face. A person who remembered pleasant things. How he managed to satisfy his tormenting tendencies in a socially acceptable way.

And I really wanted to punch him right in the nose.