(02-21-2024, 06:05 PM)BIAD Wrote: Meanwhile, in the 'Pervert' bracket and on the other side of the Atlantic...
Quote:HELLISH ORDEAL I was raped over 100 times from age of 12 by grooming gangThe Sun:
cops secretly took my aborted baby away – I was let down
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Well, at least the BBC got their documentary advertised.
I guess my question is: where in the hell are these girls' parents?
I suppose, in a sickened way, I can comprehend to police in-actions. Many cops these days are like citizens of the 70's - they just don't want to get involved. Sad, but true. They fear the repercussions of decisive action. Someone might send their boss a strongly-worded protest letter or something!
But the parents? They've no excuse at all, to my way of thinking. If they were aware beyond the level of a vegetable, they'd have to know something was up. The rapes enumerated amount to a little more than once a week, and they had to have lasted for hours and hours - a 40-man train takes some time to get into the station, plus we have to add in travel time for taking them "to other cities" and whatnot, even if we assume that the liquoring up was accomplished while on the road.
If MY little girl starts disappearing for hours at a time every week, and comes back staggering and mumbling, you can bet your ass that I'm going to find out what's going on. Matter of fact, any "rape gangs" will have already bet their asses that I'm going to get to the bottom of it... because once I find out, their asses will be mine.
Item: if the rapers can "threaten at gunpoint", then guns are available enough for them to get... and therefore available enough for ME to get my hands on one. Score 1 for me, 0 for the rapers.
But guns are noisy and messy. They draw attention when fired. Some times, simpler is better. There are quieter ways to part a soul from it's body.
NO ONE is with someone else all of the time, 24/7. There is always some time they can be caught out alone. That would be their time. It used to be that if someone pissed me off sufficiently, all I had to do was give them a pointed stare and tell them "I know where you live, when you're home alone, and how to cut off your lights and phone. Fuck with me just once more and find out if I'm lying." and that was enough, usually, to stop any further bullshit.
Some times, I'd get the response "You do that, you'll go to jail", but that was the wrong answer. My reply to it was "So what? That won't stop me, it won't save you, and your dead carcass won't know whether I ever did or not, so you won't care, now will you?"
In this case, that knowledge could be put to good use. There are not many stops that I'll balk at to protect my little girl... and one by one those rapers would commence to simply vanishing from Earth, never to be seen or heard from again. There is no mountain high enough, no cave deep enough, no rock big enough to hide them from me.
So cops be damned - where the hell are the fathers of these girls?
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