Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Predators go to where the prey is gathered

Instapundit has a running bit that starts with "Teach teachers not to rape" and goes from there.  I know that there's a sexual abuse problem in the church, specifically a homosexual abuse problem.  But there's a bigger problem in the publik skool sistim that people ignore because it's much easier to blame a religion than it is to understand that a predator will go to where their prey are gathered.

A volunteer track coach at a Missouri high school has confessed to having sex with a 17-year-old male athlete whose father once interrupted one of their illicit encounters, authorities said.

You can do a search to find out how many teachers have been banging their students; male, female, gay, straight, all of it.  Of course, the male teachers are all characterized as awful predators who deserve to be castrated and executed, while the female teachers might not even see jail time.  I'm being serious. 

I told someone who was fearful of sending her son to church that no matter where she sends her son, if she isn't constantly vigilant, he's going to be preyed upon.  It could be at church.  It could be at school.  It could be at a music lesson or an extra-curricular activity.  Predators go to where the prey is, and deviant sexual behavior is not only more accepted today, it's encouraged through making sexual deviants a "victim" and giving them special status.  Which means that the predators are more aggressive in their predation because they know that they'll be protected in some form or fashion.  You can say you don't want a certain person around your son, and the response today is "Why are you such a homophobic bigot?!?!", thus turning YOU into the bad person while the possible predator now has access to your son with society's blessing.

Predators go to where the prey is gathered.  If you're a parent, you don't get to let your guard down.  It sucks, but until we're allowed to take pedophiles out back and put a bullet in their brain, this is the world I live in.

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