It seems like every day in America another child porn ring is busted, or another case of child sex abuse is in the news. Why is this still a problem for American children?
We are the richest nation in the world, there is no reason for this sexual terrorism to continue to destroy our children. We see television programs that feature men who travel great distances to have sex with underage children—many of them buying expensive gifts and meeting these “children” using expensive computer equipment. Of course when they arrive they discover that there’s no pot of gold at the end of their rainbow, just a camera crew with their chat logs. I can only imagine how disappointing that must be for these men.
I’m not the sort of guy who sits around and points fingers at problems without giving a solution. My solution may offend some, especially Asians, but if we are to protect our children, we need to make some dramatic changes.
Back when I was a teenager I used to raise fighting dogs. I would beat them, starve them, torture them and do whatever I could to make them as mean as possible. I continued this for years and won a lot of money. This really doesn’t have anything to do with my story other than I like to remind people that I used to own some very manly dogs before I tell them I now have several teacup poodles.
When I first got the teacup poodle bug, I did a lot of research and found the best breeders in the world to buy from. I spent several thousand dollars on each animal and was fairly pleased with them for the most part. When my neighbor (the one who taps my phone lines) learned that I was buying from a breeder, he was horrified. Why would I buy from a breeder when I could save a dog from being euthanized by getting it from the pound? I explained to him that for years I was in the business of killing dogs, so saving them seemed somewhat unimportant to me. Simply not killing them should be enough. I went ahead with the purchase from the breeder but every time one of my dogs misbehaves I stop and think for a moment that perhaps I was too hasty and another dog who was less privileged may have been more appreciative of me.
Several days ago I received a lot of communication from people who were displeased at my position on adoption. Their argument was that with all of the parentless children in the world, I shouldn’t quibble over bloodline, I should just step up and save these kids from being euthanized. I’m not going to, but it got me thinking about pedophilia.
A few days ago I was reviewing some of Chuck Norrises writings and noticed that he had written an article about the global sex trade. Finally, all the pieces of this strange puzzle were starting to come together.
Like many people, I assumed that having a sex slave would be VERY cost prohibitive. According to Chuck, this is not the case, a good Asian sex slave can be had for as little as $500.00. Then I started thinking about all the gifts, travel expenses, and embarrassment pedophiles endure to molest an American child. Then I knew what we had to do.
Folks, it’s time to legalize the import of foreign child sex slaves to America.
Now, I can practically hear the gasps of disbelief as everyone reads this, but hear me out. What’s better, a child living in Cambodia or a child living in America? No brainer there. Which country has more opportunity? Again, no brainer.
Sure, ideally we wouldn’t have to make the choice…but the world is far from ideal. There are perversions in the world I try not to think about, or to look up on the internet, but they do exist and denying that would be foolish. I’d much prefer to know that when a pervert gets his tax refund he’s going to spend it to import a new sex slave from some far away land that nobody visits except to bomb rather than spend that money to drive 400 miles and purchase a truck full of sex toys to deliver to Chris Hanson on To Catch a Predator, who he originally thought was going to be a flesh-and-blood version of an American child with the screenname 13yrOld4U that he’s been chatting with for the last week.
As usual, once my idea sinks in a little, I doubt you’ll be able to do anything but agree with me.