COP Columns

 

 

 

 

The Legal System Kills Another Child

But So What? It Wasn't A Judge's Kid

 

"Great Falls, Mont., Jan. 11 -- A portly, bearded short-order cook with a quarter-century history of molesting children was arraigned here today for snatching a young boy whose body, prosecutors said, was cut into pieces, cooked into stew and spaghetti sauce and fed to the man's unwitting friends and neighbors."

That's from the Washington Post, not a campus newspaper attempting humor.

For the better than half a decade I've been on this beat, I've written this story over and over, with variations in the details. A dirtball molests children. A judge or parole board lets him go, or a psychiatrist decides that he has been reformed. He then tortures and kills several children. The newspapers react with outrage. The next month it happens again somewhere.

I point out the same things over and over. Some people are permanently broken. They can't be fixed. Psychopaths don't get better. Child molesters repeat. All predatory rapists are serial rapists. Sexual offenders are dangerous. How hard is this to understand?

So, for that matter, are serial violent criminals. I don't mean the guy who gets in a fight in a bar, or the woman who clocks her husband with a vase. I mean the men who repeatedly hurt people in the commission of crime. They are going to do it again. Figure it out.

Much of our legal system is based on false premises. The Jeffersonian idea that a criminal starts with a clean slate when he has "paid his debt to society" is just plain nuts. If you punish a cobra and let it go, it will bite someone else. When a psychopath with sadistic sexual urges goes into jail, and comes out, he is still a psychopath with sadistic sexual urges. If he liked children going in, he will like children coming out. This is not rocket science.

We need to get a handle on this.

Sex is bizarre, and it is powerful. The normal variety is odd enough, but harmless. If a man has no conscience -- and that is exactly the case with these guys -- and his sex drive is directed toward dismembering children, then the only question for him becomes: Where can I get a child?

And five years of sitting in prison, and talking the glib convincing twaddle for which psychopaths are notorious, and finding Jesus (a standard jail-house tactic) will not change him. He is what he is. Certainly there is nothing in prison life that is likely to make him suffer a sudden access of morality.

From the Post: "A month after his release from the hospital in July 1991, Bar-Jonah was arrested in Worcester County, Mass, for assaulting a 7-year-old boy in a car while the boy's mother was in a post office." He pled down to breaking and entering and assault and got a couple of years of probation.

What?

Breaking into a car to get at a little boy isn't a property crime. (He broke the window. Oh.) It isn't a crime of bad temper, like smacking a bartender. It is a sexual assault on a child. It is also clearly loony: The mother was nearby. The only answer is ellwop: Life Without Parole.

The same should be true of career violent criminals. Hurting people -- shooting them, stabbing them, stomping them, pistol-whipping them -- is a clear sign of being dangerous. Not of being errant, or misunderstood, or crying out for help, but of being unfixably dangerous.

If we had a responsible judiciary, I wouldn't be in favor of mandatory sentences. They're a bad idea. Three-felonies-and-it's-life sounds good, sure. Then some jurisdiction drops its felony-shoplifting limit to a hundred bucks, a petty thief grabs a pricier bracelet than he thought, and mandatorily he's in slam for life. Not good.

But for sexually violent predators, we need, desperately need, mandatory life sentences that judges, parole boards, and psychiatrists cannot alter.

I've talked to a fair number of violent nutcase criminals. They're charming. They're fluent. If they're not charming, well, they seem so sincere. They didn't do it all, or they've repented. Psychiatrists are suckers for these guys. Politically appointed parole boards don't understand who they're talking to. And somebody else's kid ends up tortured and raped and strangled. The details typically would make you gag.

Oh yeah. Bones of what seem to be another kid have been found at Bar-Jonah's place. The people in Massachusetts who let the guy go don't care, I presume. It wasn't their kid.
Fred On Everything

 

 


ha

 

Buy Fred's New Collection of Sedition and Outrage!

Curmudgeing Through Paradise

What the critics are saying

"Despicable. Without redeeming features": New York Preview of Books "Fred be discriminate!": Al Sharpton "Fred--that ugh! man--is the ideological equivalent of the Hillside Strangler": The American Feminist "Fred deserves his own entry in the DSM V": Psychology Today

 

Or, for a book whose purchase will probably get you on Homeland Security's no-fly list, click here and those scoundrels at Amazon will send it to you in a plain brown wrapper marked "Sex Books" to protect your reputation. Sordid wit, literary grunge, nothing a civilized person would read. But you came to this site, didn't you? Ha. Gotcha.

 


Note: If emailing, do not remove the slashes that appear in the subject line as otherwise, to avoid spam, your email will be heartlessly auto-deleted.

Donate Email Fred  

Other Note: I try to read all letters, but simply cannot respond to hundreds of emails. Neither rudeness nor delusional self-importance is involved. Just can't do it. My apologies.

Google
Web FOE

See? You are not alone.

Hit Counter

Which may or may not be a good thing. At any rate, there are other twisted, brain-fried wackos out there who have too much time on their hands and read this stuff, probably while cleaning their guns. But don't worry. This site wraps its IP packets in plain brown envelopes marked "Kinky Books" so your neighbors won't know. Anyway, to the extent that counters mean any thing, which isn't much of an extent, this sucker gives the number of columns read, not counting subscribers, since Monday, October 8, 2002. Whoopee-do. More or less.



Nekkid in Austin

Buy Fred's reprehensible book, Nekkid In Austin! Amazon has the beast. Another collection of outrages, irresponsible ravings, and curmudgeonry from Fred On Everything and some innocent magazines that foolishly published him. Put Fred Reed in the search at thingy at Amazon and the book will pop up like mushrooms on a decaying stump. Tell everyone you came to the site by mistake while searching for articles on cannibalism. Your childhood made you do it. We're all victims nowadays.

Buy Fred's Book!


The Great Possum-Squashing and Beer Storm of 1962

Stock up. Christmas will eventually come again, if it isn't outlawed. Possum-Squashing is a better present than an ugly tie. At least as good anyway.

Buy Fred's Book!


Terms of Use | | About Fred | Subscribe | Unsubscribe

©Fred Reed
www.FredOnEverything.net

Site designed by Emily Wolfer
edesign@healthyspiritllc.com