Let’s Start Setting Sex Offenders and Serial Killers – On Fire

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One thing none of us can bear the thought of is losing one of our children to a serial killer, or other degenerate. I read recently serial killer Ian Brady told the mother of one of his victims where he buried the child over forty years ago. This was a dramatic case from Great Britain that Steven Morrissey wrote a chilling song about. If you’ve never heard the song – it is below with lyrics.

This led me to look at the Adam Walsh murder – which was admitted to by Ottis Toole on his deathbed. John Walsh and his family had no closure for years after the abduction and heinous murder of their little boy, Adam. This led me to look at the number of registered sex offenders in each state.

If you want to guess how many might be in your state – here’s your chance, give it a shot. Go ahead, guess how many registered sex offenders are living in the same state as you and your family.

In the USA I thought the number would be a few thousand for sure. Probably around 10,000 but not likely more than that. After all, we’re talking about those that have been caught for their crimes. There couldn’t be more than about 10,000 in the USA. That is about 200 for each state. Then I thought, wait a second, that is probably too low. OK, let’s double it. Maybe there were 400 registered sex offenders in each state. That was probably closer to the truth.

So, how many did you choose for your state? 500? 1,000? 2,000 maybe? If you live in a big state, maybe you might have 3,000 registered sex offenders living around you?

You’ll probably all have to adjust your pants after I tell you the real number.

In the USA and it’s territories, there are over 720,000 registered sex offenders.

In Washington D.C. alone, there are 961!

Do you live in California? Many of my readers do. Your lovely state is home to 72,753!

That’s registered! That’s known. Can you imagine how many more there are that are unknown? Holy Christ!

The numbers are absolutely staggering.

I remember pulling up the registered sex offenders database search around where my brother and sister live with their kids. We grew up in this town of about 3,500 people. Maybe there are 5,000 residents now, years later. There were over a dozen offenders in their same town when I did the search.

The world is truly, absolutely, fucked. There are basically two kinds of people in the world – good, and bad. I don’t see any in-between. If you’re good – you know who you are.

I think we should start setting people on fire – in order to see an instantaneous and dramatic reduction in numbers of serial killers and sex offenders across the USA. Monks self-immolate in order to show people something that means a great deal to them. If we set people on fire purposefully, then the entire population of the USA will see that this issue means something too. Right?

Want to see your state?

Click the link below or the image to download the short PDF file and see the graphic:

Here is the 2 page PDF file from The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. (CLICK)

Video, Suffer Little Children

Lyrics of The Smiths Song, “Suffer Little Children”

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I’ll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I’ll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you’ll never be a man
And you’ll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said: “I know my son is dead
I’ll never rest my hands on his sacred head”

Hindley wakes and Hindley says:
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:
“Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone”

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says:
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:
“Oh, whatever he has done, I have done”

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries:

Oh, find me…find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we’re a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me!
Find me!
I’ll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I’ll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!
Oh…
Over the moors, I’m on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

[Fire image courtesy of Alex-Murphy at Flickr.com creative commons]