You're probably wondering what's got me in such a philosophical mood. A little background for you: Channel 9 reporter Ben McCormack has been sentenced to a $1000 fine and a three year good behaviour bond by a District Court judge for offences of a pederastic nature. I'm sure the phrase 'pederastic nature' has your hackles raised and your flesh crawling. And fair enough; there can be nothing so revolting as sexual crimes against children. Now, let me point out McCormack pleaded guilty to an offence involving transmission of pornography via a social carriage. He was sprung discussing his fantasies. Those fantasies, whilst obnoxious to most people, have not been acted upon. He has not actually touched any children. Now, don't go jumping up and down at me when I point out this is on the lower end of the seriousness scale regarding these crimes, speaking in a legal sense. Think for a second and you will see what I'm getting at. The judge has had to take into account his guilty plea, any evidence, any precedent and case law, any psychological reports regarding McCormack's remorse and/or likelihood of reoffending - it's all very nuanced, and being a senior lawyer, the judge understands the law and knows how to apply it, which is the judge's mandate.
Problem is, people don't see reason and like to call you names when you give polite, educated responses. Check this screenshot I have taken of a thread wherein I got called a very low name today. I have edited out the names of the innocent, along with the pig-ignorant fuck stain, as a matter of prudence:
Okay, you've taken the time to read it, and hopefully the delirium has worn away. In times gone by, I would have probably become upset at this type of abuse. Not today. I laughed. If you're reading this, He Who Levelled The Abuse (or more likely, having someone read it to you), it really says more about you than me, that your way of presenting an argument is to accuse people of crimes, all the while using spelling and punctuation on par with a mildly impaired eight-year-old. And yes, I did have a good laugh at it all. I've been called many things in my time, some pleasant and some very unpleasant, but to be called a man with pederastic tendencies not only takes the cake, it cleans out the entire fucking bakery! It is interesting that I had cause to criticise his misuse of the ellipsis; I've been tutoring school kids in English and I did a lesson on this very punctuation mark the other day! The fact that I was able to just laugh at this imbecilic piece of gangrenous dung tells me I'm toughening up, and that I've finally grown a pair, as they say. If this be the case, his accusation that I'm really a man might just hold water.
Isn't this a great day? It's a historic day, and for a good reason. Equality at last! Now for a segue to my last novel, 'Silver Studs & Sabre Teeth' - one of the plots therein dealt with the issue of same sex marriage. Check it out. There's a link to the first chapter on this blog homepage. But watching the news, and seeing the applause and cheering erupting in Parliament House put a smile on my face like a bacon slicer. It also put a tear in my eye. I wished I was there. Later, I saw some other footage of the public gallery bursting into song, that song being 'I Am, You Are, We Are Australian', and I was glad I was not there; I really detest that song. Talk about a way to spoil a great moment. Still, it's better than a round of John Williamson's 'True Blue'.
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