The Sound Of The Ore Tree

Foreword: This post his dedicated to totallyconfused and her fellow Orees.
 
One much debated question is “'If a tree falls in the forest, and there is no one to hear it, does it make a sound?'”

After thought, those that like to base themselves on reason say that if a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, then it does NOT make a sound as sound is something that is heard.

But reason also tells us, for a fact, that there was a sound, as no tree breaks in silence. We don’t know, and might never know, what the pitch of screech was or if it was only just whimper, but nature and all the historical background humanity has accumulated on tree falling; it’s undeniable that there was effectively a sound.

To silence this sound as nonexistent is simply stupid.

To forfeit the tree of its existence is of the most profound of injustices. More specifically, it’s a miscarriage of Justice. To inflict this injustice intentionally is to be insanely evil for it reveals intent to deny on other the basic and worldwide constitutional, right to a quality of life that one DEMANDS for oneself.

We seem to be witnessing lately more, and more of this exercise of power by those elected to provide the exact opposite.

No, it’s not a conspiracy theory. It’s stating one very well known but rarely stated disease: power addiction. And those that are addicted to it have, in these modern times, mastered the art of getting their daily fix, or, as we watch every single day nationwide and across nations, of guaranteeing they remain in power regardless of values. Be they social, be they ethical.

They tame the masses. I’ve said it before, and will say it again, by manipulating fear. Like a good marketing ploy, they create the need, and then explain how they’re the ONLY ones that can defend YOU from it.

Racism, religion, safety, the three mostly used. If the fear is real, then the task is facilitated. How many parents that adamantly didn’t believe that Maddie was abducted, even laughed about it, but have spent the last three summers holidaying in Algarve scared that Pimpleman might come lurking in the night and take their kid away?

The fear of possible absence of safety explores our basic instincts and is almost as much exploited as the McCann’s Holy Fund.

We, in this blog, condemn, in the most vehement and clear manner the crime of pedophilia. Nothing extraordinary in the feat, as any normal human being should.

Just a little bit off-topic, of the bad vices a person can have the one I consider worst is gambling. Many have ruined their lives because of it. But also have so many others due to drugs and alcohol. But the biggest difference between the people caught in these disgraceful situations is that a gambler looks just like you and me.

A gambler that has just lost absolutely all can only be characterized, physically, by the utter sadness of his bodily expressions. No other physical indication as to his consummated disgrace. But there are much more sad people on this Earth than gamblers.

A pedophile is like a gambler, an honest-Joe chameleon living with the darkest of sins.

None of us know, or even guess, how many pedophiles we have until today shaken hands with or even kissed, shared a joke, helped in a time of need, or contacted with in other many human natural interactions.

They simply look like just like any other person.

The reverse to this, is that anyone can be branded a pedophile. And it will stick, to anyone. I had that shown to me just yesterday. At dinner, Fred looked straight into my eyes and said: “What if I told you that I was a pedo?”

At first, the thing didn’t hit me. It wasn’t funny, so it wasn’t a joke, but I guess my brain faced with THAT just took it as such. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t smile. He just looked at me. “That I have been one for the last fifteen years and that I’ve molested some very, very young boys and girls?”

My heart sank. Plunged. I don’t exactly remember what I was doing but I remember that I stopped half way. “I’m so sorry… I’m just telling you because I think the cops are onto me, and I expect them to come here any day. Maybe even tomorrow…” 

I cannot begin to describe the waves of disgust, physical and mental that I felt.

Before me the man I loved turned, in a second, into a repulsive monster. The one that I trusted, that I offered by body and soul to was as repugnant as imagination can conceive. Vomit went up my throat. They say in a situation like this, you just want to run. I prayed for something to strike me there and then. Something fulminating that would take me away from there right away, right now. Quickly, quickly.

My brain filled with the faces of my children, my family, my neighbors… of the shame that I was about to face before all I knew. “You see, honey, how easy it is to condemn someone?”, he just went on with his soup, “you’ve been reading about that Operation ORE thing and all those people falsely accused of being pedos… and you even write in their defense, but when it came knocking at your door, what was your reaction? You really thought that I had done all those things that your mind just come up with, didn’t you?” 

It’s stupid to ask a boxer who has just been knocked cold out what he thinks about Global Warming because his mind is somewhere else. Nowhere, to be exact. So I just said what I could, nothing.

“Thank God that nobody has EVER accused me of that, because if they did, all I could have was your gut. I know that if I told you I was innocent that you would be behind me, I know that, but that is because you know me. But in the back of your head there would always be that question… is he?”

Honestly, at this point, if I had a gun I would have shot his head off. Then I would calmly put it back on his neck and shoot it off again.  

“Yes, that question would always be there… Now imagine with what I could count on from all others. ALL OTHERS. Be they friends, be they strangers. No pity from them. No pity from them on me, no pity from them on you… Can you now understand what those people have suffered?” 

“Some weren’t able to take it… no, not some, many,” said I...

“I don’t know if I could, or would,” he finalized the conversation.

Last night I didn’t sleep.

But, what if Fred was really a pedophile? Would I stand by him? Let me clarify right away that issue. No, I wouldn’t. And before turning him over to the authorities I would hurt him. Physically.

I think that all guilty pedophiles should be stigmatized. Locked away for life and treated like the animals they are. They shouldn’t be allowed EVER to walk amongst civilized society. In my opinion, they are NOT, by own choice, part of it.

I’ve already had the opportunity to state, at the height of the Hewlett-Maddie framing, that I don’t agree, with the stipulated sentences by the law, for excessive leniency, for this crime.

But that is me disagreeing with the actual law, not with the application of the law. And that’s exactly why I keep on hounding the McCanns. I just want the law to be applied to them in the same manner as it has been applied to others.

Careless if that means they get a ridiculous slap on the wrist or an adequate life sentence. It is to be whatever the law determines, independent of me agreeing, or not, of its severity.

As I also said at the time, if Mr. Hewlett served the sentence handed out to him by the adequate judicial system, that he had paid fully, officially, his debt to society.

That means that he no longer should he be persecuted PUBLICLY for that crime.

But would I want him near any of my children or my grandchildren after, as I stated, he paid his debt to society? Obviously, and absolutely not. Should I, as a citizen, be warned that that particular person is a pedophile? Certainly, yes.

Yes, I know that would mean, once again obviously, stigmatization. And that wouldn’t even tickle my conscience. Tough luck, Buddy. You knew already knew that that was at stake when you messed with kids. So take it like an adult that you never were able to be.

But I’m talking about a GUILTY pedophile. Let’s now talk about Operation Ore.

From what I’m led to know, the Police were following a child-porn website. They have my blessing. This following led to a list of people who paid for content from the above said website. This list was based on credit card payments, the most common way for payment in the internet.

They moved on them. Here they have, and don’t have, my blessing. They have it, because all those that REALLY bought the content in question should be accountable for it. They don’t have because identity theft is one of the most common crimes known to occur in credit card payments.

The Police should have checked BEFOREHAND on whom they should have moved on, and those that should have been warned that they were being used. But they didn’t, and as far as I can see, it’s a problem that could be easily overcome, as long as the privacy of those in question remained intact.

Now, here is what seems to be where the system went wrong, knew it was going wrong, and persevered in the wrongfulness. Just the UK System… not all systems, mind you. It seems that almost immediately red alerts sounded that most persecuted were co-lateral victims of a heinous crime.

So, the police revised all their investigations and proceeded to prosecute only those that we’re guilty of the crime charged. Correcting a mistake, a most transparent and reasonable procedure. Those that are guilty are to be, and were, prosecuted and condemned; the others should be allowed to go on, unaltered as possible, with their lives.

All polices? No. Only the great majority, would even dare say, all but one.

That’s why there’s no Operation Ore Scandal in the US, and there seems to be one in the UK.

So, we have INNOCENT people falsely accused of being pedophiles. I hope you now understand, as Fred taught me, the violence of this accusation.

The forthcoming hearing on Operation Ore, is simply about these people recovering what should not have been taken from them: DIGNITY.

It’s not about persecuting or about exposing anybody. It’s about Justice It’s not about persecuting anybody, although whoever is responsible for this situation should be accountable for his action. That’s nothing more than Man’s Justice.

It’s not about exposing, although to all those that have cornered "the animal", expect him to use all his claws and fangs mercilessly and in whichever he chooses to do so. You don't want him to? Don't corner him then. Oh, it's too late? Tough luck, Buddy. That’s nothing more than Nature’s Justice.

The sound made from a falling tree, in this case the proud Ore Tree, independent of witnesses.