You may have heard buzz on the internet that a long-fought battle by pedophiles and their psychoanalysts, who desire their demented compulsions be normalized by society as an alternative lifestyle, is again catching steam given the current political environment and the rabid political correctness that’s accompanying it. Reports assert that pedophiles are demanding the same rights as homosexuals, arguing that pedophilia is not a perversion, but rather a sexual orientation. (Go here and here to read the sick attempts at rationalizing child rape.)

Now before I share my take on that, I’d like to relate a story about a girl I once knew:

Until about the age of seven, she lived in a small city in California. It was a time, in the late 1960’s, when kids walked home from school unattended. It was an era where kids would stay gone, playing in the neighborhood all day, until evening came, a father’s familiar whistle being the signal to come home for dinner. We didn’t worry about monsters.

The little girl lived one house down, and directly across the street from, the neighborhood city park. She played there most days, often with her older brother in tow. One day, as she spun herself into dizziness on one of those twirling, jungle-gym, nausea-inducing contraptions, a man approached her and asked where the men’s room was. She thought this was an odd question, since she could see the small, cinder-block building directly behind him. Nonetheless, she skipped over to the building and pointed, saying, “It’s right here!” The man thanked her and, before going inside, asked that she wait for him just outside the entrance. She guessed he didn’t want to get lost.

A few moments later, the man, whom the little girl thought very tall from her five-year-old perspective, reappeared. But the little girl, who’d been waiting, proud that she was helping an adult, became instantly frightened.

Standing before her was the same man, but now, from the waist down, he was naked. She began to shake, too frightened to scream. After a few moments, he said, “Have you ever seen one this big?”

Summoning courage, she ran away to find her brother, who was still somewhere in the park, never looking back. And never telling anyone.