Yeah, I Don't Think So

Lately the news has been riddled with stories about inappropriate chats between grown-ups (can we still consider them grown-up, cause except for their biological age, they certainly are not) and teenagers. 20/20 has been doing exposes capturing these perverts on-line and on camera. Some of them look very next-door-neighbor-hey-weren't-you-in-church-last-week-I-think-I-teed-off-with-your-golf-group-our-kids-do-first-grade-together kinda guys. Others look exactly the way we think or would imagine they would, based on the stereo-types created by late night television movie of the week characters. Frankly, I'm a little sickened that so many of these creeps exist.

One man has gained some air-time because of his recent actions. As the investigations delve deeper, his story has becomes more chum for a media feeding frenzy. One of the latest additions to his story are claims of his own sexual molestation (which allegedly involves clergymen of an unidentified denomination). There are also claims of alcohol abuse. I'm not particularly good at putting two and two together, but I'm adding these claims up and coming up with a person trying to gain public sympathy, understanding, or someone trying to justify their actions.

I personally don't think this should be about the skeletons in this man's closet, but about the skeletons he has now created and placed in his victim's closets. And instead of cleaning up his own mess, he just shoved it in someone else's way.