...and I don't feel fine.
Welcome to sunny Pedophile Acres in FL, USA; the happy trailer park (go figure) where every other neighbor is a convicted sex offender.
I'm snarkless. I mean, my first thought was "Let's just take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure," but this gets so much more complex than that...
1) What does it say about our society that, in order to make room for more pot smokers, tax evaders, and cigarette smugglers (but I repeat myself) in our jails, we have to parole whole trailer parks full of baby rapers?
2) If you've done the time, have you paid for the crime? Or are you still in jail on the outside? If so, why bother with the whole cells'n'guards'n'walls thing in the first place?
3) Are convicted sex offender support groups as intrinsically creepy as, to steal a phrase from P.J. O'Rourke, "Rottweilers Against Child Mauling"?
4) Parole? Are you mad? How can anyone look at a parole board and say "Yeah, I did horrible things to that six year old, but I'm sorry and I'm all better now," and be believed?
If this was Marko's blog, this would be posted in his category "Sick Sad World".