True! I wouldn’t bring it up except that I subscribe to hundreds of somewhat similar blogs on Google Reader and, when
My friend used to be on Clark’s gardening staff in
The rules that we know and love in the US don’t really apply in Sri Lanka, and one of Clark’s many reasons for relocating to that troubled country was just that: To prey upon the children. A famous pedophile as far back as the 80’s, it’s amazed me that he’s escaped scorn and ridicule in the press. It’s much as if Jesus liked little boys, I think. You wouldn’t talk about that… You’d talk about all the Jesus stuff and ignore the pedophilia.
Still, though, thank god Jesus had a hankering for the girls. Because, that way, even the skeptics who don’t buy into the shine and glamor of the story can’t find fault in him. Yes, he hung out with a bunch of guys…but they were always surrounded by hot prozzies.
Here, I’ll say it: Fuck you all for mourning him. Sure, he pioneered this and that. Hitler pioneered the highway and affordable automobiles. If the “blogosphere” was around in 1945, would there have been a ton of articles mourning his death? Oh! How vital he was! The great things he did!
Wake up, people.
If it bleeds, it leads, right? And some ancient sci-fi author doesn’t bleed or lead. Debra Lafave. Man, she leads. And, I imagine, bleeds periodically. The media’s all over her. And, to be honest, if I were a young boy getting raped, I’d rather she do it than Arthur C. Clark.
Okay, now I’m kind of pissy and I’m going to go sit in the corner and drink. Open the pod bay doors, Hal, and let the boy scouts come and crawl all over me.
Consider this a public service announcement.