The one who kidnapps

[Anonymous]

I cannot believe parents allow this man to be alone with their child. Utter insanity on the part of these parents. This type of job attracts the strangest people in America, child rapists and sadistic pedophiles. I'm sure THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPS belongs in one of these categories. You disgust me.

[Anonymous]

Just because I am a pedophile, does not mean I am not fully qualified in the kidnapping arts. You all fail to realize how simple this job is. I grab a teen from their house in the middle of the night, cuff them if they are rowdy, and manipulate them into thinking they are going to a wonderful place instead of the hell-hole they are destined to spend years at. I don't hit them (often), and I rarely have sex with kids who do not consent. I let them know, if they suck me off, I will loosen the cuffs a bit, and I generally get consent. Unless you have experience with escorting yourself, you cannot judge me. God has laid my path down for me. God tells me everyday what I do is right.

I enjoy getting up every morning to read this message board. I wish you would realize I am not such a bad guy, really. I love teens, I really love them. God loves me, and so does Jesus, so I must not be evil. Sure, go ahead and troll me now, I know you all will. I am just trying to please God, and myself before I blow my brains out for being a loser.
THE ONE WHO CARES

[OverLordd]

once again the one who cares realizes how useful it would be for him to get a log in.

[Anonymous]

I don't care about you idiots and your thoughts.
I have never abused or have been violent with a child!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!You don't understand the work I do. There allot of caring transporters out there and I am sure there are some power hungry evil ones also. If you want to lump me into that catorgory then that is your choice. As for the immature idiot who keeps trying to bad mouth me, there is no need because everyone here hates me anyway. I don't suppose I could ever get you to see my side, so  :wave:  :wave: The one who cares

[Anonymous]

if my ex wife ever sends you for my child, I will cut your little penis off and stick it in your mouth then hack your arm off with a butter knife  and beat the shit out of you with it.

Why?  Because I truely am "the one who cares".

 :lol:

[OverLordd]

I don't suppose I could ever get you to see my side,

Well maybe if you acually argued your side, and did it well, you my friend are a bad human being, not just because of what you do, but you do it and you can't address it or excuse it, you dont even try.

[Anonymous]

On 2005-06-23 09:02:00, Anonymous wrote:

"I don't care about you idiots and your thoughts.

I have never abused or have been violent with a child!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!You don't understand the work I do. There allot of caring transporters out there and I am sure there are some power hungry evil ones also. If you want to lump me into that catorgory then that is your choice. As for the immature idiot who keeps trying to bad mouth me, there is no need because everyone here hates me anyway. I don't suppose I could ever get you to see my side, so  :wave:  :wave: The one who cares"

I've talked with you on here before.  You uncritically take the word of the parents that the teen needs to be kidnapped, without ever considering that some parents are child abusers and neglecters who would be more than willing to pay to get an inconvenient, unwanted stepchild out of the house.

You're like the executioner of a bad government.  If the corrupt regime says the guy is guilty and sentenced him to death, it's good enough for you, off with his head.

Sometimes the executioner kills a thief, sometimes a murderer, sometimes an innocent man.  Oh, well, you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.

The methods of the places you take them are horrible, but they succeed at executing the independent will of most of the kids, so that's good enough for you.

You're like the guys at Mai Lai---"We had to destroy the village in order to save it."

Without people like you, people doing the actual ham-handed botching of these kids' care wouldn't be able to get nearly as many victims.

But you do what you're told, you take people's word for it that have every conflict of interest in the book, and you deliver their kids up to low quality, hack-job, shortcut care.

That makes you a bad person.

Oh, I see "your side"---you see a wild kid--or one you've been *told* is wild, you see a broken kid who's the successful victim of thought-reform, and that's all you need to keep lying to yourself that the latter version of the kid is better than the former.

You're the same personality type, with the same lack of morals, as the men in the PRC who arrest political dissidents or Christians in underground churches and take *them* to re-education facilities to have *their* wills broken.

They, too, are adept at lying to themselves that they're "doing the right thing."  They, too, no doubt get thanked and hugged by their victims after the process is complete.

They're as secure in their belief in the rightness and benevolence of their job as you are in yours.

You are both exactly the same kind of monsters.

You are the tendrils of evil that make the bad parts of the world go 'round.

The evil of the mild-mannered man who goes home to his wife and kids at the end of a day complacently destroying lives and minds "for their own good."

Timoclea

[Anonymous]

On 2005-06-23 09:02:00, Anonymous wrote:

"I don't care about you idiots and your thoughts.

I have never abused or have been violent with a child!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!You don't understand the work I do. There allot of caring transporters out there and I am sure there are some power hungry evil ones also. If you want to lump me into that catorgory then that is your choice. As for the immature idiot who keeps trying to bad mouth me, there is no need because everyone here hates me anyway. I don't suppose I could ever get you to see my side, so  :wave:  :wave: The one who cares"

You takes children from their homes by intimidation or force (or both), and place them in abusive environments. That's violence. That's abuse.

I understand the work you do, alright. You abuse children, then deliver them to people who will abuse them some more.

Eventually, you will realize that not everyone share your delusions. Especially not the legal system. Child abduction and assault are offenses. You commit these crimes regularly. You belong behind bars.

[Antigen]

On 2005-06-23 06:19:00, Anonymous wrote:

 Just one thing, you see I know in my heart that I have made a difference in many kids lives. No matter what you all spew out.

Oh, I never would disagree w/ you about that, kidnapper.

in The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956, Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn. wrote

Chapter One

Arrest

How do people get to this clandestine Archipelago? Hour by hour planes fly there, ships steer their course there, and trains thunder off to it -- but all with nary a mark on them to tell of their destination. And at ticket windows or at travel bureaus for Soviet or foreign tourists the employees would be astounded if you were to ask for a ticket to go there. They know nothing and they've never heard of the Archipelago as a whole or of any one of its innumerable islands.

Those who go to the Archipelago to administer it get there via the training schools of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Those who go there to be guards are conscripted via the military conscription centers.

And those who, like you and me, dear reader, go there to die, must get there solely and compulsorily via arrest.

Arrest! Need it be said that it is a breaking point in your life, a bolt of lightning which has scored a direct hit on you? That it is an unassimilable spiritual earthquake not every person can cope with, as a result of which people often slip into insanity?

The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it. Each of us is a center of the Universe, and that Universe is shattered when they hiss at you: "You are under arrest."

If you are arrested, can anything else remain unshattered by this cataclysm?

But the darkened mind is incapable of embracing these displacements in our universe, and both the most sophisticated and the veriest simpleton among us, drawing on all life's experience, can gasp out only: "Me? What for?"

And this is a question which, though repeated millions and millions of times before, has yet to receive an answer.

Arrest is an instantaneous, shattering thrust, expulsion, somersault from one state into another.

We have been happily borne -- or perhaps have unhappily dragged our weary way -- down the long and crooked streets of our lives, past all kinds of walls and fences made of rotting wood, rammed earth, brick, concrete, iron railings. We have never given a thought to what lies behind them. We have never tried to penetrate them with our vision or our understanding. But there is where the Gulag country begins, right next to us, two yards away from us. In addition, we have failed to notice an enormous number of closely fitted, well-disguised doors and gates in these fences. All those gates were prepared for us, every last one! And all of a sudden the fateful gate swings quickly open, and four white male hands, unaccustomed to physical labor but nonetheless strong and tenacious, grab us by the leg, arm, collar, cap, ear, and drag us in like a sack, and the gate behind us, the gate to our past life, is slammed shut once and for all.

That's all there is to it! You are arrested!

And you'll find nothing better to respond with than a lamblike bleat: "Me? What for?"

That's what arrest is: it's a blinding flash and a blow which shifts the present instantly into the past and the impossible into omnipotent actuality.

That's all. And neither for the first hour nor for the first day will you be able to grasp anything else.

Except that in your desperation the fake circus moon will blink at you: "It's a mistake! They'll set things right!"

And everything which is by now comprised in the traditional, even literary, image of an arrest will pile up and take shape, not in your own disordered memory, but in what your family and your neighbors in your apartment remember: The sharp nighttime ring or the rude knock at the door. The insolent entrance of the unwiped jackboots of the unsleeping State Security operatives. The frightened and cowed civilian witness at their backs. (And what function does this civilian witness serve? The victim doesn't even dare think about it and the operatives don't remember, but that's what the regulations call for, and so he has to sit there all night long and sign in the morning. For the witness, jerked from his bed, it is torture too -- to go out night after night to help arrest his own neighbors and acquaintances.)

The traditional image of arrest is also trembling hands packing for the victim -- a change of underwear, a piece of soap, something to eat; and no one knows what is needed, what is permitted, what clothes are best to wear; and the Security agents keep interrupting and hurrying you:

"You don't need anything. They'll feed you there. It's warm there." (It's all lies. They keep hurrying you to frighten you.)

The traditional image of arrest is also what happens afterward, when the poor victim has been taken away. It is an alien, brutal, and crushing force totally dominating the apartment for hours on end, a breaking, ripping open, pulling from the walls, emptying things from wardrobes and desks onto the floor, shaking, dumping out, and ripping apart -- piling up mountains of litter on the floor-and the crunch of things being trampled beneath jackboots. And nothing is sacred in a search! During the arrest of the locomotive engineer Inoshin, a tiny coffin stood in his room containing the body of his newly dead child. The "jurists" dumped the child's body out of the coffin and searched it. They shake sick people out of their sickbeds, and they unwind bandages to search beneath them.

For those left behind after the arrest there is the long tail end of a wrecked and devastated life. And the attempts to go and deliver food parcels. But from all the windows the answer comes in barking voices: "Nobody here by that name!" "Never heard of him!" Yes, and in the worst days in Leningrad it took five days of standing in crowded lines just to get to that window, And it may be only after half a year or a year that the arrested person responds at all. Or else the answer is tossed out: "Deprived of the right to correspond." And that means once and for all. "No right to correspondence" -- and that almost for certain means: "Has been shot."

That's how we picture arrest to ourselves.

The kind of night arrest described is, in fact, a favorite, because it has important advantages. Everyone living in the apartment is thrown into a state of terror by the first knock at the door. The arrested person is torn from the warmth of his bed. He is in a daze, half-asleep, helpless, and his judgment is befogged. In a night arrest the State Security men have a superiority in numbers; there are many of them, armed, against one person who hasn't even finished buttoning his trousers. During the arrest and search it is highly improbable that a crowd of potential supporters will gather at the entrance. The unhurried, step-by-step visits, first to one apartment, then to another, tomorrow to a third and a fourth, provide an opportunity for the Security operations personnel to be deployed with the maximum efficiency and to imprison many more citizens of a given town than the police force itself numbers.

In addition, there's an advantage to night arrests in that neither the people in neighboring apartment houses nor those on the city streets can see how many have been taken away. Arrests which frighten the closest neighbors are no event at all to those farther away. It's as if they had not taken place. Along that same asphalt ribbon on which the Black Marias scurry at night, a tribe of youngsters strides by day with banners, flowers, and gay, untroubled songs.

But those who take, whose work consists solely of arrests, f

The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either, but right through every human heart.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060007761/circlofmiamithem' target='_new'>Alexander Solzhenitsyn

[OverLordd]

::claps impressed by the book, impressed by the quote, just damn impressed by how deep it is::

[Anonymous]

The kind of night arrest described is, in fact, a favorite, because it has important advantages.

The arrested person is torn from the warmth of his bed. He is in a daze, half-asleep, helpless, and his judgment is befogged. In a night arrest the State Security men have a superiority in numbers; there are many of them, armed, against one person who hasn't even finished buttoning his trousers.

This should sound familiar to the pro-kidnapper.

[Antigen]

It's a great book. I know it was required reading in regular old public schools back in the `70's. A lot has changed since then.

Forgiveness is divine. Forgetfulness is just a mental dysfunction.
--Antigen

[Anonymous]

On 2005-06-23 06:19:00, Anonymous wrote:

"Just one thing, you see I know in my heart that I have made a difference in many kids lives. No matter what you all spew out. I feel very content. As for all of you, you have made no difference and you never will. All of you are in some computer fantasy world in which everything you hear negative you believe and anything positive you throw away as brainwashing. So continue your little fight against people that try to help children if it makes you feel like a whole person. You are just a bunch of resentful vigilantes. You want to commit murder? You have some very severe problems!

THE ONE WHO CARES"

No i wouldnt! i perseived a crime taking place (kidnapping) and i just saved the kid! So what if you say its a intevention, any thug kidnapping a kid can say that! Shoot first and ask questions later. Your right murdering you is too good for you, so i would just shoot you in BOTH YOU NEECAPS! Lets see you kidnapp again in a wheelchair!!

You dont know what state im from i could be right next door to you next escort! There are about 38 states with conceal carry laws! You still want to kindnapp? lets gamble!!!

[Anonymous]

I'm scared :eek:  :eek:  :eek:  ::

[Anonymous]

On 2005-06-23 17:33:00, Anonymous wrote:

"I'm scared :scared:  :rofl: