So long as their victims suffer life-long debilities, why should dead pedophiles rest in peace?
The death anniversary of my abuser insists it be marked with some celebration. One year without polluting this earth's fine air. Woo-hoo!
How should one commemorate such a milestone? Spray the epithet PEDOPHILE with weed killer on the grass over his grave? Etch it into the marble of his headstone? No. That would be vandalism, and we are, after all, good little victims, aren't we?
What about something temporarily permanent? Ephemeral graffiti. Skywriting. A Bronx cheer caught on silent film.
Here's an idea. Print a little sign that reads "Dead Pedophile." Sneak into the cemetery in the dead of day. Furtively check for guards and webcams. Erect the guilty banner on the pedophile's grave, photograph it, then scamper off. No one will have seen.
No one, except all the other victims who visit this website to post their own vituperative eulogies.
You: huddled masses yearning to be free! Send in your photos, your Dear Johns to the dead. Come here not to praise Ceasar, but to bury him--or her, or them--in dung.
Let others extol their virtues. We're too familiar with their vices. Come, let us memorialize dead pedophiles in such manners as they deserve.
Here Lies
Abuser's Name
Beloved?
Not!
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