Saturday, November 19, 2005


I'm sure you remember, if you're a bit old like me, that strange person that used to dress up in silver platform knee high boots with matching jumpsuit, who went by the name of Garry Glitter?

I remember him as this seedy looking middle aged bloke who was always red faced, (indicating an alcohol problem?), dripping with sweat, (high blood pressure?), and in dire need of a decent hairdresser and a talented make-up artist, while he was strutting his stuff, and quite frankly not making a very good job of it. You must admit he did have the aura of a pervert and that's exactly what he turned out to be, the nasty little man.

He was arrested on child pornography charges, and let's face it with something like that if you are collecting images of it, you are sure as hell acting it out. He was also in a profession (and I use the term loosely, in his case) where he was ideally placed to bring his sick fantasy into reality.

Before I get to the point, which always takes me a while, I'm glad to say that after googling away here I could not come up with a photo, but I would have liked one of him to post in his finery, in his sweat laden frenzy on stage, just to show what a complete and utter twat he looked. Why glad? Because that sends him into oblivion, which is the best place for him, and anyone who uses his position in life, to the detriment of others should be made to feel totally unimportant, but not too much.

The police in Vietnam are looking for him, where , not to put too finer point on it, he is at it again.

Many years ago while back packing in the third world, I was confronted at breakfast, by a German man appearing with his, definitely not more than 10 years old, "boyfriend", whom he stroked and whispered endearments to. I never managed to finish my breakfast that morning and neither did he after I'd finished telling him what I thought of him and forcibly making him wear his fried eggs. If I could have gotten away with it he would have been wearing his balls for earrings for good measure.

So Mr. Glitter, has made his way to a poor country in a part of the world which is notorious down at the lower level of his part of the food chain as being an easy mark, if you have the money, to take advantage of the poverty and need, where desperation will outweigh fear and morality. Another example is a famous science fiction writer living in a far away place, whose "boy" lies under his desk like a dog waiting to please.

When people like this are convicted, they should be stripped of their financial assets, in order to stop them leaving the country and inflicting their perversion on even more vulnerable children. They should spend longer in prison, and be kept in solitary, preferably until they are too old and decrepit to have the strength to perform any sort of sexual act, or given the appropriate medication. A frontal lobotomy would do it, and would be a damn sight cheaper.

On second thoughts I mentioned oblivion previously, so put him in a silver glitter space suit, along with Jonathan King. Book the space shuttle, (make the Vatican pay for it, as part of their penance) and blast them into outer space and once up there shove them out the airlock.

They always wanted to be stars didn't they? I wonder if Gary was ever a priest?



Blogger Kim Ayres said...

That's the problem with the penal system. Locking him away for a couple of years didn't address why he was doing it in the first place. Either he should be going through therapy whilst encarcerated, or else he should have his sexual organs removed. Just locking people up rarely ever solves the problem

1:51 PM  
Blogger kats said...

exactly Kim


1:54 PM  
Blogger Gavin Corder said...

It's my understanding that castration after pubity removes only the means not the urge. And I don't believe that therapy can cure - only modify behaviour. The only solution for the dangerously incurable is permanent encarceration - or death.

I favour death. I suspect if you put it to a vote the British public would overwhelmingly agree!

7:20 PM  
Blogger kats said...

Gavin I may seem a tad anarchic at times, but I don't believe in the death penalty.

Humiliation, persecution, drug related control, is more my style.

Two wrongs don't make a right. (I think)

Thanks for the link!


8:20 PM  
Blogger Richard Seamon said...

A)Thanks for providing my first genuine comment!

B) Agree wholeheartedly with your sentiments. Death's too good for them, make the bugger suffer.

2:24 AM  

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