Peter Reynolds

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Castration Is The Answer

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How can a man rape a two year old girl?

I mean the question in both senses.  How, physically, is it possible without vile and serious physical trauma?  How is it possible for any human being with any degree of conscience or decency?

These questions are unanswerable. So is the crime.  No punishment can be sufficient.  A death sentence would be both too forgiving and morally indefensible.  Surely life must mean life?  Perhaps we should consider “hard labour” or some other definition of the way that this man must spend his time in prison?

But of course this is not a man.  This is a sentient being that has behaved at a level beneath a dumb animal.  I doubt that he is “mad” in any sense that we can define.  He is simply bad.  For the full story see here.ball

Louis Theroux’s recent documentary, “A Place For Paedophiles”, gave an extraordinary insight into Coalinga mental hospital in California where more than 500 paedophiles who have served their sentence have been detained because  they are too dangerous to release.  The BBC has already removed this from the iPlayer so am I happy to direct you elsewhere: (download it here via BitTorrent).

In Coalinga more than 70% of the inmates refuse to participate in the therapy that is their only remote possibility of release.  Otherwise they are destined to spend the rest of their days locked up, even if in relative luxury.  One inmate who was participating in therapy had gone as far as having himself surgically castrated in the hope of release.

Now this may be a way forward.  Why not make surgical castration an option for depraved, out of control monsters such as the one convicted yesterday?  It could be optional, as part of rehabilitation, or in the most serious cases enforced as part of the sentence.  For someone guilty of such appalling crimes I do not see this as any infringement of his rights.

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall And My Future

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I have become an immense fan of Hugh’s recently.  River Cottage was always a programme that I enjoyed but with the assistance of the marvellous torrent site (forget the iPlayer) www.thebox.bz   he has become an obsession.

If I need a little relaxation, a little soothing, noone does it better than Hugh.  It is, perhaps, ironic, that he shares the name of my younger brother who is the most sour, miserable character, for Mr F-W always lifts my spirits and inspires me towards a gentler life and to chop my onions, crush my garlic and delicately simmer my vegetables.

I confess that I do not always hold entirely true to his philosophy.  My pungent tomato soup tonight was nurtured from my homegrown coriander but the remaining ingredients were Tesco’s onions, garlic and tinned tomatoes and it tasted bloody marvellous.

It looks as if Emsworth is to see the back of me shortly – credit crunch, buy-to-let mortgage, landlord’s wife is pregnant – and I am inspired towards Dorset.  My clifftop writer’s retreat, above the crashing surf, my dogs, my garden, etc, etc.  Protest not! I am paid to dream and to chronicle my ambition and that is where it now lies.

This very week I am travelling west (as every young man should) and hoping that my nirvana is ahead.  I have set my sights betwen Lyme Regis and Swanage and somewhere there I intend to find my new home.