Has the law taken a wrong turn? - 44 itchy monkeys and one baby cobra

Yes, I can understand why so many have concluded those 44 monkeys deserve what they are getting. But let us reconsider the facts of the case again, this time by using common sense as a vantage to help us make sense of this sordid episode – if you walk into a tobacconist and buy a packet of cigarettes and it subsequently turns out to be contraband, then should you be hauled up by the law for possession of stolen goods? Or is it the fault of the wayward vendor who has no business whatsoever to offer for sale contraband cigarettes in the first place?

Gentlemen this is not a question about morality and ethics, it is simply a question that revolves around the intrinsic meaning of one word, REASONABLENESS – is it reasonable to expect any of these 44 men to ascertain the age of this minor? Or does the pimp owe a duty to disclose this information to his prospective customers? – in this case it seems the pimp did not even bother to convey this vital information to his clientele. It could be, he even deliberately misrepresented the minor’s age. So how are the 44 men going to REASONABLY ascertain the age of this minor? Is it reasonable to expect every man who goes into a shop to buy items to behave like Sherlock Holmes? Are they all born like LKY, where he claims, he is a radar? So which body part is the radar to ascertain the real age of this minor? Or are they all supposed to use ESP to ascertain her age? Could it be all of these 44 people and possibly the entire male population of Singapore are direct descendants of Nostradamus? Can they see her age by just looking into the mystical valley of woods? So let us all be REASONABLE lah. It is very obvious to me the law has taken a wrong turn here and a miscarriage of justice may have taken place here.

This pimp has obviously taken ALL these 44 men for a big ride by misrepresenting the age of the minor – so why isn’t the book thrown at wayward vendor. As for those 44 men, I feel very sorry for them and their families. As their lives are ruined. Nonetheless my sympathy for them has defined limits – as if a man chooses to live dangerously, then I believe he should first equip himself with the right attitude and tools to do so – but all of them just thought they were going for a mid afternoon walk in the park, now that the path has led directly to the police shop, this story can only have a very sad ending.

Gentlemen, we all live in dangerous times it seems.

Darkness 2012

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“All men have natural urges. We are not to blame, mother nature is the culprit. If you try to suppress these urges in a way that goes against the laws of nature, you will probably end up exploding like a hand grenade – so it is important to find a safe and reliable method of release. Unfortunately these days release has become a deadly affair with entrapment thrown in – so it is not possible for a man to seek release any more in a casual manner. So what he needs to do from now onwards is to seek release by approaching the matter in a business like manner. In the border region that separates the Congo from Zambia, there is a tribe known as the Maha-Itli – they chew a mix of mint leafs brought down by Arab traders from Libya through Chad right down to the Niger name called nana mixed with powdered cinnamon – very often you will find this mix, known as podina or pud is used as a condiment to accompany hot sweet teas through the region East to West of Africa spanning Gambia to Somalia. It is said, this is additive inhibits sexual desires. But I have tried this, and it is no bloody good, just slightly better than mint flavored Mentos or two tic tacs. So what can we all do? I have even heard that in Eastern Africa especially along the fractured border regions of Burkina Faso, to the North, there is Mali, to the south a narrow sliver of land called Togo, here the Imballah tribe practice as sort of breathing technique gathered from Indian navigators called Pranayama – it is said, this inhibits sexual desires. Again it is no bloody good. So what is a man supposed to do? The only thing he can do is to approach this matter seriously like business with the art of war or what we call in the brotherhood the Assasinscreed – what else is there left for a man when release has become such a dangerous enterprise. Either that or pickle it like jam. True to the Assasincreed my lips are sealed. Just don’t get caught and remember the exit strategy is key, be like Enzio. See you all on the other side. good luck! if you get caught, I dont know you. It’s everyman for himself.”