It’s an old topic here:

What worries me about feral children (not a new topic here) is society’s refusal to recognize their existence and deal with them honestly. This denial often takes the form of a bizarre belief that being of a certain age conveys “innocence,” even though anyone with an ounce of common sense who has seen such monsters knows full well that they are the antithesis of innocence.

Sooner or later, someone who is carrying concealed is going to be attacked by such a mob, and will be forced to defend himself. No one wants to be portrayed as having shot innocent “children,” but I don’t see any way to prevent it from happening.

For an unforgettable example of what such a “child” can do, a 12 year old (who happened to be 6’2″ tall) shot and killed a 24 year old woman who was sitting in her car. When I blogged about this, I was taken to task by commenters who made an unsubstantiated claim that the victim was a “stripper.” How that justified her death at the hands of a 12 year old gunman, I don’t know. The point is, some of the monsters we call “children” can be a lot more dangerous than adults.

I have long believed that the claim that children are innocent is one of the most evil and obnoxious lies in supposedly polite and civilized society. I learned better at the ripe old age of two. Somehow, I have managed to put up with sickening moralistic cant about the innocence of children for these past 55 years, and I am sure I will have to listen to it for the rest of my life, for society loves to comfort itself with such myths.

But I repeat myself:

One of the few things which triggers genuine feeling of sickness in me is to hear some lamebrain prattling about the “innocence” of children. Innocent hell! They’re as “innocent” as cheetahs.

The paradox is that cheetahs are in fact innocent by human standards. They cannot form a criminal mindset, and morality does not apply to them. So I wasn’t being fair to compare feral children to cheetahs.

I guess I was reminded of all of this because we are supposed to be in the middle of another one of this twisted society’s teaching moments.

Spare me. I learned what I needed to know a long time ago.