Salon Now Openly Promoting Pedophilia as “Sexual Orientation”

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
September 22, 2015

Slippery slope? Logical fallacy!
Slippery slope? Logical fallacy!

Despite the cries to the contrary, the slippery slope is a proven sociological reality.

They told us that homosexuality was something that couldn’t be helped, and so we just have to accept these people for who they are. Then came the trannies.

Now here we are at the pedos.

The new argument is that pedophilia is a “sexual orientation,” and that we should have understanding for those who are afflicted with this most undesirable attraction to kids.

The thing about all of this is, it can apply to any undesirable behavior. A thief can be born with an orientation toward grabbing things that don’t belong to him. And then we could have thieves who are not active thieves because they resist the urge to steal, even though the urge exists because they were born with it.

But the Jews only use this “born this way” theory selectively. In particular, when they want to make victims out of people trying to destroy society.

From the Salon piece:

I’ve been stuck with the most unfortunate of sexual orientations, a preference for a group of people who are legally, morally and psychologically unable to reciprocate my feelings and desires. It’s a curse of the first order, a completely unworkable sexuality, and it’s mine. Who am I? Nice to meet you. My name is Todd Nickerson, and I’m a pedophile. Does that surprise you? Yeah, not many of us are willing to share our story, for good reason. To confess a sexual attraction to children is to lay claim to the most reviled status on the planet, one that effectively ends any chance you have of living a normal life. Yet, I’m not the monster you think me to be. I’ve never touched a child sexually in my life and never will, nor do I use child pornography.

Get it?

He’s one of those good pedophiles.

But isn’t that the definition of a pedophile, you may ask, someone who molests kids? Not really. Although “pedophile” and “child molester” have often been used interchangeably in the media, and there is some overlap, at base, a pedophile is someone who’s sexually attracted to children. That’s it. There’s no inherent reason he must act on those desires with real children. Some pedophiles certainly do, but many of us don’t. Because the powerful taboo keeps us in hiding, it’s impossible to know how many non-offending pedophiles are out there, but signs indicate there are a lot of us, and too often we suffer in silence. That’s why I decided to speak up.

The piece literally goes on to romanticize the instance when he felt sex attraction to a 7-year-old.

Many gays begin to recognize their sexual preferences sometime around puberty, if not before. For me it was the same. I was about 12 when the first inklings of a sexual preference bubbled up in me, though at the time I thought little of it. As I turned 13 it occurred to me that what I initially took as a phase had begun to solidify into something more troubling. Even so, at this point I could still convince myself that I was within the realm of normalcy. Then something happened that all but removed my ability to continue this self-denial: my Eureka Moment.

One day, as I was sketching in my grandparents’ living room, a neighbor of theirs came to visit with his seven-year-old daughter in tow. At first I hadn’t noticed her because she was quiet. I only heard my grandpa and his neighbor chatting in the kitchen while I sketched. Soon the little girl walked into the dining room and stood at the archway entrance to the living room, watching me draw. I can still see her today in my mind’s eye: dressed in blue jeans and a nearly matching denim jacket, with pristine blue eyes and a halo of wispy blond curls framing her face. She seemed somehow larger than life and almost ancient in the way she stood so perfectly still. Then, just like that, she was gone; she and her father left. That singular moment, though it could scarcely have lasted more than a few minutes, has become seared into my memory.

See?

It’s just like “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.”

Why not?
Why not?

Slightly surprisingly, the author blames his attraction to children on having been molested as a child. Which is what the anti-gays have always said caused homosexualism, and what homosexualists have constantly denied.

So I was surprised to see this line of reasoning used.

This is also romanticized in the piece.

When I was seven years old, I was fondled in the front yard of my grandparents’ home by a man I barely knew. It was a one-time event in my life and not a particularly traumatic one. A man I’ll call Hans, a German who was acquainted with my uncle and aunt from when they lived in Nuremberg, had come to visit America. He spent a day and a night at their place, and they lived next door to my family along with my grandparents, who shared their two-story brick house. That day, the man lingered in the house with my grandma, who was stuck with him while everyone else had gone to work, and as neither could speak the other’s language, it quickly became uncomfortable for both.

Grammy’s solution was to send Hans outside with one of the grandkids. As I happened to be in the room at the time, I was assigned the task. “Take him out and show him Papa’s garden,” she told me. “Tell him the names of the vegetables. He’d probably enjoy that.” I agreed. Besides, even though I knew not a whit of German, I was very much at ease in Hans’s presence. He was painfully thin, with a messy mop of hair and large glasses. I should point out that the men in my life, including my father, were gruff blue-collar types who could intimidate me. Hans was different: gentle, soft-spoken and appealingly awkward—a lot like me!

For long minutes we simply enjoyed each other’s company. Then, out of the blue, Hans slipped a hand into my shorts, even though we were only about 30 feet from the poorly paved country road that meandered through this stretch of country. This went on for several minutes. I was confused but not frightened or troubled. The only thing I could think to say while this was happening was “Peepee,” continuing the English lesson with my pet name for my genitalia even in the midst of my own abuse. Hans chortled and repeated the word: “Peepee.” Eventually this came to an end, and Hans, having gotten what he wanted, shooed me away. I can’t imagine why it didn’t occur to him that I would immediately rat him out; maybe he knew and just didn’t care. Anyway, he could hardly ask me not to, could he? I raced back to Grammy and promptly informed her of what had happened. She deliberated over what to do, in the end asking me to keep it a secret from everyone, including my parents, and ordering me to stay away from Hans. No authorities were called, and life went on as usual. Hans stayed that evening with my uncle and aunt and left the next day. I never saw him again.

The author then assures us that getting fiddled as a child is only one possible cause of the pedophile sexual orientation, but that all pedophiles are victims somehow of someone or of society or whatever.

I think it’s safe to say that many pedophiles have deep-seated feelings of inferiority in one way or another, or at least we did when our sexuality was forming, and this becomes a downward spiral during puberty and beyond. Anything can be the trigger of this: disabilities, weight issues, or just general feelings of unattractiveness to peers. These feelings can be influential on one’s developing sexuality, such that even the severe cultural taboo is not enough to override it. Indeed, the taboo itself can negatively influence these vulnerable children.

I recall an event from when I was 11, sitting in the family jeep with my dad and his friend Andy when a news piece on the radio reported the sexual abuse of a girl, to which my dad said to his friend something like, “They should take people like that and place weights on top of their genitals until they smash.” Pretty horrific imagery for an 11-year-old to process, and I couldn’t help but sympathize with the abuser. After all, I could recall my own molestation perfectly, and I hardly felt it warranted that kind of response.

Oh wow.

You see what he just did there?

The bile has only multiplied since then, and I believe all that hatred just serves to reinforce pedophilia in youngsters predisposed to it. It’s a form of cognitive bias called the Backfire Effect or polarization. Everyone does this to some extent. When challenged on deeply held beliefs, no matter how uncertain or incorrect they may be, we tend to dig in our heels.

He then whines for a while about the misery of his youth and college days – more “victim of society” – then gets to this bit.

In the midst of that dark era in my life, I discovered an unhealthy pedophile forum. Nothing illegal was happening there, but many of its most influential members were pro-contacters, meaning they believed that sex with children was theoretically OK and supported the elimination of age of consent laws. That forum still exists and I won’t name it here, but suffice it to say, I found myself taking up the same pro-contacter chants, if only to feel like I belonged somewhere. At the time it was all that was available in terms of an actual pedophile community, and I had nothing left to lose by joining the cause, misguided though it was, and even decided to out myself on that forum. Over the ensuing years, though, I was often at odds with the pro-contacters and flitted in and out of their clique; I wanted desperately to be friends with people who shared my sexual orientation, even if they held crazy beliefs, but I could never quite reconcile with their viewpoint.

Then what happened…?

Oh, he’s a victim again.

Not long after I self-outed, a group of web vigilantes called Perverted Justice showed up. You’ve probably heard of them; they’re the people behind the now-defunct TV show “To Catch a Predator.” I was no predator, but that mattered not one iota to these guys; they lumped me together with the child rapists and internet creeps just the same. As I was already out of the closet as a pedo, I was an easy target, becoming one of the first people they profiled on their Wikisposure page, a site devoted to outing online pedos whether they’d broken any laws or not. It has since changed hands but still exists online, buried in a dark corner of the internet, and yep, I’m still on it. Not that I much care anymore. Perverted Justice had their day, but they eventually burned their own house down. Back when they were in full effect, however, they managed to make my already miserable existence that much more miserable. After their expose came out, I was fired from my job at Lowe’s.

But things are getting better. Slowly. These days I struggle with bitterness and apathy; it’s a constant uphill battle, and there are days I just don’t feel like making that climb. I eke out a living (barely) on a freelance graphic design business, in a small town where too many people know who and what I am. Now I have a bachelor’s degree in journalism that I’ve never used and I’m living well below the poverty line, existing on food stamps and the couple hundred dollars I manage to scrape together every month, sometimes augmented with financial help from my parents if the bills get too high. I tried filing for disability over my arm and my emotional issues, but that was a no-go in my conservative Southern state. This is what a law-abiding pedophile has been reduced to in this society. At times I’ve wondered why I’ve even bothered to stay legal. Maybe prison would be better, even at the risk of getting shanked as a Short Eyes. At least then it would all be over with. But alas, I could never hurt a child.

Do you see what he did there???

When he says “sometimes I’ve wondered why I’ve even bothered to stay legal” he is saying he wonders why he doesn’t just go out and molest kids! He is admitting to contemplating doing it, as revenge for how badly society has treated him!

He is openly saying this!

In Salon!

He then goes on to advertise the site “Virtuous Pedophiles,” which has been advertised a bunch of places lately as the kikes are inching their way into this “pedophilia is okay” narrative.

He closes with this:

So, please, be understanding and supportive. It’s really all we ask of you. Treat us like people with a massive handicap we must overcome, not as a monster. If we are going to make it in the world without offending, we need your help. Listening to me was a start.

So, yes. That is definitely a threat that if you are not nice to pedophiles, they will start molesting more children.

He closes with a terroristic threat that he will molest children if you don’t do his bidding.

Wow. Just wow.

What Next?

Well, goyim, the next step on this slippery slope will be mainstream psychological peer-reviewed journals coming out and saying that adult-child sex is not actually harmful to children.

You see, goyim, this “non-offending pedophile” concept is a clever Jewish ruse to get you to accept the concept of pedophile-as-pretty-cool-guy.

Do you not feel guilty for oppressing these innocent child-rapists, goyim?
Do you not feel guilty for oppressing these innocent child-rapists, goyim?

Once you accept that – and you will, or at least, your society will (seriously, name one thing so far they haven’t accepted), then the next phase comes down on you.

My current thought is that they are going to link it to Islam somehow when they first get it through legally. For those who don’t know, the age-of-consent in Sharia law is nine. They try to say that it is puberty, but it isn’t. It’s definitely nine.

They will also do more movies and shows portraying pedophiles as victims of society who just can’t help the way they are.

So they start on about the Moslem culture, mix it all up with this “born this way” gibberish, throw in a bit of high-quality fictional propaganda and then there you go: legalized sex with kids.

This is known as “the slippery slope.”

You'd best start believing in slippery slopes, goyim - you're on one.
You’d best start believing in slippery slopes, goyim – you’re on one.

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