I kept trying to imagine this figure when I first heard about it this morning. I wanted to get an eyeball on it in some sort of perspective. Picture in my minds eye this huge amount of men. I needed something to compare it with. So I did a bit of research and I found this:
Currently Elland Road stadium holds around 38,000. Barnsley has approximately 70,000 inhabitants, as does Salford. The town of Scarborough has quite a few less at around 62,000.
So it’s a lot of people then. A hell of a lot BUT these are a mixture of male and female.
So what if about 99% are male?
Then you’d have the the amount just uncovered in a ‘Rape Group’ on the Telegram chat platform that discuss how to rape family members including mothers, sisters and nieces. They also provide plenty of video evidence to share among their lascivious pals with the added bonus of hints and tips such as ‘How to drug your wife so others can rape her too’ .
So we have another set of nice guys then. Only in this case there are 70,000 of them. Just one group. One group that has been found out. Wow.
Think on though. That means there are at the very least 70,000 Mothers, Sisters, Wives and it goes without saying Children that have been or will be raped or are in danger of. They will be filmed and shared to the 70,000 in the group and shared again out into the web for more men to enjoy. More men to get the idea that their innate sensibilities are actually allowed to be set free and they rarely get punished for it. I mean how can they if one group alone has 70,000 members all dedicated to the abuse and abasement of women. But not random women. Their family. Their own flesh and blood. Even their own mothers.
Laughably there’s a bit of uproar about this platform allowing such groups and some wringing of hands about the evils of the internet. Bullshit! You will get plenty of groups of that many women talking about botox and babies but there’s no way on this earth you’re going to get that many women talking about physically and mentally abusing another human being.
The thing is it does not surprise me in the slightest but I do want it to surprise others. I want it to be known far and wide.
I could go on and on but I’m tired of it. There is no end. No remedy. No solution.
Except perhaps a weekly Saturday night thunderdome of men impaled on spikes. Raucous, laughing women of all shapes, sizes and colours permitting only the fittest and most attractive men to remain alive for the sake of the gene pool. Maybe a 100 years down the line this will be in the female DNA as a matter of evolution.
I can only dream.