Smell My Finger

 

Out of respect for the victim I will refrain from all “Dumb Blonde” jokes, but not from the time honored “You can’t make this stuff up” qualifier. Ok. Where do we begin? A headline from The Guardian:

 

A girl was allegedly raped in the metaverse. Is this the beginning of a dark new future?

Save your fork, it gets better. First things first. The Metaverse is a virtual world. Uh. . . it ain’t real. You go online, put on special glasses and pretend to be anything from you to some critter from Star Wars. Mostly you pretend to be something you are not, which is the main reason people galavant off into something like a Metaverse in the first place. Guys look like body builders and girls look like the body they wish they had. 

 

The question of whether virtual rape is “really rape” goes back to at least 1993, when the Village Voice published an article by Julian Dibbell about “a rape in cyberspace”.

I remember years ago when the internet was young, that we would get girls involved in conversations with the intent of polluting their minds with suggestive comments. We’d bet a beer that within a reasonable amount of time we could convince them to defile themselves. Now this was the old DOS Green Screen era so in order to win said beer there had to be an agreed method of identification of the mental state of the subject. It was finally arrived upon that three typos in one line of text would prove that she was typing with one hand and the other hand was preoccupied. 

 

Cyber rape on Metaverse is a tad more refined. First, as previously stated, the girl in question is all dolled up and looking like she would never look in life, and that pretty much tells you where her mind is at irrespective of her hands. Enter the gang rapists. 

 

Now remember these are most likely a bunch of guys down in their parent’s basement with their hands in THEIR underwear. So here we go. Susie Sweetcheeks strutting around cyberspace with a flock of jack Offs watching her. So they get together and decide to “gang rape” Little Iodine. Now she’s all caught up in all the flirting and flattery ensuring that she is well lubricated outside and in and God hope she’s anything like “of age” (which is highly doubtful.) 

 

Now I don’t know how to throw an avatar on a bed but rest assured there’s someone out there who does. The only question I have is do they take turns or since it’s all Alice in Wonderland stuff, do they just wiggle the mouse and dig in?

 

According to The Guardian. . . for a young girl in the UK recently, that “shared experience” was an alleged gang rape perpetrated by several adult men.

—> And, as an added bonus. . .

British police are investigating the sexual assault of the girl, identified only as being under the age of 16

—>Shit just got REAL!<—

Interesting to note: If any culture could come up with something like this it would be the Limeys. (Burning my Beatle records.)

 

Some bubble headed psychologists said this has been and ongoing problem since 1993, and the mental harm goes far past the physical. (Did you catch that, Elizabeth Smart?)

 

The Guardian continued: 

If gone unchecked, sex crimes in the metaverse, against both children and adults, will become more common. 

 

 

 

This is a God Damn crime spree! The attack of the phantom dicks. How are they gonna do the DNA? But, mark my word, one day thinking dirty will be punished by a lobotomy. 

 

Smell my finger

 

Now not think that I’m not sympathetic to the plight of all the girls who tripped the light fantastic down the wrong cyber alley. . . . NAH! Hey, it was a chick, right? RIGHT?????