Ice Cream Truck Drivers = High Level of Creeposity

Today is beautiful. The sun is out!

Which means the ice cream trucks are out!

Which means there's a veritable army of mobilized pedophiles!

Yeah!

(No, no yeah.)

I'm pretty sure that insidious song the trucks play isn't there as much as an alert to the kiddies as it is insurance that adults will cringe and flee. Would it really be so difficult to change up the music a bit? Is it really appropriate to have "Mr. Softee" painted on the side in scrolling cursive, or any kind of lettering that doesn't also include his inmate number? Oh, who am I kidding; they so rarely actually are caught. I just wasn't thinking when I made that comment. I am ashamed. Forgive me.

But really, it just depends on how sportsman-like the pedophiles are. The ones with a sense of honor probably feel it's bad form to 'cheat' and use bait (ice cream), use electrically-powered kiddie-calls (song via speakers, more's the pity), and not even have to stalk the prey but lazily drive about in air-conditioned comfort. If they get hungry, then even have ice cream right there. Where's the challenge in that? The Elder Molesters probably sit around the camp fires together, talking about, well, kids these days - in a slightly different context than other discussions old people usually have about kids these days - but then also how there used to be a sense of honor and pride in a job well had - blow or otherwise.

"I used to have to sit for hours in those confessionals. Hell, I had to complete seminary! We really had to work for it. You had to really want it."
"I know, Father, I know. I can't tell you how many God da--, excuse me, 'goll dang' badge projects and camping trips I had to plan. John Jacob Jingleheimer this [grabs crotch], I tell ya. Things just ain't what they used to be. Don't know what the world's coming to."
"Did you say 'taint'?"
"No, but speaking of..."
"Don't go off day dreamin' again. We're going to miss recess if you don't pick up the pace."

There ends that bit.

And now, off to the dollar stores to find dolls for an art project. Really. I'm not putting them on fishing lines and going trolling or anything...though I love the mental images that come to mind when I re-think the term 'going trolling.'