Resent research finds that pedophiles can be identified during fMRI scans if they are shown photographs of the FACES of children in their “preferred age range, which leads researchers to believe that pedophiles are hard-wired in their sexual desires. Now that still leaves the question of “will they stop after they get out of prison or whatever “rebab” program the court orders them into?”
Dr. Anna Salter one of the experts recognized world wide on pedophiles says that the average number of crimes a pedophile has committed before being caught is between 150 and 300.
B F Skinner showed that “intermittent reward” will keep an animal coming back for the CHANCE of a reward. That’s why slot machines work. Intermittent punish we know as parents, is worthless, or worse than worthless. If little Johnny gets away with something today and you punish him for it tomorrow so that you are inconsistent with your punishment, “Johnny” will expect each time he does the forbidden act that “this time I will get away with it” so continues in the bad behavior always thinking that “THIS TIME I will get it” I think this is part of the principle that causes pedophiles to be so difficult to treat.
It is also my opinion that many if not most pedophiles are also high in the list of psychopathic traits if not out right psychopaths. Jerry Sandusky is a perfect example of that.
I’ve personally known four pedophiles who were arrested, charged, and convicted. The first was Charles “Jackie” Walls III who is doing life without parole over raping HUNDREDS of children over 20 years and who is also responsible for 4 deaths.
Jack Pratt, who was a state park ranger when he was arrested in an FBI sting for buying and selling child pornography and did 3 years in federal prison. Jack was part of my living history group, upon coming out of prison he back to jobs where he, you guessed it, WORKED WITH CHILDREN which he lost as soon as his record was known. Eventually Jack committed suicide when it became publicly known in every museum, 4-H club, children’s groups that he had such a record and he would not be allowed to even volunteer at any of these groups and work with children.
I’ve talked about Kenneth George Hamilton, Jr., before as the “Trojan Horse” who infiltrated my family at the behest of my son Patrick, and I believe that Hamilton was here to kill. He did try to kill my son Andrew so went to prison at least for a short time for that. Hamilton had three separate convictions and between the three, did 20 years straight behind bars except for short times out between crimes, but not long on the outside before he was caught re-offending again.
Dickie Chance, part time minister, was the “pastor” of my little country church (50 members) who turned his back on me when I was in danger from Ken Hamilton, in favor of standing up for the three time convicted child molester who was my criminal son’s “friend” and who eventually went to prison for a “felon having a fire arm” in his hand as he tried to push down the door to my oldest son’s house while brandishing the weapon and threatening my son.
After the news broke that Dickie Chance had been arrested for an internet sting where he was sending pictures of his “junk” to what he thought was a 14 year old girl, I realized why he was so accepting of the pedophile, and so condemning of me.
Friday, July 22, 2011 7:15 am
YELLVILLE — Marion County Sheriff Roger Vickers said a 58-year-old man from Bee Branch was arrested for computer child pornography Tuesday after an Internet sting brought him to Harrison.
KATV news had this story:
You can’t read the entire article without paying for it, but the gist of the story is that he had been “sexting” pictures of his “junk” to what he thought was a 14 year old girl, who was, in fact, a deputy. He made arrangements to meet her at a motel and showed up right on time with a pocket full of condoms to be met instead by the sheriff. He was driving a state owned car furnished for his job as an egg inspector for the State. After his arrest some how (I’m not sure how) he posted bond and called his wife to come get him and give him a ride home from the sheriff’s office. Of course he didn’t tell her WHY he needed a ride, but shortly the truth came out and his wife who had just recovered from heart surgery was out on the street as the home they lived in was on land in his mother’s name.
Predator in court
I didn’t want to miss his court date, and as it turned out, I was the only one from my community there. I felt that the attitude of the little church of “hush it up so it doesn’t hurt the church” was on a par with the Catholics covering up for the pedophile priests and Penn State covering up for Jerry Sandusky. In my opinion, every member of that church should have been there in court. I was the only one who knew him there.
He was, I believe, very shocked to see me walk into the courtroom in the small country town about a hour and a half drive north of where I live. I was dressed very nicely in my “pillar of the community matron goes to court or funerals” ensemble. Court had not yet convened and people were quietly talking among themselves in the spectator section of the room. As I walked by where he was seated, waiting for his turn in front of the judge, I slapped him cheerfully on the back and said, “Hi, Dicky, what are you doing here?” I didn’t wait for a response, but kept on purposefully walking and sat down a couple of rows directly behind him, where he couldn’t see me unless he turned around in his seat, which he didn’t do, but sat facing forward, looking neither to the right or the left. None of his family was there, and though most of the defendants in the courtroom seemed to have friends or family with them, no matter what the charges were. He was alone. I don’t doubt that he felt my eyes boring into the back of his neck.
I never did particularly like this man, even when he was preaching at our little community church. His messages always seemed to me to be shouted and angry, rather than uplifting and loving. He presented an angry God, not a loving father. In fact, several months after my husband’s accidental and very sudden death, I was very sensitive to shouts or loud talking, and I actually went to this man privately and asked him very nicely (I thought) to “tone it down,” and to shout less, and maybe the attendance at our little church might stop dropping. My request was not received well, needless to say.
He did, however, embrace the “Trojan Horse Psychopath,” as I call him, Ken Hamilton, a three time convicted sex offender of young children and my (now ex) daughter-in-law, both before and after their arrests for trying to kill my oldest son. My requests (before their arrests and afterward) went unheeded, and I was basically told not to bother him, he was “too busy” to get involved in my problems.
It really isn’t all that noble of me to glory in the downfall of those that I don’t like, but at the same time, it is validation of my “sixth sense” about people. Almost every time I have ignored my dislike of someone there has been something, somewhere down the line, that has validated my “spidey sense” about that person. Several times that “something” has been child molestation or murder, or all of the above, though at the time I felt the intuitive dislike for that person, I never dreamed that they would molest children or be responsible for someone’s death. I just thought, “I don’t like that person,” or, “there’s something about them I don’t trust.”
It is important, I think, that we listen to our intuition about predators, and believe me, psychopaths are predators on two legs. They camouflage themselves and try to blend into the landscape just like a lion does, but there is something within us that, if we listen to it, will many times protect us. If we “turn it off” or “tune it out,” however, it can’t protect us from the predators. Just like the antelope must be alert for the lion, we must be alert for the psychopaths that prowl the savannas of our lives. When we get a whiff of “there’s a predator about,” we must honor that intuition in order to survive. Even if no one else would believe it!
When I heard from a neighbor that Dickie Ray Chance is back at the little church every Sunday now, not preaching there but waiting on the communion table and fully accepted and embraced by this group of people who do not get it that PEDOPHILES ARE HARD WIRED. To top it off, some of the eldelry ladies who are members of the church are financially supporting him since he can no longer get a job. Some people just don’t “get it” about pedophiles. And probably never will.