LIONEL PODCAST: Parents Who Post Their Kids’ Info On Facebook Should Be Charged With Aiding And Abetting Potential Pedophilia

It’s true and you know it. Facebook narcissism has now infected common sense. It’s the “Look at me!” phenomenon gone high tech. And that now includes kids, innocent victims of parents (mostly mothers) who consider kids as trophies and possessions and chattel. Kids are an extension of the narcissist. An example of a possession, something collected and displayed. Something that draws attention.

Imagine this hypothetical posting. Look at little Morgan; today’s her birthday. She just got her braces off. Here she is with her puppy. Here she is with Grandma and Grandpa.

So what does this seemingly innocent entry tell the pedophile?

  • Her birthday and all the identity theft stuff that comes with that little seemingly insignificant information.
  • It provides data, the pedophile’s life blood. Data. Data about her that the child predator can use to forge familiarity.
  • Her puppy’s name and the seemliness endless list of possibilities that that involves. Tales of the lost puppy. Or, again, familiarity. Contrived scenarios of the missing puppy. The perv now contrives a story about Samson the puppy being lost and little Morgan can help.
  • Photos that were most probably geotagged. Tells us where little Morgan lives and where the grandparents live. Nice stuff in the house. Oh, easy pickin’s for a burglar as well. Not to mention if narcissist Facebook mom tells me that this is where they’ll all be over the weekend — alone and without any significant security — and that’s such a typical Twitter entry.

Facebook takes the pitiful and piteous and gives them a platform. And that’s a fact. Don’t get me wrong, I use Facebook and Twitter. It’s part of my biz. But I refrain from personal stuff. For no other reason than it’s nobody’s goddamned business. But please, please listen to what I’m saying.

So herein, there’s the basis of this podcast.

And then . . . the other stuff. After having recorded this installment, I can honestly say, I have no idea where it went. Or why. But that’s the beauty of what I do. And this one’s a doozy.

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