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                     CHARLIE CHAPLIN WAS A CHILD MOLESTER !

         Unlike most men, cursed by a passion for adult women, a new book 
reveals that comedian Charlie Chaplin liked little girls!
         In the ignorant argot of the contemporary masses, the June 23, 1998 
Globe writes:  ÒSilent movie legend Charlie Chaplin had a sick obsession 
with underage girls and bedded children as young as 13.Ó  (Pages 8-9.)
         The Globe, reviewing a new book on Chaplin by author Kenneth Lynn, 
continues:  ÒThe comic iconÕs first young love was 10-year-old... Mabelle 
Fournier.  ...Chaplin claimed he didnÕt have sex with Fournier, but admitted 
that he would Ôcaress and fondleÕ her for hours -- and her mom allowed it!
         Ò...At age 25, Chaplin seduced 13-year-old... Mildred Harris.
         Ò...Actress Lita Grey was 12 years old when she caught the great 
comedianÕs eye.  And she was just 15 when she told him she was 
pregnant.Ó
         No man is without flaws and, sadly, Chaplin sometimes lapsed into a 
love for adult women.  At age 46, according to the Globe, Chaplin 
succumbed to a sick obsession for 31-year-old Paulette Goddard, and 
married her.  Later, however, he was again saved by the grace of little 
girls, and again became interested in Òlittle girls of 13 or 14,Ó according 
to the Globe.
         Following the dictate of Jesus, who commanded, ÒSuffer the little 
children to come unto me,Ó ChaplinÕs interest in little girls continued 
throughout his life.  He told a friend, ÒI have always been in love with 
young girls.  I like them... because they personify youth and beauty.Ó
         At age 54, teetering between his love of little girls and his 
perfidious desire for adult women, Chaplin, unable to make up his mind, 
married Oona OÕNeill.  She was 18.  They had eight children and, hopefully, 
the presence of so many children in ChaplinÕs home enabled him to once 
again reignite his love of young girls.

         Yes, America!  Walt Whitman, Charlie Chaplin, Woody Allen, Michael 
Kennedy, Will Durant, Jerry Seinfeld, and Michael Jackson are now enrolled 
on the honored list of those great Americans who, through the saving 
grace of little girls (and, in Whitman and JacksonÕs case, little boys) were 
fortunate enough to be Ôchild molestersÕ.  But for a year or two, our own 
current president, Bill Clinton, would also be a Ôchild molesterÕ.
         You too can be a child molester.  Look around.  Surely there must be 
at least one cute girl at the nearest playground.  Introduce yourself.  
Invite her home.  Ask her to take off her top, so she can feel free.  Ask to 
see what sort of panties sheÕs wearing.  By the grace of little girls, you 
too can be a Ôchild molesterÕ.

                                      Andrew Roller Presents
                                              FUCK DECENCY

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                                              Issue No. 378

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                              Chapter Three

         ÒLegs apart, young man!  You mustnÕt try to hide anything from us 
girls!Ó Marie told Trent.  His balls stuck rudely out from between his 
thighs in any event, but now Marie, reaching forward, made him show 
himself more completely, so that if she bent down she could see his balls 
swing and his penis hanging down beyond.
         ÒAgain, Kate dear.  Make him really feel it this time!Ó Marie said.  
Kate did her best, slashing hard high on her loverÕs rump so that his balls 
would be spared.  Trent gave a groan.  Cindy, milking him, tugged hard on 
his cock as if it were an old sowÕs udder.
         ÒEnough.  Let me try to get his cheeks apart now,Ó Marie said.  She 
reached forward and clasped his buns and grunted.  ÒOpen, young man, or I 
WILL have Kate hit your balls,Ó she said.  Trent groaned again and Kate 
watched as he let Marie part the cheeks of his ass.  ÒLet go of his dick.  
IÕve got him,Ó Marie said to Cindy, meaning that she had TrentÕs ass open 
to her.  Marie shoved her bare hips forward, wearing only the ersatz cock.  
Cindy drew back to let Trent concentrate entirely on his deflowering.  
         A stab.  A probing shove from Marie and a grunted response from 
Trent.  Another stab, this one finding purchase.  Kate watched with her 
fist balled into her open mouth.  
         ÒYes!  I can feel him opening up to me,Ó Marie called out to the girls.  
She took a hand off TrentÕs rump and used it to lift her probing dildo so 
that it gained a deeper entry inside TrentÕs anus.  ÒCome on, get in, you big 
thing!Ó Marie said.  Trent bucked back hard at her to knock her away but 
instead, as any girl might have warned him, found Marie stuck more deeply 
into himself.  
         ÒNo!  Please!Ó Trent said.  He did not try to escape her but he hoped 
for mercy.  Marie gave him none.  
         ÒIN, you damn dildo, get in his hole!Ó Marie urged the thing strapped 
to her waist.  Then, realizing all was hopeless, she reached round herself 
and flicked a little switch nestled into the small of her back, where the 
strap of her dildo harness lay.  
         Kate heard a buzzing sound.  TrentÕs eyes widened.  Marie laughed.  
Her dildo was stuck partway in TrentÕs ass, just the tip, but it was enough 
to allow her evil alternate plan to take hold.  From within the dildo, Trent 
describing the feeling as it happened to him, his face a picture of shock, a 
smaller tool emerged.  It buzzed and slowly rotated and it carried its own 
lubrication.  It came out of what would have been the big dildoÕs pee hole, 
had it possessed one, and, already within TrentÕs ass, it burrowed more 
deeply, where its big brother could not reach.
         ÒNo!  Get that thing out--oh my God its going right up meeee!Ó Trent 
said in a frightened voice.  Kate watched, wishing she could console him.  
She was kneeling again, this time without EeneyÕs reproachful hand 
holding her back.  She nudged forward on the carpet and caught TrentÕs 
face in her hands.  Hoping not to offend Marie, she caressed her lover.  
When she saw Marie would not complain, she offered Trent her bush.  He 
licked her and Kate, wanting so much to be loved there, threw back her 
head and arched her bush at him and her belly.
         ÒOh, yes!Ó Cindy cried.  Despite being three weeks pregnant, she still 
had a belly with just the slightest of swells, like KateÕs.  She dropped to 
her knees beside the girl and together they competed to offer Trent their 
lovely bushes.  Trent licked at one girlÕs cunt and then at the other.  Each 
threw her head back, simultaneously coaxing and caressing his face, and 
shouted up her pleasure to the ceiling.
         Meanwhile, the penetration of TrentÕs ass by Marie continued.  
Gurgling out the story of the dildoÕs progress, the one contained inside the 
other and now working its way up TrentÕs ass, he continued to lick at the 
girls.
         ÒOh my God Kate its reaching right up I canÕt I donÕt know how far is 
it going to GO?!Ó
         ÒRelax, dear boy, you can only have taken at most three inches out of 
the seven,Ó Marie said quite mirthfully.  She was the only one, save for the 
gay men, who retained her logic and her demeanor.  Kate and Cindy were 
quite past adding anything up and Trent, if he did the sums, did them in 
desperate agony over his bowels.
         Like a penis TrentÕs tongue went where his own cock was restrained 
from going.  Even as the dildo reamed his ass in rotating strokes, his own 
tongue penetrated the cunts of the girls.  First Kate and then Cindy tried 
mounting herself on TrentÕs tongue.  He gave each a little ride on his 
probing mouth and then switched to the other, to the dismay of the first.  
He seemed equally taken with both girlÕs luscious scented cunts, wet with 
their overwhelming desire.  He showed neither any special favors.  
Instead, each was fucked just as if he were an obedient stud, and he 
worked them most vigorously, though his tongue was much shorter than 
his cock and both girls wished they could have what was sticking so 
marvelously between his legs.
         ÒAhhh, thatÕs the farthest it will go.  How does it feel?Ó Marie asked 
Trent.  She had heard a change in the buzzing as the protruded dildo 
reached its maximum length.  Trent gritted his teeth and kept tonguing 
Cindy and Kate as the rotating dildo spun slowly within his guts.  He was 
mounted, though Marie herself was only kneeling behind him, the dildo 
doing the rest.  He could not move and when he did, accidentally, he gave a 
short cry of alarm as he realized the rubber intruder did not take well the 
idea of anything moving except itself.
         Kate reached orgasm and yanked at CindyÕs hair as she did, 
delightfully happy, Cindy stroking her belly and humming a little gleeful 
cry as she serviced herself with her fingertip in the absence of TrentÕs 
tongue.  Trent worked Kate as hard as he could with his tongue and then 
switched to Cindy.  She yelled as he brought her to an orgasm as intense as 
KateÕs.  Behind herself Kate heard someone enter.  Turning briefly, she saw 
it was Bess, come to clean up the dishes.  The woman watched.  Kate bit 
her lip and fingered herself and turned back to Trent.
         ÒMy, you have quite a pair there, havenÕt you?Ó Bess said to Marie.
         ÒYes, they are fine fillies, and IÕm going to give them both a good 
whipping as soon as Trent here has had his ass properly reamed,Ó Marie 
said happily.  She picked up her cat and slashed it across TrentÕs back.  
Trent moaned but said nothing.  He was too busy giving Cindy her due.
         At last, after Trent had gotten a Ôfull measure,Õ as Marie put it, of 
what it meant to be fucked up the ass (good education for his future 
relations with girls) Marie withdrew the little dildo inside the big one and 
then pulled the big one out of his ass.  It came out with a distinct popping 
sound as TrentÕs anal ring was permitted to close up again.  Trent rose up 
onto his knees, straightening his back, and rubbed his ass.  
         To the delight of both Kate and Cindy, they saw that Trent was still 
bone hard.  His cock stuck out at them and both girls, kneeling in front of 
him, recovering from their orgasm, lunged at his toy.  
         ÒItÕs mine!Ó Kate cried.  But Cindy was equally avid and cried out the 
same gleeful cry.
         ÒGirls, donÕt fight over my---Ó  Trent said.  Suddenly his alarmed 
warning changed to a groan of pleasure.  The girlÕs grabbing hands, fighting 
so zealously over his hard-on, suddenly found it spurting cum onto their 
bellies.  They both shoved their pussies forward and caught as much as 
they could in their pubic curls.  Both wanted to mount him but there was 
no time and they had to content with wetting their cunts on his semen as 
he spewed forth his volcanic seed.  A whole morningÕs worth of temptation 
splattered their bellies and their cunts.  When Trent had finished, the girls 
reluctantly let him go.
         ÒNow you naughty girls must have your bottoms whipped for making 
him cum,Ó Marie said.  Both girls turned about and saw Marie, having risen 
from behind Trent, standing ominously behind them.  She held her cat in 
her hands and the fake dildo still hung from her nest, looking as ready as 
ever to drill into new bottoms.
         ÒOh, please!Ó Kate moaned.  Cindy echoed her cry.
         ÒFlog them,Ó Trent said.  He rubbed his ass and he sounded like 
someone whoÕd sat on a very unpleasant object.  ÒFlog them both until 
their bottoms burn!Ó

                                               Chapter Four

         With ankle chains like webbing around her bare feet, Kate was 
pushed forward by Marie out into her back yard.  Kate sobbed, openly afraid 
of her fate.  Her bosoms felt instantly chilly as the late autumn air 
clutched at them, tweaking her nipples and making them perk up like 
thorns.  A lingering excitement dwelled unbidden within her cunt.  Sperm 
had dried on her back and in rivulets all the way down to her bottom.  It 
lay still wet on her heaving belly, and within the curls of her cunt.  Beside 
her, equally frightened, stumbled Cindy.  She was no better off than Kate, 
except no one had spermed her hair at the back of her head and she wore no 
chains.  But her babydoll nightie hung from her, one strap off her shoulder 
and she too weepy eyed to notice.  Her bottom bulbed whitely at Marie and 
Trent as they strode behind the girls.  She had light, fading pink marks 
across one thigh where Marie had struck her in the breakfast room, when 
she had the temerity to serve Marie first in hopes of winning her favor.  
Kate, marked beforehand on the backs and front of her thighs, and across 
her belly and under her breasts, had only her bottom left to offer, and it 
was as white as the new snow that lay melting on the ground under the 
rising sun.


                                                 Poetry
                                           by P.D. Wilson

           You always come to me in disguise
           and you speak in many voices.
           You look so cold yeah you look so high
           how am I gonna know you if you donÕt look the 
           part?


                                         A FREE GIFT OF LOVE !

         Although most of us are unwilling to contemplate it, the truth is 
that one day we all will stand before the judgment seat of God, an eight-
year-old girl.  A few will find favor in GodÕs eyes.  Society calls them 
Òchild molestersÓ.  These few will be given the precious gift of 
everlasting life.  The rest, jealous of ÒmolestersÓ and plunged into the sin 
of sex with adult women, face a harsher reality after death.  Sad to say, 
they will face eternal damnation.  The question then is:  if you died 
tonight, where would you spend eternity?

Are you a school principal?  A policeman?  A social worker?  A judge?  A 
prosecutor?  Or just an ordinary joe, living your life like the masses, a 
sheep amongst the herd, heading blindly with them toward Hell, like 
Pinocchio in True Playland?

Most people when asked this, reply with something like: ÒIÕm an adult!  IÕm 
mature!  I've led a pretty good life and believe that God is a man, and will 
allow me into Heaven.Ó  Some even blaspheme the true nature of God by 
claiming that God is a woman.

Unfortunately, Fuck Decency tells us that we cannot earn our way into 
Heaven, especially with stupid beliefs.  Nor can we simply go to a church 
once a week, pretend to be holy, and throw a buck in the offering plate to 
be saved.  Entrance into Heaven is not based on fucking women, or on going 
to some church, but on a love of God, who is an eight-year-old girl.

Fuck Decency tells us:  ÒHe that believeth in God, an eight-year-old girl, 
hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not shall not see life; but shall 
instead suffer the curse of being married to a woman.Ó  Worse, such a 
person shall be cast into Hell after Death, where he shall spend all 
eternity with NOW, NARAL, Hillary Clinton, and Janet Reno.

Everlasting life is a free gift to us from God.  All we have to do is accept 
it.  Little girls are everywhere.  Simply love them, and God, an eight-year-
old girl, will love you.  The wonderful thing about God is that she already 
loves you!  She wants you to be with her, forever.  Will you accept Her gift 
of love?  Today is the day you can change your life and become a Òchild 
molesterÓ.  But the choice is yours.  God believes in free will and wonÕt 
force you to change your ways, while you still live.

Please pray this:  ÒDear God, I am a sinner.  I have lusted after women.  I 
have read Playboy.  I have looked at the Statue of Liberty and wondered 
what she would look like without her clothes on.  Please forgive me.  I 
thank you for loving me so much that you sent little girls to be with me.  I 
accept your gift of little girls into my life and ask you into my heart.  In 
your precious name I pray that I have the strength, the courage, and the 
conviction to be a Ôchild molesterÕ.  Amen.Ó

If you prayed this prayer, then rejoice because Fuck Decency says that you 
are now a child molester !

There are many more gifts that God gives to those who love Her.  For more 
information on these gifts, please read every issue of Fuck Decency.

God bless,

Her servant

(Please donÕt mail the above to anyone who sends you religious junk mail.  
Thank you.  - h.j.)

                                             AND IN THE END...

         ÒReal life... does not consist of age segregated herds.Ó

- The Economist, June 6, 1998, pg. 29.


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