Last imprisoned at age 90, 100 year-old repeated pedophile, rapist and cockroach is coming to your theater soon

I grew up in a neighborhood where there were a many kids my age. We were baby boomers, so there were plenty of us rugrats everywhere. It was a time when your parents knew where you were even though there were no cell phones. What’s up with that?   

It was a time when people left their doors unlocked and all of us knew the cops who cruised our neighborhood by name. We could walk up to their car, joke with them and feel safe knowing they were there. We travelled in groups in the neighborhood. It was what young girls did.  Everybody knew everybody.   

If one of us fell on the sidewalk in front of one of our friend’s homes, their mom or dad would wash the scrape and put a bandaid on it for us. Nobody went home and watched their parents call a lawyer. I remember playing softball in a yard and hitting the ball right into a window. Nobody ran. My friend’s dad came outside and I told him I did it. Then I told him I would go home and tell my parents so they could replace the window and he said, No that’s ok honey, thing’s happen. Now I want everybody to reverse their direction and hit the ball THAT way instead of towards the house. He went inside and that was that. When I went home, I still told my parents I broke the window. They called the other parents up and insisted on paying for a new window. The other parents said No and they bickered on the phone for God knows how long.  

It was a nice, safe neighborhood. The kind of neighborhood you would want to raise your family in. That’s the way it was for me when I was growing up. Safe, right?  

But one thing was the same as it is today. One thing never changes.   Even with the It Takes A Village mentality, and even with all the parental oversight, there were child molesters lurking, only nobody arrested them. Instead, our parental network worked the situation.  Such was the case with Old Man Louis.  

 He looked like a kindly old man. At least he looked old to a 13 year-old. The thing is, Louis never met a young girl he didn’t want to touch.  Right there in broad daylight besides. The younger the better. Louis always had one hand in his pocket too.  He was an old perverted scheeve to us and we all knew who he was. I remember my mother  steering me away from his vicinity as a young girl–and telling me never to let him near me if I see him. I didn’t even know why, but I did know if my Mother said I shouldn’t let him near me, I shouldn’t let him near me.   

I remember my father telling me that if that old bastard tried to lay a hand on me, I was to kick him in the crotch and then come straight home and tell him. Apparently, our fathers gave us all the same basic advice, because I know for a fact that Louis incurred some interesting crotch kicks. But it didn’t stop him. That’s because Louis was wired wrong and Louis was a pervert.  Louis was always going to be a disgusting pervert. You could count on that.   

I also recall that on several occasions, the perv looked pretty beaten up. The kids in the neighborhood would laugh and then we would try to figure out which one of our fathers had beaten the shit out of him this time. Some of us had older brothers who would step in as well. I do know my father did something to him, I just don’t know what. But suddenly, out of nowhere, Old Louis started steering pretty clear of me and I no longer had to worry about him trying to cop a feel.   

I don’t know what else Old Louis did that he never got caught for, but I am sure that this demon ruined a few female children’s lives along the way–possibly even his own grandchildren. Frankly, I am surprised he was allowed to live as long as he did in my neighborhood. Years later, when we girls who lived nearby one another all grew up, and one by one we got married, Old Louis, who was now in his late 80s, made sure he was right there at the back of the Church watching us. I still remember seeing his disgusting face as I walked out of the church, fresh from saying I Do. He was a disgusting man. But one thing was for certain: He didn’t stop being disgusting when he was pushing 90.   

Disgusting 100 year-old pervert

 

So it is with this 100 year-old pervert who is now out on the street, buying his Viagra. Because once you are a child molester, once you are a pervert, you are a pervert till you die. It’s as simple as that.   

That is why, when you hear some shithead declare that Roman Polanski is old in his 70s and should be excused, you should be more angry than ever. Dirty perverts don’t become anything when they grow old except dirty Old perverts. Just ask Old Man Louis.   

BUFFALO,N.Y. (Dec. 10) — Everything that pedophile Theodore Sypnier has to show for his 100 years on earth is packed in a single duffel bag as he prepares to begin a new chapter in life: freedom.   

It’s a chapter that prosecutors, judges and others who know him never wanted — or expected — to see written.   

New York’s oldest registered sex offender is scheduled to move by week’s end out of a Buffalo halfway house for released inmates and into a place of his own, after completing his latest term in state prison for molesting little girls.   

The judge who sentenced him said at the time that she expected him to die behind bars.   

But 10 years after his last arrest, as Sypnier prepared to shed the closely monitored lifestyle of the halfway house, its director warned that the spry and active Sypnier has not changed from the manipulator who used his grandfatherly charm to snare and rape victims as young as 4.   

Let me repeat that: As young as age 4.    

Of course, this sick bastard swears he never harmed any children. He even declared that some of the crawled into bed with him for comfort because they were afraid of somebody or something else. God, this man deserves to be hung in the public square. Slowly.   

Now that this disgusting pervert seems to be still alive, everybody who knows what a piece of shit he really is remains very concerned, even though he is 100 years old. That’s how disgusting a predator he really is. Not even his family wants him around. May This pervert die a miserable death alone, hopefully minutes after he is released.   

“Whether he’s 100 or 101 or 105, the same person that was committing these crimes 10, 25, 30 years ago still exists today and has an unrepentant heart,” said the Rev. Terry King, director of Grace House, which has twice taken Sypnier in from prison. “He is someone that we as parents, as members of the community, any community, really need to fear.”   

…..snip…..   

.. .– the retired telephone company worker now says he wants to get to know the youngest members of a family that has disowned him.   

Can you believe this bag of shit? And just remember: You will be paying for his Viagra.  

“I’ll tell them I never harmed any children,” the father, grandfather and great-grandfather told his hometown newspaper, The Buffalo News.   

A former daughter-in-law said he is not likely to get the chance.   

“No one from the family plans to have any contact with him,” Diane Sypnier said before ending a brief phone interview.   

Good for you, Diane. Don’t let your kids near this piece of shit and let him die the way he deserves to die: Alone, preferably in agony. Then let the county pick his perverted ass up and dump him in an unmarked hole.

4 Responses

  1. I guess it really is true that the good die young. Pity that a century’s worth of oxygen was wasted on this human turd.

  2. In some of these cases, the death penalty must be an option! And as for Roman P? He needs to be behind bars for what he did. I could not belive when Poopie Goldberg said, “it really was not “rape” rape.” And many in Hollywood supports this slug……..No wonder most people do not go to the movies anymore!

  3. It’s at times like this I wish we just had an island to send these sick bastards to…..sigh…..

  4. Savage, I am surprised no one has taken him on a field trip to nowhere.

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