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This is what I meant this morning when I said knowing has a terminal limit. One of the things that happens when we pass that limit is normalisation.
There’s something deeply fucking off (understatement of the century) about how calmly this is presented. Friendship with a paedophile is not a neutral biographical detail. And neither is ‘late paedophile', for that matter.
What the fuck is going on?