The paedo has evolved. A decade or more ago the archetype was the scoutmaster, vicar or choirmaster - men whose professions or vocations brought them into the necessary contact with kids. Then there was the rise of the 'nonce' - sad, inadequate individuals, unemployed or in low-skill service jobs, dirty and opportunistic in their pursuit of children. Now we have the Paedo as a powerful and famous person, reliant on position and influence to provide immunity.
And as far as children are concerned, there is no response too excessive to be considered rational; sending teams of trained anus-inspectors from the mainland to the Orkneys in the wake of a satanic ritual abuse claim to examine the bottoms of every child on the islands, the mass-seizure of all children suspected of having an 'abusive' family member, a whole generation of kids prohibited from playing outdoors for fear of the kiddie-fiddlers, pensioners arrested for watching children play in a school playground. And now under the proposed new law if you see a mother slap her kid on the bus, you'd better report it - or face prosecution yourself. As far more informed and capable commentators such as Anna Raccoon and Christopher Booker have documented, we haven't moved on that far from Salem and the 17th century.
Look at any local government budget for the current year. The old services that used to dominate expenditure - refuse, street maintenance, parks, libraries, swimming pools, planning - are dwarfed by the money spent on 'children's services', a sector growing so fast and so voraciously that before long councils will do little else. Construction contractors now need to have every labourer and plant operator CRB checked if they're working anywhere near children. Many under-12s now have the same sort of close protection as a 70s Supergrass. And still the little buggers are being fiddled with.
Personally, I believe Hell has a malbolge of an unimaginable nastiness reserved for kiddie-fiddlers, and Christ's advice to Paedos - tie a rock around your neck and throw yourself into a lake - is their only redemption. But it's not an answer for a secular age. I don't know what the answer is, I really don't - but I know we've lost our way.