Comment :
Vincent Law should note that this latest post by Amos Yee, as much
as it infuriates Vincent (as deliberately intended by Amos),
nonetheless does indeed explicitly clarify and confirm that Vincent
Law did *not* physically sexually molest Amos Yee. Be that as it
may, because Vincent isn't and won't be getting the formal and
public apology he's demanding from Amos, he may likely proceed with
further legal action against Amos Yee.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amos-Yee/286808914699053
Yeah I lied, again… I wasn’t really going to tender an apology to
Vincent. Seriously… ‘praise Jesus’? ‘Our holy christ’? Haha, got
you guys again, we aren’t getting smarter as a species aren’t
we?
So now you see why I needed about 3 days? The context of this post
works better if he hasn’t started suing me yet, and you do need
some time to write more than 6000 words about Vincent, an
allegation of molest is pretty challenging to validate. Though I
did finish a little faster than expected.
So here you go my friends, the wonderful tale, of the molestation
of Vincent Law. Enjoy!
https://amosyee.wordpress.com/2015/0...f-vincent-law/
The Molestation Of Vincent Law
I should issue a sincere apology to Vincent Law? Hahahahaha.
It once again is alarmingly indicative of the inherent stupidity of
our species to immediately formulate a stance, with a complete lack
of evidence, and say it with such conviction. That is of course the
mindset inherent in that of religion. I’m still really skeptical of
my Christian fans by the way, you’re supposed to damn me (Mark
3:29) yet you hold me a vigil.
Now the preconceived notion portrayed on the media towards Vincent
is simply that he put himself in the line of fire, he assisted me
by putting up $20000, and allowed a rebellious 17-year-old boy to
be able to come out of prison, and attain his freedom. He is a
generous, kind-hearted Christian, caring and with lots of
love.
So now, when I made allegations that he molested me, people would
then start blaming me. This person helped you Amos, he risked his
reputation and his own money for you, and yet you accuse him of
molestation.
So now, let me reveal the inherent fallacy in even attempting to
make a definitive claim towards my allegation, the fact that nobody
but me(At least until you finish reading this blog post), knows
what Vincent did, during the one-and-a-half weeks that he was my
bailer.
The media that my fans so boldly criticized when I was maligned,
and now you fall prey to it, just because it’s not TheStraitsTimes
that’s doing it anymore, but TheOnlineCitizen. This is what happens
when you decide to make your decisions based on biasness and
sticking to your side, instead of actual logic, even Roy Ngerng
seems to be guilty of that, saying ‘oh my gosh, it’s going to be so
hard for us to advocate for you, now that you’ve humiliated
Vincent’.
So let me tell you, if my fanbase consists of hypocrites, then
despite your support I wouldn’t want it. When things looks bad, and
you threaten to remove the support you once had for me. Then fine,
good riddance. If that’s the kind of support I receive, one that’s
so easily withdrawn, then believe me, I do not wish to acquire your
quote unquote ‘support’.
Anyways, I’m sure all of you are reeling in excitement, so let’s
get to Vincent.
As you guys know, I’ve experienced a lot over the past couple of
months, I got charged, I was sent to jail, I got assaulted in the
face. However, I would make the claim, that having Vincent Law as a
bailer, is personally, to me, the most unnerving aspect of this
whole experience.
And although Vincent didn’t sodomize me physically, he did violate
me emotionally, and I am going to reveal how he did that, right
now.
Part 1: The incidents that lead to the series of unfortunate
events
First, I shall answer the question: Who the fuck is Vincent Law?
And how the fuck did he manage to become my bailer?
Well more than 3 days after I was sent to Changi Prison, nobody
came up to my parents to offer to be my bailers or assist in
finding bailers. I do not blame any of you because the only way you
can contact my parents is via their phone number, which obviously
majority of the people don’t have, and as of now, they still do not
have active Facebook accounts.
However, about 2 days before the court date, a lad by the name of
Jonovan, whom my mom and I had met in a little activist
get-together, came along and said that there were 3 people who were
willing to be my bailers, and he would pick the best one to do
so.
A day before the court, my mother was then introduced to Vincent,
and Jonovan said that this was the person who was going to be my
bailer, and my mother accepted it. My mother completely trusted
Jonovan and did not bother to meet up the other people who offered
to be bailers or question the criteria of Jonovan’s choice.
In view of the bail officer, my mother, stupidly trusting Jonovan’s
choice, consented. And my father, without even meeting Vincent at
all until that moment, being the blur dumb fuck that he is, simply
consented, not at all fearful that the bailer that he got for his
son might be a raving lunatic. This is of course representative of
him being the negligent parent, which is why he has offered close
to no assistance to my mother in terms of parenting for the past 10
years, and is languishing alone in the house we have at
Jurong.
So my parents, and the bailing officer, whom did not attain my
consent at all, allowed Vincent to be my bailer.
Afterwards, I found out that there were an additional 4 people
during the court day, some of whom I had known, and all of whom I
would have definitely preferred to be my bailers, whom were willing
to bail me. However, for a reason completely unknown to me, 2 of
them didn’t say anything, and the other 2 revealed their
willingness to be my bailer only during the time when the bail was
already being processed.
After I was released at the bail center, I immediately had dinner
with Jonovan and he shared with me the reason why he chose this
stranger to be my bailer. He gave several reasons like the fact
that he was mostly unknown, comparatively to other people, his
reputation least likely to be stained if he were to be associated
with me, he wasn’t political, so people would not accuse me of
collaborating political party to further their political goals
(Which really isn’t necessarily a bad thing).
Basically, unlike me who would have played a little more creatively
with the concept of the bailer-bailee relationship, Jonovan made
thethe most boring choice,because he thought it was the most
‘strategic.
However, I think that the variable that Jonovan probably did not
consider, which was the most important one, at least to me, was
whether or not the bailer would be an asshole.
Though maybe Jonovan did, and like so many others, maybe Vincent
manipulated Jonovan into thinking that he would be the nicest
bailer out of those 3 people, but seeing what Vincent did to me, I
am extremely skeptical of that.
Maybe in the near future, Jonovan might wish to clarify further the
aspects he considered when he his decision. But currently, as of
now, I feel compelled to say, fuck you Jonovan.
It’s a rare circumstance where there are several people who are
willing to be bailers, and unfortunately there was no distinct
avenue for bailer auditions.
So in a moment of miscommunication, ignorance and confusion, what I
ended up with as a bailer, was Vincent Law.
Part 2: The Molestation
Once I went out of the bail center, I saw my family, Vincent and
some other friends, and the first thing that Vincent said to me
was:
‘Hello, I am Vincent your bailer. I think the first thing you
should know about me is that I’m a Christian’
And I responded with a resounding ‘Oh fuck..’
And he replied: ‘Yes, so deal with it!’
He then said that he had something on in the evening, and would
meet me tomorrow before I went to see the lawyers, which I agreed
on.
The initial gut feeling was that Vincent was an absolute fucking
asshole, but I was never a person to judge someone based on first
impressions, they’re never fully accurate (Though in this case it
was). And yeah he was a Christian, but I could work around that,
why not? Not all religious people are vicious cunts, all my good
friends from Secondary School are Buddhist, so regardless of
absolutely abhorring their religious views, I can still like and
interact with them.
The next day, we met up at a coffee shop and instituted the
appropriate introductions and our first conversation. He asked
about my background, my interests and my intentions in lieu of my
charges which I readily provided to him.
The first few minutes that I talked to him, he seemed like a
relatively harmless person, serviceable, but bland, nothing
particularly special about him, no truly interesting or provocative
views or delivery, been there done that.
But as we went along, Vincent then decided to discuss with about
religion. And from there the meat-headed conservatism commonly
upheld by fundamentalist Christians, soon emerged.
He tried to explain why he practiced the fate, the supposed tenants
of Christianity, what the advocates of Jesus are. And his points,
like every theist who tries to validate their religion, was
absolutely baseless and horrible.
So I responded with the usual Atheist arguments of there’s
absolutely no evidence at all that Jesus existed, the false sense
of hope created by religion impedes one to more effectively solve
personal problems and thus impedes the betterment of oneself,
Christianity is responsible for several generations of violence and
still is responsible for causing turmoil and fear to adherents
alike, you know the common, simple basic refutations of
religion.
Then he just sat there, face stern, chest upwards, with the air of
a hot-headed bull, and then said to me:
Oh well since I’m a Christian,and you don’t like religion, then I
guess you don’t like me, so maybe I should just discharge myself as
your bailer!’
Wow…… What the fuck? That seemed a little uncalled for.. What’s up
with the threat?
So I calmed him down and said it’s all cool, just because someone
disagrees with a person’s views, doesn’t mean that they think the
person is bad, nor does it mean you have to hate him for it.
So he became calm and cool and we continued a peaceful
conversation, we met the lawyers, had lunch and then I left for
home.
But needless to say, I already did not like him.
The next day, he did not contact me. However the following day,
during the evening, he called my number and told me that the
directors of Public Enemy invited me to their play, and Vincent
wanted me to accept the invitation, he also requested a meet-up
with me tomorrow after I had seen IO Jason chua. However, I wasn’t
in the mood, and declined the invitation.
You know, because I’m an introverted teenager and I wanted some
time alone for myself, I wanted to write the 10 posts that I was
going to use to breach the terms of the bail, I wanted to complete
the 5th dungeon of Bowser’s Inside Story, and I wanted to catch up
on season 5 of Game Of Thrones.
So because of those reasons and also the fact that I’d already
started to dislike talking to him I expressed displeasure with
wanting to meet with him the following day or attend the play,
admittedly a little vehemently, and urged him to perhaps provide me
a little space and postpone our meeting to a date where I was more
enthusiastic in indulging in a social get-together.
And ever since then, the shit fucking happened.
He then shouted on the phone, ‘How dare you refuse a meeting with
your bailer! This is unacceptable! I have a responsibility as a
bailer! I am going to discharge myself!’
Wow, wow what?! Don’t discharge yourself. What the fuck?! Hi wow,
it’s not fucking funny, a person might have to go back to prison
because of that!
’24 hours! I gave you more than 24 hours! You should be thankful! I
have responsibilities as a bailer!’
So I offered some conciliatory words and said ‘ok ok fine’ I’ll
meet you, and to further placate him and ensure he didn’t discharge
himself, I also said I would attend the play (Yeah, I never wanted
to go to the play, it was in a state of fear which is why I ended
up going, sorry Alfian)
And just from that simple refusal of one request, that I eventually
acceded to, he said:
‘Initially I had intended to give you your space and only meet up
once a week. But now, seeing how you refused a simple meet-up with
your bailer. I now want to meet you, every day’
And ever since then, he demanded, without fail, for me to meet up
with him, every day.
For 9 days, I had to go from Bishan, , all the way to City Hall,
Orchard or his house at Clementi, to meet up with him for 2-3
hours. There was no important issue to discuss about, any
information I needed to provide to him in lieu of the lawyers or my
court case, he just demanded to meet up with him every day with
absolutely no good reason whatsoever.
A daily meeting with meeting with Vincent would go like this: We
would sit and he would ask a question, and I would issue a really
short response.Then there will be these really long pauses in
between sentences as Vincent desperately tries to find another
topic to ease the awkwardness, it was simply unbearable.
And every day I would constantly say to him ‘I do not like these
meetings,can we please stop having so many meetings and just have
them once a week? You know I don’t like these meet-ups, so why do
you keep on doing this?’
And one day he replied, and believe me, I am not lieing, he
said:
‘I know that you do not like these meetings Amos. And I am doing
this, because I like to piss you off.’
It’s amazing how a sadist can manipulate others into thinking he’s
a kind and generous person, maybe that’s what he meant when he said
when he was a follower of Jesus.
I also asked:
‘Don’t you think it would be better if a relationship is 2-sided?
Don’t you feel like our conversation would be more productive and
fulfilling it if I don’t go in reluctantly.’
And he replied:
‘No no it’s fine Amos, looking at your behavior now, I already like
to see and talk to you Amos. You are exciting and fascinating to
me’
Wow… I can see how he manages to turn his wife on in bed.
On several occasions, he would initiate another theological debate
and then when his argument was being torn down, he would threaten
to discharge himself as my bailer.
And whenever I expressed further displeasure and reluctance on
meeting him every day, he would then, once again, threaten to
discharge himself as my bailer.
One time, my mother accompanied me to meet with Dodwell (My
lawyer), to write my affidavit. After meeting the lawyer, Vincent
with his continued insistence of his daily meetings, told me to see
him in City Hall at 5:30pm. However, the meet-up with Dodwell
stretched on for much longer than we initially expected, and I
definitely couldn’t make it to City Hall on time.
So my mother decided that since I couldn’t make it on time, and
since Dodwell wanted to me to further assist him on the preparation
of the bail review, she would urge Vincent to cancel the meet-ups
for a few days.
She texted Vincent:
‘Alfred needs Amos to do quite a lot of stuffs today n tmr. Can the
meetings be cancelled till Thursday?’
And he replied word for word, and I quote:
‘He’s hiding behind your back. If you back hi now… I’d defer to u.
U decide.’
How the hell am I hiding behind my mother’s back? I’m right beside
her in the lawyer’s office.
And since then, my mother too was introduced to Vincent Law’s
insanity.
One time because I accidentally forgot to charge my phone for the
night, I went out with a power-less phone.
My mother had followed me to meet with IO Jason Chua that morning,
and apparently Vincent, who called me more than 7 times prior,
contacted my mother expressing that he’ll discharge himself, who
then passed me her phone. And once again I was inflicted with
Vincent’s incessant shouting:
‘It is your responsibility Amos to charge your phone at night! It
is your responsibility to be contactable at all times! I am your
bailer and I need to be able to contact you!’
I said sorry, sorry, I’ll immediately charge my phone once it gets
back as he continued belching his lecture on responsibility.
And from that one accident, he demanded that I had to call him
every morning at 8am, I expressed displeasure and reluctance in
doing so however he said that if I didn’t, he would discharge
himself as my bailer(Yeah it was really that repetitive).
Another instance, Vincent even started whining to me in a shrieking
voice and said, ‘You know how many hate messages I have gotten once
I became your bailer! You know how many people have criticized me
on Facebook? You better appreciate what I’m doing for you!’
Buddy, you’re the one who went up and said you wanted to be my
bailer, now that it’s not going favorably for you ,that’s your
fucking problem not mine, I’m not going to be sympathetic to any of
your whining. And I do not appreciate a fucking thing that you did,
no matter how much you want it. Appreciation is earned, not
demanded.
And another day at his house, he told me:
‘Hi I just watched the video you made last time. The ‘My lost love’
one. I think it would be really great if you and I could get
together with that girl you had a crush on, and then perhaps I can
interview her.’
And by this point I was just rendered speechless.
Keep in mind, this is a youth counsellor, this is a person is that
is said to have an understanding of youths. People who possess this
quality of understanding, is allowed to attain a certification in
Singapore, to become counsellors and psychiatrists. So now you see
the reason why I did not continue my sessions at IMH.
Furthermore, Vincent imposed the rule, that I am never allowed to
take pictures with anyone while he was my bailer
Now seeing the wide gamut of said bail condition (Not to post,
upload, or otherwise distribute any comment or content, whether
directly or indirectly, to any social media or online service or
website, while the current case is ongoing) , if someone took
photos with me, I technically would have breached the bail
condition. But I never got caught for that, just like I never got
caught when I liked Facebook posts.
If anyone ever requested to take a picture with me, I had always
obliged, they get to post it on Instagram, it possibly makes their
day, and I feel happy.
If something was against the rules but it was harmless, and I
enjoyed it and I never got caught, I and everyone else would
continue doing it. It’s kind of like the law against piracy. It’s
there, but we all still use torrent.
So whenever Vincent wasn’t around, I still took pictures with fans
when they wanted it. But whenever he was, my gosh…
Some fellow background actors after their performance in Public
Enemy (Which was by the way absolutely horrible) wanted to take a
couple of pictures with me. Then I said yeah sure, it’s all good
fun.
However Vincent disagreed, and then started to make this huge scene
just outside the entrance, and there were several witnesses, Roy
Ngerng was there. Vincent stood at the center, incessantly pointing
his index finger at my face and proclaiming ‘It’s your
responsibility Amos! It’s your responsibility if you take pictures
with other people! I don’t want you to break the terms of the bail!
I have responsibilities as a bailer!’
And I just stood there flabbergasted and embarrassed, trying to
placate him, just wishing that he would stop.
And because those background actors were non-questioning,
conformist amateurs, the type who blindly follows everything that
they are told (Which probably explains the quality of their
performance), they nodded subserviently to Vincent and were
like:
‘ Oh yeah yeah yeah.. we don’t want to give trouble to all of you,
we don’t want to give trouble to anyone’
Seeing how angry and riled up Vincent gets whenever somebody wishes
to take a picture of me, I kind of have this really weird vibe, and
I hope it doesn’t seem overt to say this, but it seems as though
he’s jealous that I am getting attention. Well I am the guy who
went to prison for an internet video, so I think some people would
be interested.
Come on Vincent, you no gotta be jealous, the one that has fame
isn’t necessarily better, if you want fame and attention so much
then go make your own viral video dude, don’t vent all your
frustrations on me.
The turmoil of meeting Vincent Law daily, was excruciating, it felt
as though I’m stuck with this mentally unsound person, obligated to
act as one of those central aspects of his life to make him feel
less lonely.
However, as the days went by, I became more accustomed to the
scenario, and thought of a way, to perhaps use the circumstance to
my advantage.
I knew that I was obligated to meet him every day, and I couldn’t
escape it. So instead of being all namby-pamby pussy, acting all
vulnerable and weak, why not I turn the tables around, and let me
be the bad guy, and instead of him fucking me, I fuck him.
What frightens a mental psychotic, is another mental psychotic. I
had to become more insane than Vincent. He knew that I did not like
meeting him. So I turned it around, and made his meetings with me
as painful for him as possible.
He wanted to talk to me, so I did. I constantly criticized him,
insulted his career choice, and continued to engage in theological
debates with him, and blatantly revealed the falsehood and bullshit
of every one of his supposedly Christian tenants.
The aspect of the bible that we argued the most about was the
infamous bear story, where God chose to summon a bear to maul a
group of boys after they made fun of a bald priest.
The verse was from 2 Kings 2:23: ‘some boys came out of the town
and jeered at him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they said. “Get out of
here, baldy!” 24 He turned around, looked at them and called down a
curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of
the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys’
I of course said that this was quite evident that God was a mass
murderer. And he refuted that claim, and I’m not even joking, it
really is that stupid, and it really provided me further insight to
the extent of just how delusional a religious person can be, and he
said:
‘the verse says that some boys came out of the town. But then in
the end they said that 42 boys were mauled by a bear. Since before
they only said some boys, there could have been more than 42 boys
initially. There could have been 100, there could have been 200,
therefore once some of the boys saw the bear, they might have ran
away, they might have took. Therefore since it is so vague, this
verse is open to interpretation, therefore it can be argued that
God did not actually summon those bears and killed those children
for making fun of that bald priest, therefore he is not a
mass-murderer!’
Wow….Wow……. Just…. Wow……..
I had to push my limits and frequently curb my anger at witnessing
how someone can be inane to such an extent, not revealing at all
that I felt vulnerable, and continued to remain measured and refute
him with logic. Every time I would leave the meetings with a sore
throat. I continued to talk to him, and talk to him good because I
knew I had turned the tables around, he was the vulnerable one, not
me, and now I am the one that is fucking with him.
And whenever he threatened to discharge himself again (I counted 9
times), I would disingenuously pacify him and be all like:
‘Dude, it’s all cool man, chill man, peace dude’ (I started to talk
like a hippy)
I would manipulate him into thinking that we are experiencing
hostility between us, but this is the process that will lead us
into forging an everlasting friendship. And being the sociopathic
dumbass that he was, he actually bought it.
He was convinced to such an extent, that just for a short moment,
Vincent might even have thought that he was forging a genuine
relationship, that I had reciprocated (Hah!). He felt so
comfortable with me, that he even revealed a little vulnerable side
of him, about the neglect that he had with his father when he was a
child.
However, that still did not at all curb the absolute anger and
turmoil that I had to face while engaging in 9 days of conversation
with him, and also doesn’t discount the fact that while he was
sharing his little melancholic story about how he would always look
out the window at night to see if his father had reached home, I
really did not give a fuck.
And by that time, just one day before the court, I had finished
writing, I was going to breach the terms of the bail.
Part 3: Beyond the valley of Vincent’s sodomy
In the morning at around 4:30am, I breached the terms of the bail,
posted 10 posts online, and from that, I was free. I did not have
to follow any of Vincent’s rules anymore, I did not have to meet up
with, I did not have to speak to him ever again, I was free.
Why I didn’t do it earlier and reduced the torment that I had to
endure from Vincent? It was simply the fact that I wasn’t finished
yet. IO Jason Chua and molester Vincent really took up a lot of
time during those days.
Fucking enraged that I had broken the terms of the bail, and that
he had been ineffectual bailer, when I was going to meet up with
the lawyers just before court, Vincent would constantly call me,
which I ignored, and spam messages on my phone like ‘traitor’,
‘liar’, ‘you can’t be trusted’.
Such biting words, I feel the guilt coursing through my
veins.
And during the PTC when I was outside of court, discussing with
Dodwell whether or not to compromise to the demands of the
prosecutor concerning the terms of my bail. Vincent, who laughably
with the impression that I had still wanted to continue having him
as a bailer, told me ‘If I am to continue being your bailer, I am
going to impose a new set of rules, and you have to follow
them’
And since I had already broken the terms of the bail and did not
have to suck up to him so that he would continue being my bailer, I
obviously replied with a resounding ‘fuck no’.
And after that, seeing how in front of the judge, he discharged
himself with such immediacy, was just so revealing.
Before I entered Changi Prison I told my mother and several of my
activist buddies, that I absolutely hated Vincent and hope to not
ever associate with him ever again in the future. And when I came
out of Changi Prison, I found out that they did convey that message
to him.
However, he, not respecting my decisions at all, insisted on
adamantly jutting himself into other people’s personal life when
nobody wanted him.
He went to most of my court hearings when I was shackled, he was
the first few people I saw the instance I went out of prison and
came out of the bail center (Oh the horror).
He even signed all the forms to visit me in Prison , though he
couldn’t visit me because it takes 2 weeks to process those forms
and before that I was already out(Otherwise I would probably be the
only person in Changi Prison history to refuse a face-to-face
visit).
And if any of you out there who had the opportunity to see me
during the few times I was at court, handcuffed and chained,
particularly during the bail review, you might have noticed that
whenever I was unfortunate enough to slip into the horrid realms of
Vincent’s eye contact, I would respond by flipping him the
sanctimonious finger.
So when I was in Changi Prison, I had already intended to publicly
humiliate Vincent. The initial idea was to have a really large
party celebrating my release, inviting as many activists,
politicians and people as possible, and also invite Vincent too.
And then afterwards I will give a speech which turns out to be a
vicious admonishment and reveal of the torture that Vincent had
inflicted on me. Vincent would then stand there mouth agape, if he
in a moment of fury, leaped onto me and started punching me on the
ground, that would have been ever better. Roy Ngerng will film that
live footage, give the files to me and I’ll post it on
Youtube.
However,when those reporters came to my doorstep and a little
morning walk catalyzed the idea of issuing a spectacular troll to
the mass media, I felt like I needed that extra spice that would be
able to disrupt all the reporters in their work, and have them
flooding to Pasir Panjang.
And then it hit me, Vincent Law, youth counsellor molesting Amos
Yee. I could achieve 2 goals at once. The amalgamation of those 2
aspects , humiliating Vincent law and trolling the media, was
impeccable.
Part 4: A discourse in lieu of child pedophilia
In the presence of other people, as we met up with Roy Ngerng,
Vincent’s friends and the creators of Public Enemy (Who were
exceptionally nice people. They are horrible as artists, but pretty
great as people) they would be fooled by Vincent and deem him as a
kind-hearted bailer. He helped children and migrant workers, he
treated everyone to food, and because I had to continue sucking up
to him because otherwise he would threaten to discharge himself, I
had to make him seem like he was the best bailer in the world, in
front of everyone.
And whenever Vincent wasn’t around and I tried to express the
turmoil I had to endure from meeting Vincent every day, people
would all just be like ‘Oh.. This is Vincent’s just doing his job
as a bailer, Vincent is just fulfilling his responsibilities as a
bailer’
Even my good activist buddy, Shelley, when I told her about the
intimidations that Vincent made on me, tried to speak up for her
dear friend Vincent and say ‘This might just be one of the
counselling techniques that Vincent wanted to use on you’
Wow, his mistreatment and intimidation towards me, is deemed as a
‘counselling technique’, if this is truly one of Vincent’s
techniques he uses as a Youth counsellor, then you can see why I
would feel absolutely no remorse if he loses his job.
Also concerning his job, I know people are especially angry that I
accused him of molestation because he is a youth counsellor, and
since he has been accused, parents would not ever want to send
their children over to be counselled by him, because I had already
sowed doubt.
But even though he didn’t molest me, seeing what he said and the
‘counselling techniques’ he used on me, I think it would be wise
for parents to not hire Vincent for their children. Unless you feel
that emotional torment is helpful to your child emotional state,
though the view of which is unsurprising since that would be the
mentality that you hold when you decide to put your children in
schools.
The time I had to endure Vincent, I felt like his puppet, a little
toy that he could play with. He did not treat me like a person, he
treated me like an object, a slave.
First the Government, then my father, and then Vincent, I’m really
always getting incessantly victimized aren’t I?
Now you might be asking, why the hell did I accede to his demands?
Couldn’t I just change the bailer to someone who wasn’t a
dick?
Surprisingly while I was in prison conceptualizing how I was going
to breach the terms of the bail again, I never considered the
implications of who my bailer was when I eventually breached my
bail, but during the time that I was outside, I soon did. I
realized that my initial ignorance and Jonovan’s piss-poor decision
actually lead to a great person to be the victim when I broke the
terms of the bail.
Because initially I had the impression that the bailer’s reputation
would be stained if their fellow bailee broke the terms of the
bail. If I had a bailer that I liked, I wouldn’t want to do that to
them. However if it was an asshole that was my bailer, like Vincent
Law, then I would.
He might have to forfeit $20000 (Though if that happened, I would
reimburse him), but more importantly, since he often acted as a
bailer to other people such as migrant workers, and since I had
breached the terms of the bail, his reputation could potentially be
stained as a bailer, and he wouldn’t have any opportunities to ever
carry out his job.
However because the judge decided to not fully revoke my bail and
wanted to ‘give me a 2nd chance’ because I was ‘young’ and
‘immature’, Vincent did not have to forfeit anything and in lieu of
his reputation as a person and a bailer, I don’t think it left the
adverse effect on him that I had intended, though hopefully the
previous accusation of molest and this post does.
And really Vincent being angry about an allegation of molest is
just being pissed off by the response created by stupid people. If
unlike the mass media one possesses an IQ that was more than 2
digits, one would probably have already guessed right from the
start that it was all a troll.(Dick Ow.? Honestly… Dick Ow?)
I’m never affected by the response of stupid people because you
should never be intimidated and stop doing what you love, just
because many people are against you, especially when those people
are fucking idiots. Which is why though I received a voluminous
amount of hate mail, a hit in the face, and 18 days of jail, I’m
still chugging along, day by day, continuing to produce the
iconoclastic content on my Facebook and blog that you guys
oh-so-love. And if those asshole policemen return my fucking
camera, I can also continue making my videos too 
So right now Vincent is hogging my mother , demanding that I issue
a public apology to him and his family, otherwise he would get a
lawyer to sue me.
And I think that’s pretty clear enough evidence that Vincent Law,
is a charlatan, Vincent Law is huckster, he is a hypocrite and he
is a fraud.
He’s standing up for me, he’s fighting for freedom of speech, he’s
fighting against the laws that claims that even if somebody lies,
mocks or offends a person or large amounts of people, it should not
be deemed as a criminal offence.
But now, when the cause that he so boldly advocated, is used
unfavorably towards him, he is now threatening to use those exact
same laws that he went against, to sue me, and yet you all claim
that his intentions were genuine.
But let me tell you Vincent, if you do indeed sue me for
defamation,then I’ll sue you for emotional abuse of a child. And
seeing how I’m already baselessly deemed as a mentally disturbed
teenager, I think the judge will look very favorably to my
case.
So there you go. Ah hah! How about that bitch!
Oh and also, unbeknownst to me initially, my mother revealed that
there is in fact a 2nd definition of the word ‘molest’. With
reference to thefreedictionary.com
mo·lest
(mə-lĕst′)
tr.v. mo·lest·ed, mo·lest·ing, mo·lests
1. To disturb, interfere with, or annoy
And after you’ve read this tale you would know that Vincent did in
fact disturb and annoy me.
So technically, Vincent didn’t molest me, but yet he did. The
beauty of contrarieties in life.
Part 5 : Alas! Me fellow munchkins, we are about to conclude. At
yonder Vincent trembles, relish me friends, haha!
My fellow friends, this is what happens when you get a Christian as
a bailer.
But regardless of all those horrible things that he did to me, did
that warrant a temporary accusation of molestation for 12 hours,
that could potentially have ruined his relationship with his
family, made him lose his job and his entire livelihood? Well… I
thought it did.
Revenge is indeed a dish best served cold. And after my little
accusation of molest, all is well and good. It was an ingredient to
effectively troll the media, I managed to publicly humiliate
Vincent, and after this incident he has decided to wash his hands
off me and that means, I will never see or talk to him again (At
least I hope).
If anybody was unfortunate enough to have to be obligated to
associate with a person such as Vincent, then my gosh, I express my
greatest sympathies. The experience was thoroughly traumatic for me
I assure you. But like any tumultuous experience in my life, I got
over it, and possibly became cooler in the process.
So there you go, I am done Wasn’t that an exciting story? I hope
you enjoyed it. And now that I have finished telling the tale, your
humble narrator shall depart and engage in another potentially new
and exciting endeavor. Now that it has been written, we will go
around, brother-in-arms, village to village, laughing, sharing and
spreading the tale – of the molestation of Vincent Law. Have
fun!