reincarnation

I often wonder what happens to pedophiles when they die, maybe they come back as toilet seats and prostitute tampons, some times If I, feel uncomfortable, going in a public restroom, I imagin that the toilet I'm using to purge the chinese buffet from my system, is a pedophile, that died from some kind of a stroke and his enery was so tainted that in his next life he came back as a toilet seat. It makes the very uncomfortable process that much easier. I live just above the prostitute street of concinnati, it's the same street just my house is above were they dwell. I am often comforted by the thought of some serial rapist, or pedophile dyeing and thinking his suffering is over only to be reincarnated into a box of tampons purchased by the skaniest women on mcmicken street, it almost fills me with a warm feeling of joy to think that the world is fair in such a way.