"[T]aking family portraits of the whole family standing around bare-butt naked pissing out a fire as a 'ritual' is not exactly the stuff healthy parenting is made of."

I find your opinion of what constitutes "healthy parenting" dubious at best. I'd prefer the government not apply your sensibilities to my life and my family.

Pissing on the embers of a campfire to put it out is pretty common. Nowhere in the article does the author indicate that grown men were "running around naked in the woods with a little girl and pre-adolescent boys." Your imagination supplied that telling detail.

Nice try at protecting thought. Seriously. That was a nice gesture on your part. Now you need to educate yourself a little bit about your highly varied clientele. The reason I say this is that the guy who buys European nudist videos in order to become aroused (we're assuming, now) by the sight of naked children without "victimizing" anyone is, first of all, victimizing those children by proxy, but that's beside the point and also within the First Amendment purview you seek to defend.

But wait! There's more! And how do you not know this? These guys (and they are 95 per cent guys - men - males) do not get aroused in a vacuum. They are either firing up or they will progress, in time, to approaching and, if successful, to accosting and, if successful, to abusing - or worse - children like the ones in the videos. It's not some paranoid fantasy. This is fact. They are progressive. Some outraged soul earlier suggested law enforcement "vet out suspicious behavior" before it gets out of control, but then your scenario would have come true, the thought police would have arrived, and that fine line would have been crossed (and it routinely is in certain areas anyway, but that's a whole nother can of worms). You CAN, however, take note of these guys, as you already have, and let your conscience be your guide. There are, indeed, victimless crimes, but there are also crimes just waiting to be committed. You can't do much else, but you can watch, take notes, and when the police come around with a picture of the German nudist video enthusiast because he or someone like him has been reported to have groped or assaulted a child, you'll not only be able to verify he comes into your store, you can also feel really good about having helped him get himself fired up.

Sorry man - reality sucks.

She's a social worker? In child protective services? And she brings her cases home to you? So you know what goes on in her office, with children and parents who live in your community and/or district?

Report her. She is in violation of state law, and she could lose her job.

A few years ago, I used to work at a child protective services clinic in a university setting. Before I was hired as a senior word processor in their office, I not only had to be finger printed and my background checked, but also, I had to sign multiple confidentiality agreements attesting that I would not talk about our clients or the circumstances therein to anyone. ANYONE. If I did, and I was caught, I could have been charged with a felony.

And, as if that wasn't enough, the head of the facility sat me down on my first day and told me "Meg, you do know confidentiality means not going home and discussing cases or people or instances with your husband, even generically, don't you?" I'm over 40, btw, not a child but he wanted to be very clear as to the ramifications of taking the job home.

So I didn't. I couldn't even point out that the person on the 11 p.m. news accused of child abuse was one of our cases, something that actually happened a couple times during my tenure at the clinic.

If you, AJCalhoun, are so sanctimonious and in-your-face as your letter indicates, please report your "bitch" to authorities. Right now. She is endangering lives and families.

And she should know better.

Obviously this person is just angry that his parents never took any pictures of him.

"But taking family portraits of the whole family standing around bare-butt naked pissing out a fire as a "ritual" is not exactly the stuff healthy parenting is made of."

The article said nothing about the "whole family" being naked when they peed on the fire. I thought it was funny when I read it. Still do.

"Grown men running around naked in the woods with a little girl and pre-adolescent boys AND alcohol involved. Simply indefensible."

The article does not say the men were naked. A couple of guys having a beer around the fire after the kids have gone to bed is hardly "alcohol involved."

As exciting as all of this must be to you, the camping group was not a single helpless little girl among a herd of predatory pre-adolescent boys.

Occasionally, on the news, they announce that some Sex Preditor is trying to move to some town, and all the locals are up in arms. He had to move there cuz he was kicked out of the last town he lived in. And I visualize what it would be like for me if every time I moved, they announced it on the news and protesters would show up in front of my house to make sure everybody on the street knew I was a Sex Predator.

I like kids. I can certainly see why people want to have kids, they're lively and creative and silly and loads of fun, at least the times I see. And they're not afraid to act childish. Their parents assure me that there are more miserable times, but I'm not in line to get kids myself, at least for a while.

Once I was at a college reunion, and a lot of my friends brought their families. Maybe I'm the pied piper or something, but I got along well with all of the kids under 10. We were in a park, and the two 4-year-olds got to steal my tennis visor and run around with it, and they wanted me to chase them, and I did sometimes, and then I'd stop and try to fake them out, basically acting like a 4-year-old again. Somehow they climbed on top of me while I was squatting down, and I stood up and picked them both up, being very careful that neither was going to fall off, roaring like a monster, as they screamed with glee. They crawled down to the grass safely. One of my other classmates took a picture.

Weeks later, the picture made the rounds. There I am, against a woodsy background, teeshirt and summer shorts, disheveled, visor and child's legs obstructing my face, with two screaming kids crawling down my body on each side. And, located just one foot away from each of their screaming mouths, the scourge of modern manhood, my fly was unzipped.

It can happen to you. You can laugh, but it can happen to you, too. You don't have to do anything wrong. It can happen in the most innocent of circumstances.

Now, I'm glad I don't have any disputes with any of my classmates, we had a good laugh over email. But this digital photo, in high resolution, is now spread out among five families. Can I have it destroyed? Pretty much, no.

What if I get married, and then end up in an acrimonious divorce. Sometimes, women in this situation make up bogus accusations that the man molested the child. What if she gets a copy of this picture?

I've read the first 8 pages of letters from this article, and three times, in three of the prudish letters, I've seen them talk about peeing on the fire naked. That never happened; go back and read the story. There was naked kids, and there was peeing on the fire, but no naked peeing on the fire. That was a lie.

If you've never gone camping away from buildings with urinals, men go to the bathroom by walking ten feet into the woods and peeing against a tree. You get used to it, it's no big deal. And that's how everybody did it 200 years ago. So peeing on the campfire is not unusual, especially if you learn camping in the Boy Scouts. But if you're a conservative trying to justify an overzealous accusation, suddenly it's unusual and perverted.

So you can see how the prudish zero-tolerance people distort the story once they've gotten a demon. These stories get warped as one conservative talks to the next, jazzing up the story each time. Next thing you know, you have stories going around all about guys walking on water, or rising from the dead - they believe that stuff! Or some lonely guy, raping their friends' children off in the woods somewhere. They can believe that too.