Confessions of a Registered Sex Offender

My name is Coarso

As the New Year dawns my life seems to set. The holidays seem emotionally extreme, not that I necessarily celebrate the holidays it’s all the emotional baggage that surrounds them. For me it’s another year without growth, constantly falling backward little by little another year of a diminished quality of life. Life lost to an ideology that has no merit. I try to think of how my ancestors coped with an impossible scenario of slavery to live and die under the caprices of an owner who viewed them as property… And the so called laws of the land not only condoned but encouraged the condition. Let’s not forget that twelve presidents owned slaves and eight of them owned slaves while serving as president (http://home.nas.com/lopresti/ps.htm if you care to investigate further). So my ancestors live and died in a time and country not constructed with their welfare in mind but only their continued servitude. Now you may say “But America freed the slave” and you are right but what is freedom without status? Civil Rights in America spanned more than the years 1945 to 1968. However, it was after these years that fundamentally important events took place regarding civil rights and they were to gain a place in history. The Montgomery Bus Boycott, the incident at Little Rock High School, Martin Luther King, the bombing of the church in Birmingham, Black Power, the work done by presidents Truman and Johnson in particular and the civil rights acts of 1964 all occurred after 1945 and proved vital in the advances made by the civil rights movements. The Thirteenth Amendment was the instrument that actually freed the slaves, but the Emancipation Proclamation which went into effect on 1 January 1863 was the first step in the process. Let’s do some simple math shall we 1964 – 1863 = 101 years. 101 years really?! Thanks America 101 years to do the right thing. I am 41 years old I’m unconstitutionally registered as a sex offender. I have no felony and no conviction I served my sentence for an indiscretion that occurred when I was 18 and I endure a Class level less than slavery. We call our formers barbaric and archaic but the truth is we are the barbarians, because we have science, advanced educations, and studies to aid us in making the right choices concerning law. But we don’t use this information nor listen to the experts that give it. Why? The right choice is not always publicly popular and in some cases certain political suicide. Every agent of the government took an Oath and violates that Oath when decisions are made based on political careers, knee jerk reactions responding to an over emotional public, and a lack of impact analysis. So here I sit 149 years after the Emancipation Proclamation, 48 years after the Civil Rights Act in the very same paradigm as my ancestors.

America I don’t have 101 years so I continue the fight not for a Flag, County or God I fight for the right to be human and treated as such, to be free to choose my own destiny to live and die under my own caprices.

Earth Date: Sunday, September 9, 2012

Imagine awakening to total darkness; darkness so black that you couldn’t detect a hand in front of your face. What would you do? Would you venture to crawl slowly forward to the black obscurity, grasping blindly for something to hold onto; or would you sit numbed, trying to ascertain how you arrived in such blackness?

Let’s say you began to creep along on hands and knees, only to suddenly reach an edge where you’re somehow suspended and centered on a very small platform, mere inches to each side while total darkness engulfs your senses and very reasoning. Then as you shift your weight, the surface beneath you begins to crumble, and suddenly you begin to slip from its security as you free-fall to the unknown below. But the fall isn’t instantaneous, it cruelly lasts minutes, hours, days, months, until years finally pass but you continue to descend, unknowing of your fate in possibly striking bottom, smashing and shattering bones due to the Earth’s gravitational pull. Now you’ve lastly lost some of this fear that was once there when you initially began that descent. A lifetime seems to pass and now you’ve lived through the horror, currently accustomed but still battling against the feeling of that final crash. Fear lingers though, just surfacing to break your sanity. The desensitized fear lays dormant but builds, growing more complex. There is currently panic of never striking ground while the nightmare forever remains. Cracks begin to form and reality becomes distorted while pieces chip away, creating an unmanageable insanity as though you’re trying to bail water on a gradual and inevitably sinking ship. The years of one’s life is wasted, and never truly lived to this hellish forever spiral that will lastly end to a ultimate destruction.

Many required to register find themselves, metaphorically speaking, in the above situation losing years of their lives to a justice system that’s flawed and has failed on this specific issue. It’s extremely hard to empathize if you’ve not been subjected to registration laws. Some can empathize with the collateral damage that’s considered a byproduct of registration. Byproduct, the word itself seems to remove the seriousness of the collateral damage it creates. It’s consequential, an acceptable evil, when dealing with supposed child safety but the truth of the matter, this issue has become something totally different.

After being inundated with story after story, tragedy after tragedy, I simply have to stop looking at the details and look at the root or core problem, and it’s simply this:

As we view the fallacy of the Civil War which in fact was not a battle over slavery, but Federal Governance over a State, Similar to this parallel misrepresentation is registration. Registration is not the underlining issue but simply one of a myriad of issues being used for financial and political gain. When social and political issues lead to a substantial increase of power, money, or political status, then logic, ethics, constitutionality, and morals weaken and gradually become clouded while no longer being of any consequence.

When it looks like it, smells like it, and taste like it call it what it is:

Fascism