General Comments March 2016

There is talk that Obama has vetted Jane Kelly as Scalia’s replacement. I found an 8th circuit case regarding a sex offender and the positive outcome she was a part of. I didn’t read it all but this seems promising…i think. She was also a federal public defender.

http://www.cnn.com/2016/03/02/politics/supreme-court-pick-white-house-considering/index.html

https://cases.justia.com/federal/appellate-courts/ca8/13-1261/812508136/0.pdf

This is kind of long,and I had no ideas where else to put it so it can be seen. But I needed it out of my head and in front of as many eye as In could muster. So I apologize up front.

I really don’t know how to tell this story, so I will simply start from the beginning. You will have to forgive me for my grammar is essentially non existent, and this was typed out entirely on my phone. So grab a snack and a box of tissues for our sob story.

In 2007 when I was 26 years old. I was accused and plead out to having a consensual sexual relationship with a 17 year old girl. I had no real criminal history prior to this. I had the distinction of being the first (and only) person in my family to go to prison. In march of 2008, I signed a plea agreement for 3 years with half time, and three years of parole. At this point I had already been in custody for about 17 months, so I signed under the notion that I would be going home in about a month. A couple of days later I was told by Mt attorney that he had just learned that half time was not available in my type of case. He then informed me that the rate is firm at 85%, which would essentially keep me in prison for another year. I filed immediately to withdraw my plea, but the court said “too bad, we make and change the rules how we please” not in so many words, but that’s the distinct impression I was left with. Of course I filed an appeal, but at this point I decided to just hunker down and prepare for the ride that is prison. As it turns out prison was infinitely easier and more comfortable than jail could ever hope to be on their best day. Fortunetly I had my parents backing me, sending packages and putting money in my account contentand sending me books to read.
Before I knew it, my time was up and I was ready for discharge to parole. I was unleased upon the world on may 15th of 2010. The day after my release my father took me to meet my agent who explained the rules I must follow or risk going back on a violation. This is also when he informed me that my parole was now 5 years instead of the 3 I signed for. I was so exhilarated at being out that I chose to get pissed about it later and not ruin my good mood. At this time in San Diego the residency restriction of 2000 feet was still being enforced, and my parents house was about 1980 feet away from the park down the road, so that was not an option. Undaunted I forged ahead and was able to find an apartment and get myself settled.
I mostly laid low for that first month trying to get used to my new surroundings, and develop a routine. My agent was by the book, but fair, I did as he asked and he would give me enough rope to hang myself with, but I never did. Then in late June of that year, I come to the realization that everybody I knew prior to me going to prison, had either moved or changed their number, or both. I then resolved to make new friends and rebuild something that resembled a life. So I went on craigslist and posted an add on Craigslist in the strictly plutonic section, and said I was merely looking for a friend to chat with. I received a few replies, mostly phishing ads, but one response was very different. It was a woman who was here, from China to get her masters degree. We instantly hit it off and started chatting back and forth online. I would find myself sitting and waiting for her to come online so we could resume our conversation (nothing dirty mind you). As required by my parole, I informed my parole officer that I had made a female friend. He proceeded to inform me of my obligation to tell her of my status as a sex offender, and if I had not and he came to visit and she was present, he would violate me if she didn’t know. She and I had been chatting for almost two weeks at this point, and I had grow pretty attached to her. The prospect of losing her terrified me to no end. So that night when she logged on, with my heart in my throat, I told her of my situation. Nothing I have ever endured in my life, came close to the agony I experienced waiting for her reply. After what seemed like a lifetime, she replied, and it said “OK” which was soon followed by a string of question about my offense and my restriction, ect. At the end of the night she was still talking to me, and about a week later we met in person for the first time. We instantly fell into a relationship together.
Everything at this point was going well, and I was very happy with my life. A little over a month into the relationship, we decided it just made more sense for her to move in with me. Then in October we hit our first road block, she got pregnant. So of course I was obligated to inform my agent, and considering my conditions, one of which is no contact with minors, I was curious as to what my options were. So during his next home visit, I gave him the news and asked what to do. He told us “You won’t get permission to see your child until you are off of parole, so you can either have the baby and separate, or get a termination.”. At that time I was still under the belief that his word was law, and believed what he said. So amazingly she made the choice to get the termination so she could remain with me. It wasn’t until much later that I would learn there were other options I could have explored.
In December of that year, we decided that it felt right, and December 10th of 2010 we married. Despite the tragedy we had just gone through, we were both happy just to be together. So naturally after we married I filed for her change of status. So we could remain together without fear of her visa expiring, and her getting deported. So I read online what documents were needed and what information was needed, and prepared them accordingly. About 3 months or so after we sent in the application as well as the almost $2,000 in filing fees, I received a reply from USCIS. They set an appointment for her to be finger printed and asked for additional information regarding my conviction. I sent all they asked for and waited again, and again got a request for more documents. This went on for about a year, and then finally her application for a green card was denied. I was very confused, because so far as I understood getting her a green card is pretty straight forward. After doing some research I discovered that I had run up against the Adam Walsh Act, which prevents people who have to register from petitioning for a green card for anyone.
I was floored, this was the first time I had ran into a restriction that wasn’t related to parole. Of course I wanted answered because this just seemed ridiculous any way I looked at it. The best explanation I got was, ” its intended purpose is to protect women from unknowingly marrying a sex offender and not finding out until she is already here… ” well that doesn’t really apply here, because she already lives here, knows everything about my case and still married me. Yet I still am unable to get her a green card, without filing for an Adam Walsh Act Waiver, which starts at about $5000 to start with a cheap attorney… And most don’t even know what it is or how to do one.
Eventually my wife’s visa expired and she continues to live with me without status for the foreseeable future. One thing I neglected to add in was that for the entirety of my incarceration, my parents were residing in Australia because my father had work there. They only came back to the states for a little bit to help me get situated. My father went back after only a week or two, but my mother stayed with me in the apartment for a few more months until rejoining him there.
After almost two years on parole, I was assigned a new parole officer and within a month, I was arrested for my first violation, use of alcohol. Lucky for me, they had just passed a bill to empty the prisons, so that max you could spend in jail was 72 days for a violation, instead of a year in prison. When I eventually got home, I was fortunate enough to find my wife still waiting for me patiently. Unfortunately, this was only the first time she would have to wait for me. We continued to fight for her green card while doing all we could to support ourselves. With work difficult to find, especially when your new P.O. starts calling your new boss asking for you, you can imagine that the task of supporting ourselves was no simple thing. We were still fortunate enough to have my parents to lean on in case of an emergency. That all changed in October of 2012. My father was admitted into the hospital there in Australia. It was discovered to be cancer has riddled his entire body. He had been diagnosed with prostate cancer about 5 years earlier. He said that the treatment and surgery worked and that he was in the clear. He lied. He lied because he didn’t want his wife of 42 years to worry and to be happy with what little time he had left. He also wanted to keep working so that they could afford and remain in Australia, where he knew she loved it so much, which meant he had not time to sit around being sick. He also knew that I wasn’t out of the woods yet, and would still need money here and there. So he lied to not burden our hearts and thoughts, and continued to work right up until October 2nd when he succumbed to the cancer and passed away. He went from working, to the hospital, to gone , all in the span of a week. The entire time acting and ensuring us that everything was going to be fine. This of course destroyed my mother, he was everything to her. She had always had him to take care of everything and be there for her for 42 years. Their 43rd anniversary was going to be October 10th. Of course with my restrictions on parole, I was unable to go to my fathers bedside while he lay dying. Neither could I go help her prepare for what came after. I guess I should also mention at this point that my mother was of failing health for quite some time and had recently been confined to a wheel chair. My older brother was able to go out and help her pack and make the arrangements for her return here to the states. The decision was made that she would come to live with my wife and I. Also just recently the 2000 foot restriction had been lifted, so we could live again in my parents house.
My mother tried to put on a show and act like she was going to be OK. The truth was that she was lost without my father, and hadn’t the slightest clue of which direction to go. I soon learned that the mortgage on the house was in default, and had been for several months. The mortgage was about $3,500 a month, which is well above my pay grade. Even with my mother chipping in her monthly SS check, it just wasn’t enough. So I did some research and started my mother down the path of declaring bankruptcy so she could keep the house. I would catch my mom silently crying alone, and telling him how much she missed him, and how she wished to be by his side again. I would also hear her ask questions of him, mostly asking what she should do. Every time I heard her it dug a little more at my soul. To know the amount of pain and suffering she was going through, and I was powerless to help her.
It got to be around Christmas of that same year. She had fallen into a routine of self soothing with pain killers and alcohol. So on December 23rd of 2012, while doing the chores around the house. I happened upon my mother in her room, sobbing because this would be the first Christmas in 43 years that he wouldn’t be there. I think at this point my soul snapped, and I couldn’t bear it any longer. So I went out drinking to drown my pain and take respite from the world. Just my luck, I ran into police that night who called my P.O. who then informed them to take me to jail for yet another violation.
So again I went back to jail for a roughly two month all expenses paid vacation. I would receive emails from my mother and wife almost nightly. Then about two days before I was due for release, my name was called on the intercom, telling me to roll up my stuff because I was being released. Now this was strange firstly because it was two days early, and at that time it was almost 9 or 10 at night. I asked the guards, but they had no answers for me. After I was processed out and pushed out the door, I was confronted with my older brother. He then informed me that the day before, my wife had come home from work and found my mother on her bed, not responding and blood coming from somewhere she couldn’t see. So she immediately called 911and the paramedics came and whisked her to the hospital. The doctors informed parole that my mother was on her deathbed and they agreed to release me early. When we arrived at the hospital, I saw my mother connected to all sorts of tubes and machines. I was the told by the doctor that an artery in her lower esophagus had ruptured, and she was bleeding internally. She was unresponsive to any kind of stimuli and primarily being kept alive by life support. After discussing things with my brother, we decided to end her suffering and terminate life support. So it was on February 28th of 2013, my mother reunited with her beloved husband. I can’t tell you how hard it is to lose both parents in less than six months, that’s a one two punch I would have never seen coming.
Soon after my mothers death, I received a call from her bankruptcy attorney. He was looking for her to sign some forms she had originally missed and needed in order to file. I was forced to tell him of her untimely demise, and asked if there was any recourse we could take to either complete her bankruptcy, or at least keep the house, to which he knew no answer. So it came that a number of months after my mother has passed away, my parents house was sold at auction. It actually sold for more than what was owed on the house. Of course the vulture creditors swooped in to gobble that up at the estate hearing for their unpaid debts. So of course we were soon to be homeless and with nothing to show for it aside from the box of ashes which contains my mother. Fortunately by going through some of my parents old documents before our impending eviction, I was able to discover the whereabouts of my parents 40 foot RV. I was able to gain possession of it and drive it back to the house where we proceeded to load everything we could into it, and everything else went into storage. Finding a spot to park and hook up a RV is infinitely cheaper than trying to rent an apartment. It wasn’t long after we started living in the RV that I received several calls regarding the whereabouts of my parents RV, because it had never been fully paid off. Of course I was obligated to tell him that I had not seen it in several years, and last I heard it was parked on a friends estate in Ohio. Weather they believed me or not, I think they got the point that I am not the one to ask. It was also around this time I think in May that we discovered that my wife was pregnant again. This time though I knew of other options, so I filed right away to gain an exception to conditions for my daughter. The first attempt went through the process (which takes quite a long time) and somewhere around the regional office it was lost for unknown reasons, and of course I was not informed of this for months. So I started the process again from the start. Then on October 28th of 2013 while I was out, parole decided to do a sweep of my house, part of “Operation Boo” I believe. You know, to make sure that none of us monsters are around to snatch kids in front of their parents or anything, considering that it has never once happens ever. So they raided my house and berated my Chinese wife with a barrage of questions. Her English is pretty good, but if you go too fast, or their are too many people talking she can easily get confused, especially with the shock and fear of suddenly have law enforcement barge into your home and start digging through everything. They eventually came upon my wife’s laptop and started asking her if it belonged to me. She got confused and thought he was asking if we owned it or not. So she said yes. They immediately opened it up and asked her for the password (which was in Chinese). She saw no harm in it, so she unlocked it for him. They of course asked her how to get to the files and the internet, because the entire computer was set for Chinese. After not finding anything in the files they turned to the web history. Some time later they happens upon a website with woman in a very revealing outfit, and text in Chinese. They asked her what that webpage was, so she told them that it was a pop up ad for some Chinese porn site and that she receives those all the time going to Chinese websites. Now mind you, I do not know Mandarin. I don’t know how to speak it, aside from a few choice words, and I certainly don’t know how to read it. Despite that, they followed my GPS signal to where I was and arrested me for use of porn.
I tried to talk reason and common sense to them, but I might as well have been speaking in Mandarin for all the good it did me. So back I went again for another 2 months. I was stressing a lot this time because I knew her due date was set for January 17th, which ironically was my mothers birthday. They ended up releasing me in early January, so I was able to be there for the delivery. I also learned upon my release that I had a new Agent again. He knew of the baby on the way, and that my permission was not yet granted to have contact, but he kind of turned a blind eye while I was at the hospital with her. January 17th came, and still no baby, so a week later we are starting to worry and call our doctor. He set up and appointment for us on the 25th to induce labor. So on the 25th we go to the hospital where they put her in this really nice large room, all by herself, her own personal delivery suite. They hooked her up and started the IV of medication that would help along her delivery. After several hours they noticed that she was dilating some, but not nearly enough. So they decided to give it some more time and see what happens. By that time the contractions were growing pretty intense and frequent, so they ordered her an epidural. So the night came and went with staff checking in every so often on her progress. About mid day on the 26th one of the doctors decided to break her water for her to see if that would spur thing along. Still nothing. So that night, they informed us that for some reason she is not progressing, so they wanted to do C section. So on the morning of January 27th was born unto us and she was absolutely perfect. I was the first one who got to hold her, while they stitched my wife back together. I know I had heard people say that your entire world and perspective changes the first time you hold your own child in your arms. They were right, they were so incredibly right. As I held her in my arms in an adjacent room with a couple of other new dads, I noticed that she was the only one who wasn’t crying at all. Instead I saw that she was staring up at my face, studying it intently. In fact she didn’t cry the entire time until they stuck her in the leg with some vitamin K. Soon after we were issued in to rejoin my wife in recovery, so she could see and hold our baby for the first time. We learned what the problem was. Our daughter was born at 8 pounds and 6 ounces. She actually had a little bit of a cone head at first because she was trying to come out, just my wife wasn’t big enough.
She took right to breastfeeding with any coaxing at all. She was very mild tempered and rarely got fussy unless she wanted something, usually food. We spent an extra two days in the hospital for her recovery, but then it was back home. Of course it was home for them and not me. Considering my permission had yet to be approved, I was relegated to living in my Jeep. It could have been worse, but my wife called me all the time to make sure I was OK. Every once in a while she would sneak over and see me for a little bit. I also had an opportunity to stock the jeep with any supplies I might need beforehand, such as clothes and a portable grill. I was also working at the time doing windshield repair to help bring in some money to support myself and my family. I considered myself fairly fortunate, because I had a friend who knew of my situation. He runs a production studio, and usually has to work at night as to not disturb the other tenets in the building. He would let me come in and crash on his couch, while he was working. This went on for about two weeks, until early one morning at work I was confronted by that sex offender task force. They put me in handcuffs and arrested me, when I asked for what, they told ms failure to register. At that time I was registered with the downtown police department because that is area in which I was sleeping. What I didn’t know is that my friends office is located exactly on the line separating downtown and another cities jurisdiction. His office was literally on the wrong side of the street.
They also tried to argue that I failed to register his office as my address. So back to jail I went, and a few weeks later I was seen in court for my preliminary hearing. I had a public defender who absolutely rocked, they were trying to send me up for 6 years with a new felony and a strike. Luckily when we presented my case in court, she made clear that since I had no belongings in his office, I also did not receive any mail and did not possess a key. The judge saw the reasoning of that. Then to drive home that I was not trying to be deceitful, and had simply made a mistake with my registration. She showed a picture of the line, and where I was, also that there was no signage saying that I had crossed over to another city. She then called up the registering officer and asked how many times I had registered, and if I had ever been late. Answerers were 14 times, and No, I had never missed a registration. The Judge threw out the case because it was clear to him that I was not breaking the law. Of course I still had to do a two month violation for parole, which made no sense at all.
When I finally was released again, I went right back to living in my car and working the same job. I was blessed to have a boss who knew and understood my situation. He also knew that I wasn’t a monster and just trying to get by. So things went back to how they were before my sabbatical. Not long after I got out, I received a visit from CPS, questioning if I had seen my daughter?. This kinda pissed me off because I thought, “who are they to ask? Isn’t that for parole to investigate and enforce?”. But I remained civil, and ended the meeting without incident. Of course it should also be noted that throughout the entire meeting I was treated with disdain, and talked down to as if I was something less than human. It really wouldn’t have mattered what I said to them, their opinion was set in stone before they even met me.
I had learned from my Agent that my request to change my conditions had disappeared yet again. Before I could file a new one, I received a call from my wife. She was in a bind, because her work had said she can no longer have her baby at work. She didn’t feel safe leaving her with anyone, and also didn’t have the money to afford a sitter or daycare anyway. So she left her with me. Which was against my conditions at the time. I told myself that it was only for one day, and that I would find an alternative for tomorrow. So I babysat her in my jeep, and walked her around in her stroller, and fed her every 3 hours. That day it so happened that at the supermarket I was parked at, there had been an incident where a man and walked in and sexually assaulted another man, and then ran off. I had no idea this was going on when police arrived canvassing the area looking for that man. So they happened upon me babysitting my daughter in my jeep outside and started asking routine questions, such as “Are you on parole or probation?”. I was honest and said yes, and told them the reason I was on parole. I also told them that I was just waiting for my wife to get off of work. At that, they were prepared to let me go, except the younger one asked me, ” Would your Agent be OK with everything if I told him about our contact with you, and you babysitting your daughter?” . I still have no idea what I said no and told him the truth. Maybe I was just hoping that he would see that I wasn’t doing anyone harm, and maybe respect the fact that I had been honest with him.
He partner wanted to do just that, and let me go my way, but he refused to let it go and resolved himself to talk to my Agent before letting me go. Of course when he finally did get a hold of him, he told them to take me back to jail, again. And the police had me call my wife to come and pick up our daughter.
So back to jail I went, and was ready to sit back and wait it out again. Three days later though, I believe of May 5th, I was dragged into court unexpectedly. I had no idea what was going on when they ushered me into the courtroom where my wife and daughter were present. They proceeded to cite Family Law 3030 in California. You can find a copy of it here.

http://leginfo.legislature.ca.gov/faces/codes_displaySection.xhtml?lawCode=FAM&sectionNum=3030.

To paraphrase, it states that no one who has to register as a sex offender, and their victim was a minor, she be granted custody or unsupervised visitation unless the court finds that there is not an immediate threat to the child. Part 3 of that same code states that if is ever found that a minor is permitted unsupervised contact with a sex offender that had a child for a victim, shall be prima facie evidence that the child is at significant risk. So they can immediately remove your child, which they did right there in court. While my wife was trying to pay attention in court, one of their imps suck up and snatched our daughter. The court then ordered services for my wife and nothing for me because I still didn’t have permission. I later learned that the state appointed lawyer handling my case really screwed me then when he did nothing.
So the circus began, they would order her to do something and she would do it. Her case worker started off by saying that unless she divorced me, they would make sure she never gets her daughter back. I know there are probably people out there screaming that we should have just divorced to make them happy and get back together later. Unfortunately my wife’s entire bid for a green card hinges on our marriage. We did separate when I came home. She went to stay with a friend of ours, while I remained at the RV. Upon my release in July 2014, I filed a new petition to change my conditions. I settled in for the long wait, and continuously checked on the status. Meanwhile my wife was going to all of her appointments, and all of her visits. When we would go into court they would fabricate lies about her, saying that she was combative and would frequently not show up. Except we had logs of all the appointments she went to, including the ones they canceled. This was the first case for this case worker, and she was trying really hard to make her bones. She even took to stalking my home, looking for my wife to show up. She even used my agent to try and gain access inside for her, because she knew she had no authority. My wife was able to eventually get unsupervised visitation, so things were looking promising so long as she continued to tell them that the divorce was pending. And you better believe they asked about it, every chance they got. So one morning my wife preparing to go to court the following day and discovered that she failed to take an important document when she moved out. So she decided that she would just come and grab it and be gone. So she went in and retrieved the document and was ready to leave less than a few minutes later, mind you she was by herself. When I walked her back out to her car to see her off, wouldn’t you know that the case worker is walking up accusing her of being with me. I explained that she was merely picking up some papers she needed for court, and pointed out that our daughter was not with her. Didn’t matter, she put her back on supervised visitation, claiming that she had no idea if she was allowing me to see my own daughter or not.
So my wife falls back into a routine of completing what they ask her to do, and them lying about us. There would be long stretches of time when they gave her no instruction on what she was to do. Despite her repeated calls and inquiries, their were still months at a time she couldn’t progress because they didn’t assign her anything to do and she had already completed everything they had. So this continues for quite some time, and the judge just licks up anything CPS craps out. They would accuse her of not progressing, when it was their not giving her something to do. So we are now well into 2015, and the foster mom they had placed her with filed to become the defacto parent. Meaning amongst other things, that she wanted preference for adoption of our daughter, which of course she was granted it. Then in July, my Agent tells me that they are enforcing a new judgement that came down, and I should file my petition again immediately. So I did, and true to his word, in August of 2015 I was granted a exception for Biological children in my conditions. Now it was my thought that now that I had full permission from parole to see my daughter without restriction, that it would certainly mean an end to the case. Because the entire complaint was that she had allowed me to babysit her when I didn’t have permission, and now I do have permission. Well that is what any sane an rational person would think, but again we are dealing with the California legal system, need I say more? So before hand, I hire an attorney who instructs me to go get not one, but two independent psychological evaluations. So I do, and they are both good, showing that I am in no way a threat to my daughter. So we march into court armed with my permission and two psych evaluations. The judge simply said that I could have supervised visits, but I wouldn’t get services because its too late in the process. At this point I am stunned. What is the reason they are still holding our kidnapped daughter ransom? I not only solved the issue of the initial complaint, but also went a step further to prove that I wasn’t a threat. He said to my wife at out 12 month review, ” You obviously don’t comprehend the enormous threat that he poses to your daughter, because you are still married to him”. This also comes from when my wife was on the stand, they asked her if she believed I was a danger to our daughter?. She froze and couldn’t answer. One reason being that she is Chinese and does not want to throw her husband under the bus publicly, because she knew the answer they wanted. The second reason being that she didn’t see me as a threat. She knows of my conviction and all the details, but in the 5 years we have been together, she has never once saw anything that might give her pause or doubt. Her husband is not the man on that paper, she doesn’t know that man. Either way it didn’t really matter, once the case worker decided to put her back to supervised visits, the decision was already made. Everything else from that point on was simply for show so they can claim they went through the process and gave her every opportunity.
What a sham.
So I started my visits with my daughter who I had not see in over a year, besides pictures. It took a few minutes for her to warm up to me the first one or two times I visited, but by the third or fourth time, she would be saying daddy, daddy in the car the whole ride there. She would then run over to me and give me a big hug screaming Daddy!!. And it broke my heart, each and every time I heard her say it. I can think of nothing so cruel you can do to a person than take their children and dangle them in front of your face with no hope of ever getting them back. Which is exactly what they were doing to us.
Every time we went into court they would make up new lies to further their agenda. They even claimed to have had a woman write up a psychological evaluation on me, without ever speaking to me?? Then the judge ordered a culturally sensitive psychological evaluation for my wife. Which they didn’t do until well after their deadline, and then ended up paying some woman, who doesn’t even speak mandarin, and had told them she doesn’t have the qualifications to do one the first time they asked her and she said no. Only for them to come back and threaten her with loss of business unless she agreed and wrote what they wanted. So of course it depicted my wife as some mentally diseased and unstable person. So we went out and got a real one for her, that plainly shows their evaluation is BS. But there goes that judge again, lick, lick, lick.
So after the 12 and 18 month review, they move our daughter to an adoption case worker, to evaluate her adoptability. So in other words, if our daughter had be mentally or physically impaired or defective, we would have had our daughter back a while ago, because it would be difficult to adopt her out and they can’t make money on that. Of course our daughter is perfect and thusly ruled to be “Highly Adoptable” which to them mean $$!!. So with the recommendation for adoption from CPS, the judge orders for a contested .26 hearing. Which is to determine weather or not this is enough to warrant termination of our parental rights.
The date set for February 3rd, 2016.
So we set to preparing everything we can in preparation for hearing. I guess so I could believe that somehow their was a chance for justice, and we could get our daughter back. Keep in mind, this whole case so far has been about “Maybe” ” could” “possibly” because it was never alleged that we ever did anything to harm our daughter. This has all been fought on the premise that they think, maybe sometime in the future, I could possibly do something. Except that I have provided ample evidence to show that I won’t. Since when did we start prosecuting crimes that haven’t happened yet? Did I wake up in minority report? There is only one thing about this whole case that I understand clearly, and that is the fact that I have no understanding of any of their reasoning and logic related to this.
You would think that just someone thinking something isn’t enough to warrant destroying a family and stripping people of their parental rights. I could think things about people all day, doesn’t mean weather they are or are not true, weather they will or won’t happen. I believed our system didn’t care until after the fact, but then again, look at the laundry list of other sex offender laws and restrictions. If you were to recite them to someone from another country, they would think you have gone mad. This is just another law designed to punish sex offenders any way they can get away with, and alternatively also punish any spouse willing to stay with us. They ultimately want us alone, miserable and homeless, so that we either kill ourselves out of depression, or prove them right and re-offend out of deaspiration.
So February 3rd came, and we marched into court with our heads held high. We presented our cases and gave compelling testimony on the stand. Well it would have been compelling to anyone other than this judge, lick, lick, lick. Must taste awfully good. So after a days worth of presenting, the judge wasted no time in finding that he thought there was sufficient reason and terminated our parental rights and services. Meaning that now we can only see our daughter at the whim of the foster mom, who had been party to a few lies of her own. Of course we have filed for appeal, and we have been told that we have a strong appeals case, but who knows how long that will take, of if it will work at all. I had my wife talk to the foster under that premise of preserving our daughters Chinese heritage, so they met in person and talk for a while, and finally agreed that she should be able to have her Chinese heritage, and thinks it would be good for her to see her birth mother up to two or three times a YEAR? That is clearly a slap in the face. I know that I have no possibility, so I won’t even waste my time. What is so maddening, is that the case worker was asked, that if we were to have another child right now, they would see no reason to remove it… So why can’t we have the one we do have back now? That to me make absolutely no sense at all.
So a date was set about six months out to finalize everything and clear her for adoption. But get this, just to add insult to injury, both my wife and I have just received documents saying that we are to pay child support. So let me get this straight, they kidnap our daughter for no reason, make us jump through their hoops for entertainment, destroy our family and take our parental rights, give our baby to some other woman… And want us to pay for the privilege?… You have got to be F-ing kidding me. And people wonder why we have all of these tragedies where people go someplace and start killing everyone. Alright, I’ve had enough of this already, I am going to stop before I get really worked up. Thank you all for reading this, and for any comments or ideas you might have. If you really want to get a hold of me for questions, just ask in the comments. Thank you again.

Hurray for New Hampshire as they consider another stupid law: Under a proposed bill, women who bare their breasts in public as a form of political protest twice in a five-year period would be listed as low-level sex offenders for at least 10 years.
But by all means, feel free to wave around a loaded gun in public because that’s your Second Amendment right!
But wait, wouldn’t bearing their breasts in political protest fall under Free Speech rights?

I am voting Trump – I am really that disgusted with this country.

Since Obama signed that IML and is f^^king with my ability to enjoy leaving the USA now I just give up!

So I am voting Trump to take down the rest of the country right along with me.

Last night I was scrolling the state laws on sex offenders and that ridiculous IML. After going through many links I came across a WikiLeaks column from the Customs and Border Patrol and US Federal Marshals. This topic was marked classified. But it was from WikiLeaks. What the topic was about was the notification of travelling sex offenders and notifying other countries about a travelling sex offender. The contents was to get other countries to cooperate with the US to deny ALL sex offenders regardless of their status. Now it mentioned that Japan, Austrailia, England and most of the English speaking countries will cooperate with the US on refusing entry to any sex offender. Even stating that those countries can at their own free will prosecute an offender that has tried to break its immigration laws. But there was one country that refused to participate in the program. That was New Zealand. And it says that the New Zealand government was being “non receptive” to the US notification program. Here is how our corrupt government got its way with New Zealand. What Customs and Border Patrol did was tell the New Zealand government that if they didn’t cooperate with the US, they would DENY all New Zealand citizens from entering the US. This is an outrage to force a country to participate in a program they wanted nothing to do with. How many other countries is the US forcing to cooperate? Just like the Philippines doing it as well. I tried to print this out to share but my system crashed and after almost all night and all this morning I cannot seem to locate it again.

Here is a notice that was uploaded to Office of Justice Programs back in 2012 regarding Sex Offender International Travel:

http://ojp.gov/smart/smartwatch/12_spring/resources-2.html

I was searching to find out if they had come-up with a new mechanism for RSO’s to provide the 21 advanced notification for international travel, as it relates to IML.

Yep ISIS claim that the US is rsn by tyrants and is corrupt as hell is accurate thats sad when a terrorist group is right they are just going about it in a radicalized way.

When does the Nichols case come back up in court again? I’m wondering if he wins how much this will affect/change the registration requirements.

Horizon Personnel Services will be conducting a Job Fair on Wednesday, March 9 from 9:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m. at 23545 Avalon Blvd. Carson, CA 90745 (310)513-0112.

100 positions are available, including:

General labor/assembly work
Warehouse/Shipping & Receiving
Loading and Unloading
Order pickers/Packers
Fork Lift Operators
Machine operators
Sanitation
General Clerical/Receptionist clerk

They don’t do background checks and they WILL hire you. I’ve been employed through them for almost a year now. Good luck.

I live in Europe (legally with no registration requirements, dual citizenship) but the company I used to work for in the US (New York, if that matters) has allowed me to work for them remotely via the Internet.

Law says I have to register if “my place of employment” is in a SORNA jurisdiction. My place of employment is my home office in Europe. The company (and servers I log into) is in New York.

I interpret the law to mean that I don’t have an obligation to register since I physically work in Europe.

Has anyone ever encountered and court cases or advice different from my interpretation?