Well, hereās the thing. You CAN get a group of people together and have them all agree that if x then y (someone see pee-pee = lifetime Gestapo surveillance) and enforce that as a law. Thatās intersubjective ethics at work, and thereās no other way to do it, really. Nobody knows what Good and Bad are for sure, but they donāt need to, to make rules.
But what doesnāt fly is when that group doesnāt follow their own rules (the statutory law they created and agreed to enforce) and criminalizes someone in that group as a result of that negligence⦠purposeful or not.
If that happens, all bets are off. All contracts are void. There is no recognition of ārightsā anymore.
This is something only a philosopher can understand. Men of the State, their courts, their law makers, and their POleece canāt fathom this, and if it ever crossed their mind, they would have a meltdown and a crisis of conscience. Even the citizen - because he is an obedient taxpayer who would cooperate with the law - is guilty by association and party to this kind of injustice.
'Course i aināt sayin a sex offender who WAS guilty of his charges and 50 years later heās still on a registry canāt be angry. Sure, he can. But he wonāt have the sophisticated philosophical force, the edge, that a wrongfully charged man would have in such circumstances.
Not until this century has an experimental law ever been such a useless blunder and such an utter waste of money and resources. Even after the data shows that the SORNA act is empirically ineffective⦠even after the data shows that the SORNA act may actually CONTRIBUTE to causing sexual crimes the stupid motherfuckers keep it going.
So now youāve got the possibility of charging a guy with sex crimes he didnāt commit and putting him on a totally ineffective registry for the rest of his life.
I look at this spectacle of manās, and i can only grasp something this absurd as an artist would. What would make it better, richer, worthy of history. What could we add to this irreducibly absurd tragedy to make it even more beautiful.
The guy becomes a serial killing hottie raping cop killa, wastes like a hundred people, letās himself get arrested, destroys everyone in the court room and then becomes a prisoner celebrity kept like Lecter in a special cell where he does interviews for international audiences that canāt get to sleep at night after hearing this guy. Jesus christ, have you read the book? Iām like ONLY a hundred people?! This guy was a saint! Hell the fuckers are still tryna kill em⦠thatās why they keep em in that cell.
Thereād be a scene iād have arranged to be shot by one of the interview crews. Silence of the Lambs type shit. Dark room. Promās wheeled in on a dolly in a straightjacket with a mask on. He lunges forward, but the chains snap tight and hold him back, etc.
Toward the end of the interview, Prom is asked what happened⦠what started this whole thing⦠what was the crime that sent Prom over the edge. He turns his head in a mock gesture of refusal as if the question is too difficult to answer. He doesnāt want to relive that terrible time. āNo⦠itās⦠itās not something i can talk about.ā The interviewer gives him a moment to recover and assures him that itās in the past now and that itās okay⦠that he needs to help the world understand how a man becomes such a monster, etc.
Prom hesitates and exhales slowly. He rubs his forehead with a cuffed hand and peers over at the interviewer. All this for dramatic effect.
āAllegedly, some kid saw my dick 54 years ago when i was at a mallā and then he bursts out laughing like an insane man.
Now tell me that wouldnāt be the ultimate true crime story.
See but Iād only get the small fish interviewers, none of the big brains. Iād obviously issue interview offers to the big names but theyād all avoid me because theyād get eaten.