After 1,466 days of enslavement by America's Criminal Justice System, alas, I have finally run out of good things to say. With another 1,300 days until this "parole" scam is over and a lifetime of having my face senselessly plastered across the globe on the unethical, dangerous and unsubstantiated Sex Offender Registry online, all inspiration and hope of change has escaped me. From where I stand our country has no moral validity at its core and the inescapable realization of this truth by my own experience is tearing me apart. America's most atrocious historical crimes against humanity are continuing in the hateful maltreatment of the impoverished masses currently ensnared within our debased legal system. My own identity, nomenclature, achievements, relationships, potential and truth have all been hijacked. My dreams, happiness, opportunities, privacy and safety are mercilessly being held for ransom.

533 days ago I was released from prison with an unrelenting feeling that I was somehow going to help fix our broken Criminal Justice System, and in doing so find redemption. Tragically, America has become so convoluted by subculture division, commercialism and fantasy that most people are too busy hating each other, buying stuff and/or pretending life away to effectively empathize with the suffering of other human beings. Few of us seem to care that millions of people in our own backyard are suffering diabolical atrocities on a daily basis at the hands of a branch of our own government. If there is still an American Dream out there somewhere, I can assure you that I and so many others have no idea where it may be. The great and fabled American Dream that once represented second chances and equal opportunity is either dead, gravely wounded, or it has taken on an altogether different ideology.

As Americans we heinously seduced, cheated, displaced and damn near exterminated the indigenous population upon our arrival here in North America. The very foundation of our utopian constitution was built upon the vicious abduction, rape, terror and exploitation of the ancestors of so many of our citizens. Now through profit driven mass incarceration we continue to legally enslave, torture, exploit and hatefully destroy many millions of human beings with no intention of ever building them back up. Our presidential candidates aren't even mentioning the dire need for our Criminal Justice System to be reformed, despite it being both our most horrific source of inhumanity and the greatest ongoing security risk to our nation and its citizens. United States prisons are just a few short steps from the Nazi concentration camps of World War II. No one cares until it happens to them, and then it's too late.

Have our countless deceased role models and war heroes died for us in vain? Do virtue and goodwill towards man no longer have a place of emphasis amongst us? Am I truly doomed to live out this disparaged and bereaved existence until dying without honor? As a United States citizen and as a former Combat Medic in the United States Army, I sure as hell hope not. Over the past minute I have given every ounce of myself while attempting to help others have a better life, first as a soldier and then as a prisoner. Through it all the country and my allegiance to it have remained the same. I fight because I care. I want this nation to be safer and to shine brighter than it ever has, and we can only get there if we first get our collective house in order. I have attempted to do my part by addressing many of the problems and contemplating various solutions. It's an arduous task to say the least and I desperately need support.

I'm all spent and I can't spend any more until I find someone to recharge my love account. I'm like The Little Engine That Could, and my steam is all gone. Help! I'm about a quarter of the way up the mountain on a very steep incline and my fear is that if I don't find a little momentum soon, my insufferable penchant for constructive defiance could actually stall out at some point. Then what? Please someone, fight your way through the illogical stigma and paralyzing dread of law enforcement that has kept me isolated and alone for the past 1,466 days. I have so much to offer despite my beloved motherland passively hinting to the contrary (sarcasm). All I ask of you is to simply reach down through the seemingly impenetrable adverse suggestion of my living death sentence, and by the sheer power of your mind blowing awesomeness… BRING ME BACK TO LIFE!

That would be really, really great. We could get something to eat. Maybe go out for coffee. Maybe change the lives of countless human beings in a super positive way and help America find its moral legitimacy again.

Sean