"A Predator's Portrait"
We discovered today what we had not-so-secretly feared since moving here in August: there is a child molester living in our neighborhood — it would happen the day after I wrote about how there were good points about living out here.
Looks charming, don't he? (edit: is that better?)
A friend of Stacey's forwarded us a link to a website where you can search by address to see just how close you are sleeping to the philthy pedophiles. We've consulted the state's registry before, but it didn't have an actual map so that we could visualize the distance between us and the defilers. Since we're pretty unfamiliar with this particular corner of the world, street addresses alone are about as useful to us as an Oscar statuette will be to George Clooney to help him get dates — he's doing pretty well already, ya know what I mean?
I'm not so sure this new knowledge is a good thing — for us at least. We already didn't feel particularly safe walking in the neighborhood due to the overabundance of wild dogs, Confederate flags, reclusive neighbors, "no trespassing" signs, and abandoned trailers. It's not like knowing for a fact that there's a convicted sex offender just a few doors away is going to decrease our safety level any. Plus, I have a feeling a certain grandparent (or three) is, at this very moment, speeding in our direction with a trunkload of ammunition, landmines and tasers.
I feel bad talking smack about our neighborhood because we're in such an awesome situation right now (except for living in The Village of the Crazies, of course), paying a paltry sum for rent to some family friends who own the house we're occupying — thus enabling me to stay at home with Connor while not living in a one-room "apartment" somewhere.
The facts are in, though. Stacey's fears have been confirmed. Never doubt a woman's intuition. I learned that lesson when she told me she thought I had OCD — long before I noticed it myself and years before my diagnosis.
But, I guess I can't chalk that assessment up totally to female intuition. If you saw our linen closet or my meticulously organized CD collection (which is currently languishing in storage, and it's driving me NUTS), you'd probably have come to the same conclusion.
Looks charming, don't he? (edit: is that better?)A friend of Stacey's forwarded us a link to a website where you can search by address to see just how close you are sleeping to the philthy pedophiles. We've consulted the state's registry before, but it didn't have an actual map so that we could visualize the distance between us and the defilers. Since we're pretty unfamiliar with this particular corner of the world, street addresses alone are about as useful to us as an Oscar statuette will be to George Clooney to help him get dates — he's doing pretty well already, ya know what I mean?
I'm not so sure this new knowledge is a good thing — for us at least. We already didn't feel particularly safe walking in the neighborhood due to the overabundance of wild dogs, Confederate flags, reclusive neighbors, "no trespassing" signs, and abandoned trailers. It's not like knowing for a fact that there's a convicted sex offender just a few doors away is going to decrease our safety level any. Plus, I have a feeling a certain grandparent (or three) is, at this very moment, speeding in our direction with a trunkload of ammunition, landmines and tasers.
I feel bad talking smack about our neighborhood because we're in such an awesome situation right now (except for living in The Village of the Crazies, of course), paying a paltry sum for rent to some family friends who own the house we're occupying — thus enabling me to stay at home with Connor while not living in a one-room "apartment" somewhere.
The facts are in, though. Stacey's fears have been confirmed. Never doubt a woman's intuition. I learned that lesson when she told me she thought I had OCD — long before I noticed it myself and years before my diagnosis.
But, I guess I can't chalk that assessment up totally to female intuition. If you saw our linen closet or my meticulously organized CD collection (which is currently languishing in storage, and it's driving me NUTS), you'd probably have come to the same conclusion.
posted by Carter at 6:45 PM
7 Comments:
Um, so how close is he? Send me the link.
yes...send us the link..and why the picture? I have no idea if that is really him but now this website gives me the creeps..get rid of his picture (please).
Can you post the link? Does it show that kind of info for other states?
Also you don't sound like the type of Dad to let your kid out of his sight long enough for anything bad like that to happen. Seems like most creepy child molesters like their privacy.
FYI: familywatchdog.us
Thank you for blacking out his eyes...my paranoia/anxiety that he'll stumble upon the website and come after us had decreased. We need to look up more about his offense because maybe his victim was an adult. Oh wait...that doesn't really make me feel better.
The website says "offender against children." Do you REALLY want to know what he did? I can go ask him.
I noticed that you can look for child molesters on e-bay. Perhaps you could sell him to another neighborhood, one with no children and next door to the chief of police.
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