Archive for March, 2007

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

                                            Chapter Twenty-Four

                                The Oppression & Resistance Continue

 

Folsom Prison Blues

By Johnny Cash

“I hear the train a comin’

it’s rolling round the bend

and I ain’t seen the sunshine since

I don’t know when,

I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and

time deeps draggin’ on

but that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Anton..

When I was just a baby my mama

told me, son,

always be a good boy, don’t ever

play with guns

But I shot a man in Reno just to

watch him die

now every time I hear that whistle I

hang my head and cry..

 

“I bet there’s rich folks eating in a

fancy dining car

they’re probably drinkin’ coffee and

smoking big cigars.

Well I know I had it coming, I know

I can’t be free

but those people keep a movin’

and that’s what tortures me…

 

“Well if they’d free me from this

prison,

if that railroad train was mine

I bet I’d move just a little further

down the line

far from Folsom prison, that’s

where I want to stay

and I’d let that lonesome whistle

blow my blues away…..”

 

 

“God is with those who persevere.”

Koran, ch. VIII

 

If you missed my NPR(National Public Radio) interview, you may hear it with Mike Pesca, by typing in any search engine:

npr.org;

then in their search engine, type in Day to Day;

then In this program, select Day to Day;

then About this topic, select Politics & Society;

then On these dates, select Past Month;

hit enter;

then scroll down to page two;

then scroll down to March 19, 2007, Supreme Court Weighs Student Free Speech Case, and there it is.  Just click on the the listen/sound/volume button.  About 12 minutes long.

 

“BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU.”

George Orwell, 1984

 

I read it, as it was inadvertently posted for one day on the prison notice board, locked up behind glass.  It is there in the archives, on the computers, in the system, in the deleted files, or saved files.  I was so astounded that I did not copy it immediately, and when I went back to copy it, it had been removed.  It basically was from the Florida Department of Corrections headquarters in Tallahassee, addressed to all the Wardens, and VIP’s.  It basically said that the worst thing that could happen is to let inmates win grievances.  That, my dear gentle reader, is an example of systemic violence.

It is this type of thinking that cost two homeless men their lives recently in my county.  It is this type of thinking that cost a gay man his life this month in a nearby county.  It is this type of thinking that cost a young 14 year old African American his life last year in our state correctional system.  It is this type of thinking that allowed many guards to enter Frank Valdez’s cell in this state and stomp him to death.  Frank’s widow received about $800,000.00 for that thinking.  The young lad above has earned his family $2,000,000.00 to date, and our new Governor, Charlie Crist, is attempting to get them another $5,000,000.00.  I am sure they would prefer his company to all that money.  Virginia, that is systemic violence.

Speaking of Charlie, he wants to give me my right to vote back.  Virginia, you know that I rarely vote for Republicans, but I would vote for Charlie, if he gives me back my right to vote, which I currently have lost for live.  That is systemic violence.

My love has transferred to a new prison at his request.  It is one of our faith based prisons.  Did you hear me, Virginia?  Faith based!  Faith!  Religious freedom?  1st Amendment?  Ha!

In my time in prison, I never wore a cross.  It was not from my lack of attempt to get one.  A pastor’s wife sent me one.  DOC sent it back.  It did not come from an approved source.  My brother ordered me one, and the supplier refused to deliver to prisons.  Go figure.

The rules state you may wear a cross if it is sent from a jeweler, or approved source.  It may not cost over $50.00.  Forms must be filed.  Approval must be made.  Nothing in prison comes easy, except abuse.

I ordered my boy a cross and chain at Christmas, from HSN(Home Shopping Network).  It was sent back.  I ordered another.  It was sent back.  I called the prison chaplain.  He informed me that the cross had been sent by UPS(United Parcel Service).  The horror!!  That is not an approved method of shipment.  Who knew?  Only US mail is allowed.  It is nice to be a monopoly.

So the chaplain suggested that I may wish to order from Sidney Charles Direct Regulation Religious Medallion Catalog.  J.D. picked out from page 5, the PC108, Disk, with a cross in it, gold colored, about the size of a half dollar, with a 24″, #1 Figaro Chain, from page 14, at a total cost of $24.00, plus shipping, which was, of course, by US mail.  He filed the proper forms, and received approval.  He received it, and was allowed to wear it.  It gave him joy.

Parts of a letter my love mailed me, on 3/14/07, at 8:55pm:

“Dear Love,

“I just made 24 hours here, and so far so good.  I saw alot of people from previous camps, most of them are energy drainers, so I ‘What’s up’ them, and peel off.  Oh yeah!!  P is here too.  Do you remember P?  How can we forget him!!  He’s doing fine.  He told me that he was just thinking about me.  We didn’t talk long.  I told him you’re out doing fine, and still keeping it real with me…I still have love for him.  Blessings continue!!

“I have a straight roommate.  He looks like he’s Indian or something.  Don’t know how long he’s got, but he has been here 17 months.  He gave me the 411.  Basically, keep your nose clean, and you’ll make it.  Simple as that.

“They made me mail my chain, that you got me, home.  They say it’s ‘too flashy.’  What kind of shit is that when I got it approved and under $50.00  I didn’t show my ghetto side.  I just complied.  No matter what I said, they wasn’t trying to hear it!  So, I sent it to my MaMa.  I told her to hold it until otherwise.  This is not the camp to look sporty at.  Other than that, I’ll make it.  I’m gonna sign up for business management.  How about that?

“3/15/07  6:52am

“Dear Love,

“Didn’t go to breakfast this morning.  I felt like sleeping in, plus I needed the sleep anyway.  I got up, made my bunk, did my hygiene, now I’m writing my baby!!

“Work-call is at 8:00am, and the yard will open sometime around 9:00am.  I’m on the call-out for ITC.  I guess they’ll assign me a job.  Oh well, I can handle anything they throw at me!!

“I think I’m going to hangout for awhile ’cause it’s not that bad.  We even get to control our lights in our cells, cool, hun??

“The inmates here are different, meaning they’re not all wild acting, pants hanging off their asses, & there aren’t anybody hustling out on the yard.  I didn’t even see nobody selling spots in the canteen line, even though you’re gonna make it.  This place haven’t even had rose tinted glasses since Dec. Wow!!  So ya know this ain’t the place for the B.S!!

“Big B.J. came down to my cell yesterday after dinner to holla at me.  I showed him some pictures of ya, and he saw a couple with you & a few of your lady co-workers that he was diggin’.  Do you remember…

“Enclosed is front page of USA Today, I know you’ll enjoy reading!!  The struggle continues, Love.  You may not know this, but alot of students appreciate you, Mary, & John for making it possible for students to express their First Amendment right. 

“Baby, ya know I love ya, and appreciate ya, & I’m very grateful & thankful for all you’re doing for me!!  You’re the best, Love, and I’m going to…when we’re together again!!

“AML & M/L/&R,

“You’re #1 & Only J.D.  xoxoxo”

On Sunday, March 25, 2007, at 1:39pm, my partner wrote:

“Dear Love,

“Just came back from lunch, we had tacos, yum!!  On the way I dropped that informal grievance in the box.  Basically saying it’s been approved with the chaplain & property room at (his last prison), & I have an invoice showing it’s not over fifty($50).  We’ll see what they say.

“I enjoyed talking with ya, just hearing ya voice lifted my spirit!!  I like when ya tell me you’re…

“Yeah, Love, Ch. 21 brought back some memories!!  As I was reading, I saw it clearly like it was yesterday.  Damn, Love!! ya wrote down everything.  I still love the idea of opening up a club-C & J.D.  Hell yeah!!  Us against the world, baby!!

“…I can see us hanging out like that once I get out of here, Love.  I long for that day to come.  You are my world, Chris.  I don’t even think you know that…”

My boy is at a faith based camp and they won’t even let him wear a cross.  How fucked up is that?  It was the beginning of the 21st century, on the planet earth, in a state called Florida, known for it’s sunshine, beaches, Disney World, and abuse of inmates.  They were kept away from scrutiny, behind the razorwire.  Virginia, I know.  I was there.  It was real.  I think we can do better.  What do you think?

 

Amazing Grace

By John Newton

 

“Amazing Grace(How sweet the sound)

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

 

“‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear

And grace my fear reliev’d;

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believ’d!

 

“Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares

I have already come;

‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home.

 

“The Lord has promised good to me.

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

 

“Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall profess, within the vail,

A life of joy and peace.

 

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow

The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who call’d me here below,

Will be for ever mine.”

 

You may wish to check out http://www.manipulatedtrial.de/.

J.D. & I wish you & yours peace!

 

 

 

   

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

The Violations Continue

 

 

“And said to the judges, Take heed what ye do:  for ye judge not for man, but for the Lord, who is with you in judgment.

“Wherefore now let the fear of the Lord be upon you;  take heed and do it:  for there is no iniquity with the Lord our God, nor respect of persons, nor taking of gifts.”

II Chronicles 19:  6 & 7

 

 

 

“Security is mostly a superstitution.  It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it….Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure….Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

Helen Keller

 

I watched as he urinated upon himself.  It is one of our last acts.  It occurs simultaneously when the soul leaves our bodies.  It is the end of earthly life.  He was nineteen years old.  His name was Ed.  He had hung himself in the bathroom.  It was during shift change, an opportune time that he had figured out.  It was in a psychiatric facility.  The code had been called, and I ran to his room, and assisted staff as we lifted him down, and administered CPR.  I was a Supervisor.  How had I missed the clues?  The day before he began giving away his prized possessions.  That was a clue.

In life, there are clues to systemic violence, and injustice, to those who are educated enough to know what, and how to look for them.  If you can vote, as I no longer can, vote for those who oppose systemic violence, in all its forms. 

My first street fighting occured on 28th St., just north of Ingersoll Ave., in Des Moines, when I was sixteen years old.  My friend, Marc, and I were attacked by three other young men.  Marc took on the biggest, and the other two came at me.  I kicked one in the groin, which lifted him off the ground, and landed him on his back, in the street.  The other one I managed to maneuver into a headlock, and proceeded to pound his head into the side of a car door.  The sound of a siren ended the conflict.  Later, we all became friends.  Isn’t conflict strange, Virginia?  Last week, I bought a pair of shorts from Targets, that were made in Vietnam.  Yesterday’s enemy is today’s business partner.

I have received public and private training in self defense.  I have been in riots in maximum security as law enforcement.  I have disarmed assailants.  I have triumphed in hand to hand combat.  I abhor violence, and I know how to kill, but I refuse to do so.

I currently live in Clearwater, Florida, in a neighborhood that the St. Petersburg Times refers to as, “a blighted neighborhood”(3-19-07,page 4B).  I’m glad they told me.  I have lived here for over a year now, and I would never had known.  I considered the projects of Lexington, Kentucky, as blighted, not here, but what do I know.

I watch daily as they walk by my second story apartment window.  They have ragged, torn, and ripped faces, from years of alcoholism, drug abuse, poverty, mental illness, despair, and age.  They carry their worldly possessions with them.  Sometimes, they are young, with children.  They come in all sizes, ages, and races.  They are our homeless.

I have slept next to them, lived with them, walked among them day and night, and loved them.  They have never harmed me.  Some stop, drop their worldly treasures, point to the sky, and mutter to themselves. 

FBI statistics will inform you that first floor apartments have more crime than second, or higher floor apartments.  The criminal mind is usually a lazy mind.  The first floor is more convenient.

It was Monday, March 19th, 2007, and I had been doing research and writing on my computer.  It was approximately 8pm.  I was home alone;  the windows were closed and locked;  the door was locked and bolted.  I had done my normal security checks earlier, and I knew that I was safe, or so I thought.

All my years of training;  all my education, and experience had not prepared me for what was about to happen.  I had uncensored rap playing on my Bright House channel on the TV, in the living room.  The lights were on;  the temperature was perfect. I got up from my computer, stripped, and walked to the bathroom.  I now was totally vulnerable.  All the curtains were drawn.  I opened the clear shower curtain, and stepped into the tub, drew the curtain closed, turned the shower on, let it warm up, and enjoyed my shower.  I stepped out, and dried off with my blue towel.  I placed the wet towel back on the towel rack, and walked back to my bedroom, totally naked. 

I walked into my bedroom, and there he was.  I froze in my tracks.  Where had he come from?  I never heard him.  It is the nightmare, where you can’t scream, or move.  You are paralized in fear.  He moved faster than I had ever seen anyone move.  The violation had occurred.  He had entered the most private of sanctuaries, my home.  He had come unannounced, or invited.  He meant me ill will.  As fast as he was moving, I was recording it all.  That is what I do.  The computer in my mind, better than any computer in the world was observing, analyzing, interpreting, and developing a survival strategy.  He had invaded my home, my bedroom, and my life was in jeopardy.  I grabbed the knife in his hand, and we struggled…”What the,” I said, as I felt his power.  I knew then that he was stronger than I.  I pushed the knife away from my body, and he pushed it closer to my heart.  I could not believe what was was happening, but I saw it all, and I felt his force.  He was cold, calulating, impersonal, and I knew he had a sociopathic mind.  This was it, I had met my match, I had no choice, it was him or me, and I, well today, I decided was not my day to die.  I did what came natural, I dropped down to pull his ankle away from his body, to gain the upper hand.  I saw imminent danger;  it was a real threat;  my life was in danger;  deadly force was justified, and I, I exercised it with extreme prejudice.  I jerked the power cord out of the wall, and the cursor that was his knife died on the screen.  I had killed the hacker.

He had managed to change some of my settings to allow him future access to my computer.  I corrected the violations.  He came back, but was not allowed entrance.  Was it the FBI, Homeland Security, CIA, Army Intelligence, Russian Mafia, or a lone hacker?  What was his purpose?  Ah, Virginia, these are perilous and precious times in which we live.  I’m glad to be here, how about you?

 

Dad wrote in his book, Compassion:

Compassion in Philosophy

From the point of view of the Western World, it is interesting to note that our major religion (Christianity) had its roots in the Middle East, but our philosophy originated in Greece.  Although Greece was geographically close to the middle East, its major philosopher (Plato) seemed to be more influenced by the ideas in the Indian religion than by those in the Middle Eastern religion of Judaism.  This may be at least partly a function of the fact that Plato was developing his philosophy (based on the teaching of Socrates) when the Jews were exiled in Babylon.

In Plato’s Lysis, Socrates defined friendship in terms of loving one’s enemies as well as one’s friends.  Socrates was arrested by the authorities of his time for teaching treason, corrupting the youth, and disbelieving in gods.  At his trial (as recorded in Plato’s Apology he pleaded:  “I do nothing but go about persuading you all not to take thought for your persons or your properties, but first and chiefly to care about the greatest improvement of the soul….  This is my teaching, and if this is the doctrine which corrupts the youth, I am a mischievous person.”  While waiting for his execution(as recorded in Plato’s Crito), he said to a friend:  “Not life, but a good life is chiefly to be valued….  We must injure no one at all….  We ought not to retaliate or render evil for evil to any one, whatever evil we may have suffered from him.”  The principle of coherence and its standards of judging authentic values (universality, eternity, unity, honesty, and freedom) were clearly implied throughout the Platonic dialogues.

Spinoza, the Jewish philosopher, believed that the resonable man would desire nothing for himself that he did not desire for others as well;  he would love his neighbor as himself.  The British Utilitarians defined value as pleasure, and proposed that the greatest happiness for the greatest number of people was the standard for judging authentic values.  American Pragmatists defined morality in terms of the best results for mankind as a whole.  Existentialists have emphasized the close relationship between individual freedom and social responsibility:  although man is free to choose for himself alone, every choice involves all mankind, so that the individual is responsible for others as well as himself.  Marx assumed that man was naturally good, but readily corrupted by a selfish society.  There should be a harmony of interest between the individual and community, and a close relationship between theory and practice.

Like the great religious teachers, the great philosophers have generally found altruism to be a more authentic value than egoism, but some philosophers(like some prophets) have extolled the value of egoism and the virtue of selfishness.  Nietzche, for example, glorified egoism in his “master morality” of might makes right in opposition to the “slave moralities” of Judaism, Christianity, and Democracy, which he found contemptible:  “Egoism belongs to the essence of the noble soul, I mean the unalterable belief that to a being such as ‘we,’ other beings must naturally be in subjection, and have to sacrifice themselves.”  The virtue of selfishness has been extolled in modern times by Ayn Rand, who defines what is right in terms of using oneself and one’s own property to please oneself alone.  She emphatically denies any responsibility for others, except to please oneself.  Selfishness is not supposed to hurt others in this philosophy, but the political implications of laissez-faire capitalism which she has drawn from her philosophy of selfishness would enable a few “superior” individuals to enjoy themselves at the expense of others.

In philosophy, as in religion, the issues are clearly drawn:  compassion vs. compulsion, altruism vs. egoism, the principle of coherence vs. the principle of authority, and faith in human nature vs. lack of such faith.

Altruistic philosophers and prophets generally assumed that human nature was basically good and that the human mind was able to choose between good and evil.  Individual freedom was assumed to generate its own sense of social responsibility, so that relatively democratic and permissive methods of education and government were recommended.

Egoistic philosphers and prophets generally assumed that human nature was basically evil and determined to be selfish.  Although individual freedom was emphasized as much in egoism as in altrism, egoism denied responsibility for others.  The morality of egoism clearly explicated the need for relatively autocratic and punitive methods of education and government to train and to make “inferior” individuals or groups stay in their proper social positions.  Consequently, freedom was for the few, but not for the many, from this point of view.

The altuistic principle of coherence included universality, eternity, unity, honesty, and freedom for all, as standards for judging the authenticity of values.  The egoistic principle for determining authenticity was simply the doctrine that might makes right.  These basic principles provide the most basic definitions of compassion and compulsion, respectively.

The age-old conflict between authority and freedom goes on, with authority (in the Western world, at least) on the side of compulsive egoism and freedom on the side of compassionate altruism.  How to overcome compulsion with compassion? is a question crying for some answers.  The world is dying from lack of compassion.  Can we be saved in time from destroying ourselves by ourselves?  If so, How?  When and Where?  And who will do it?

I don’t know, Virginia, I think my old man asks a lot of questions.  What do you think?  During the depression, he spent time in a Texas jail for stealing a quart of milk.  I wonder if we might be considered an organized crime family.  Just a thought. 

 

“Mankind censure injustice, fearing that they may be the victims of it and not because they shrink from committing it.”

Plato

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Sunday, March 18th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

 

 Chapter Twenty-Two

          Memories

 

” ‘Love thy neighbour as thyself’ is a positive precept.  But in all Christian communities the man who obeys this precept is persecuted, suffering at least poverty, usually imprisonment, and sometimes death.  The world is full of injustice, and those who profit by injustice are in a position to administer rewards and punishments.  The rewards go to those who invent ingenious justifications for inequality, the punishments to those who try to remedy it.  I do not know of any country where a man who has a genuine love for his neighbour can long avoid obloquy.”

Bertrand Russell, 1928

 

“It is a wise father that knows his own child.”

Shakespeare

 

I called him “Dad”, and he called me “Old Kid.”  He was a doctor of psychology, and spent the last twenty five years of his life as a peace researcher.  He was William Edward Eckhardt.

When he suffered a heart attack in 1983, I moved to Florida to assist him and ma.  When he had his testes removed due to prostate cancer, I assisted him.  At that time the normal life expectancy after such removal was five years;  he enjoyed eight more years.

Fifteen years ago today(3-17-07), brothers Bill, Ed, Steve, and I lost our father, and my mother lost her husband of forty nine years.  He was a good father, husband, and teacher.

I gained many things in prison, and I lost many, so I am happy for the Internet.  I have love for the Internet.  Today, I discovered some of his writings on the Internet that I was unaware of.

This is from his book, Compassion:

1 Compassion vs. Compulsion

The world is dying from lack of compassion.  Men are killing one another, sometimes swiftly, sometimes more slowly.  We are killing one another by pollution;  by making some of us affluent at the expense of others living in poverty;  by unjust discriminations on the basis of race, sex, etc.;  by crowding ourselves with overpopulation; and by outright slaughter in revolutions and wars.  We seem to be more or less unconsciously compelled to engage in those activities and relations which produce overpopulation, pollution, and poverty;  which promote prejudice;  and which make wars inevitable.  For the most part, these effects do not seem to be consciously desired by most human beings.  Most people and governments consider them to be undesirable as ends, but seem virtually compelled to act in ways that lead to these ends, almost as if they had no choice in the matter at all…

Historically, compassion has generally been the central concept in most of the world’s great philosophies and religions since about 800 B.C.  The concept of one God for all men seemed to usher in this age of compassion.  The concept of one God made all men one.  In Hinduism, for example, the one God (Brahma) was the one Self (Atman) distributed among all men.  Consequently, the self separated from others (Ego) was considered to be the source of all evil in human affairs.  Selfishness was sin.  Morality consisted of promoting the welfare of others, at least not injuring others, even at the expense of oneself.

This emphasis on duty to others vs. selfish desire was later shifted by “the blessed Lord,” Krishna, who defined himself as “desire not contrary to duty,” suggesting that there was no necessary conflict between duty to self and duty to others.  The good man was defined by Krishna as “He who beareth no ill-will to any being, friendly and compassionate, without attachment and egoism, balanced in pleasure and pain, and forgiving, ever content, harmonious with the self controlled, resolute, with mind and reason dedicated to me.”  On the other hand, “Hypocrisy, arrogance and deceit, wrath and also harshness and unwisdom are his who is born with demonical properties….  Given over to egoism, power, insolence, lust and wrath, these malicious ones hate me in the bodies of others and in their own.”

Being “born with demonical properties” should not be interpreted here in the Western sense of heredity, but rather in terms of the Hindu doctrine of Karma:  “A man is the creator of his own fate….  A man cannot fly from the effects of his own prior deeds.”  Fate, from this point of view , was determined by one’s own choices in this or some previous life.

The Hindu scriptures clearly implied at least five standards of judging the value of compassion:  (1)  Universality, or extent of value (”The good show compassion towards all living beings….  The world is but one family.”  (2)  Eternity, or duration of value, implied by the doctrine of Karma;  (3)  Unity, or consistency of values with one another, implies by one God;  (4)  Honesty, or doing good deeds as well as thinking good thoughts;  and (5)  Freedom, the source of all values…

The principle of coherence was reiterated by Buddha in his “Noble Eightfold Path” to achieve Nirvana, or advantageous Karma.  His noble path called for righteousness in belief, aspiration, speech, action, livelihood, endeavor, love and truth.  “To him in whom love dwells, the whole world is but one family.”  “Let a man overcome anger by love, let him overcome evil by good;  let him overcome the greedy by liberality, the liar by truth!”

While Buddha was reforming Hinduism in India, the Hebrew prophets were active in Israel, Zarathustra in Persia, and Confucius and Lao Tze in China.  Like Buddha, Confucius did not use the concept of God but emphasized the basic goodness of man and the principle of reciprocity found in all great religions:  “What you do not want done to yourself, do not do to others.”  Although he found no justice in turning the other cheek, he emphasized that justice should be administered more by good example than by punishment, and capital punishment was prohibited.  The function of government was the welfare of the people.  Following Confucius, Mencius also believed that it was better to rule by compassion than by compulsion, but some other Chinese teachers believed otherwise:  “Men become naturally spoiled by love but submissive to authority…”

Lao Tze was more mystical than Confucius, his concept of Tao coming close to the concept of God, although the two should probably not be strictly equated with each other:  “When Tao is lost, out come all the differences in things.”  Tao did not use force, but carried out relief of human suffering and returned “love for great hatred.”  Tao was clearly on the side of compassion vs. compulsion.

Some of the Hebrew prophets (such as Isaiah, Micah, and Hosea) made a universal god out of the tribal god Yahweh.  The tribal god of war became a merciful father of all men who required them to be just and merciful in relation to one another.  Like the other great religions, the prophetic religion of the Hebrews emphasized the basic goodness of man and tried to replace the Mosaic law of retaliation (an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and the death penalty for almost everything if you were poor) with a more coherent principle of tempering justice with mercy.  They constantly criticized their governments (judges and kings) for neglecting the people, the poor, the suffering, the orphan, the widow, the foreigner, etc.  A wave of compassion swept across Israel in the time of these prophets, who called themselves the mouthpiece of God or the voice of the Lord, but it may be wondered how many were  listening.  The more nationalist (tribal) prophets seem to have got a better hearing than the internationalist (universal) prophets, judging from the subsequent history of the Hebrews.

The Hindus and Buddhists in India, Confucius and Lao Tze in China, and the great prophets in Israel never mention the Devil.  Bad behavior was not the work of the Devil, but a function of lack of faith in human nature or in God.  Where there was a God, faith in God meant loving others as well as oneself, so that loving God meant loving man.  Separation from God, or the noble path, or the Tao, or the principle of reciprocity all meant the same thing:  Egoism, the source of all evil…

Then came Zarathustra in Persia at about the same time as the other great religious leaders in China, India, and Israel.  Like them Zarathustra encouraged men to relieve the poor and love the righteous.  He also emphasized the absolute freedom of man to choose between good and evil.  God was the source of all good or value, while Satan was introduced on the great religious scene for the first time as the source of all evil and violence…

During their Babylonian exile in the 4th century B.C., the Jews may have come into contact wth the teachings of Zarathustra.  At least, when they returned from this exile they brought back the concept of the Devil wth them, as recorded in the so-called apocryphal books of the Old Testament writings from about 300 B.C. to the time of Christ.  In this manner the Devil became a part of both the Christian and Mohammedan offshoots of Judasm.  The Devil may have lost some of his force in the later developments of Islam and Judaism, but he became a more and more powerful force in the later developments of Christianity, where the stronger the Devil became the weaker became the concept of human freedom.

At the time of Krishna in India, Christ came to Israel (as the great prophets came before him) to replace the Mosaic law of retaliaton with compassion, forgiveness, and love.  While the prophets carried their message primarly to the rulers of the people, Jesus carried his message directly to the people.  Practicing what he preached, he cured many forms of mental illness, proving that the Devil and even “death” itself were no match against the power of forgiveness.  He drove out “devils” and restored the ”dead” from the “tombs” (places for the dead to which the mentally ill were confined in those days to separate them from the rest of society.  There were no insane asylums nor mental hospitals in those days).

On the basis of his own insightful experience, Paul found that love overcame the “death” (wages of sin) in him which the Mosaic law never did.  In his conversion from the law (compulsion) to love (compassion), Paul found a new sense of freedom in his new belief.  The “truth” about forgiveness made men free from compulsion.  Augustine had so much faith in the righteousness of love that he could say at one time:  “Love, and do what you will.”  By the time of Aquinas, the law had returned to power.  Following Aquinas, Dante believed that free will implied responsibility, and that injustice was the greatest social sin.  Kant’s categorical imperative implied both universal and eternal standards of value:  It was right to do what every one else could do and keep on doing.  Throughout the development of Christianity, the morality of doing one’s duty presupposed individual freedom, and freedom meant choosing between good and evil.  But  orthodox Christianity in its Catholic, Calvinist, Puritan, and Fundmentalist forms promoted the belief that man is basically evil and therefore must be socially controlled.  Compulsion has triumphed over compassion in the most fashionable Christian circles today, where compassion ends nailed to a cross more often than not.  Compassion is honored in practice other than preaching only in a few small Christian sects such as the Quakers, Religious Society of Friends, for example.

There are some radical rumblings, however, which have emerged in some Catholic and protestant churches during the last ten years, which may make the future different from the past.  But don’t hold your breath while you are listening for these rumblings.  They are still rather faint and faraway.  Some of these radicals have been murdered, and some of them are in prison charged, of course with treason.  It is treacherous now, as it was two thousand years ago, to practice and preach compassion in a compulsive society.  Wherever treason is defined as “loving one’s enemies,” compassion is a crime.

Compassion is surely there in the sacred writings of the great religious teachers, but how to get it out of the book into the world, how to get its will done on earth as well as in heaven, remains a question in search of an answer… 

That was my dad, and I am his son.  He taught me about courage and justice;  giving and forgiving.

 

Also under www.rightsmatter.org, I just discovered the following speech that I gave to students in Boston, on December 3rd, 1991, and printed in Bill of Rights Network in the winter 1991:

The Day I Wore A Black Armband to school:

By Christopher Eckhardt

In November, 1965, I was one of the 60 people who made the trip from Iowa to Washington, DC, to protest-along with 20,000 other Americans-the war in Vietnam.  It took us a further eight years to bring that war to an end.

The following month, in December, a group of peace lovers in Des Moines, Iowa, decided to wear black armbands from December 16, to January 1, to mourn the dead on both sides in Vietnam and support Senator Robert Kennedy’s call for a Christmas ceasefire.  When the Des Moines School Board got wind of the plan they passed a rule that anyone wearing an armband would be suspended for upsetting the educational atmosphere of the schools.

Impending disruption

This was a good example of the use of prior restraint.  The school board pretended to know that the future school environment would be endangered by wearing a black armband, and made up a rule to deal with the situatuion.  I and four other students were, they believed, going to disrupt the educational atmosphere of 18,000 students in the school system.

But just the year before, students were asked to wear black armbands to school to mourn the loss of school spirit at basketball games.  Wasn’t there more than a hint here of double-standards and hypocrisy?

In December, 1965, the Vietnam War was at its peak.  We had 500,000 over there.  To challenge the black armband rule in school was considered un-American and even communistic.  It was a time when many Americans forgot our Bill or Rights.  My suspension form was to state simply that I was suspended because of my “refusal to comply with a school request.”

I should at this stage give you a bit of personal history.  I had been the president of two separate school student councils, a Boy Scout, an honor roll student and youth church leader.  I was on the track team and had fishing and weight lifting trophies.  I had two newspaper routes, a lawn mowing and snow removal service.  I was voted most likely to succeed by my class and also voted the student with the cleanest locker.  What can I say-I was Mr. Clean.  I had girlfriends and close male friends.  I was an All-American boy.

Civil disobedience

But on December 16, 1965, I followed the path of Henry David Thoreau, who advocated breaking unjust rules or laws by the practice of civil disobedience.  Like Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr, they too broke rules and the law when their consciences said that breaking a rule was more important than following one.

Adolph Eichmann was a Nazi who was partly responsible for killing over six million Jews and millions of gays, gypsies, the handicapped and socially “undesirable.”  His defense was, “I only followed orders.”

After careful thought, I independently decided that the School Board had crossed the line of our Bill of Rights, and was infringing on the freedom of speech and expression guaranteed by our First Amendment.

My father, a doctor in Des Moines, who was active in the movement for peace and civil rights, dropped me off at Theodore Roosevelt High School on the morning of December 16th, with my black armband attached with a safety pin to my camel jacket.  It was snowy and cold and my exterior courage was tempered by my dry throat and butterfly stomach.

When I was turning myself in that morning, I was threatened by fellow students on the way to the principal’s office.  I heard one say to another-”Go ahead, do what you said you were going to do to anyone wearing a black armband.” 

When the assistant vice-principal of the school finally saw me, he asked me to remove my armband.  I refused and attempted to explain the First Amendment to him, to which he replied, “Do you want a busted nose?”  To which I replied, “No.”  He then called my mother to get her to remove my black armband.  My mother was president of the local chapter of the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom.  He obviously did not know my mother.

He then brought in the girl’s advisor who told me that I would never get into college because colleges didn’t take protesters.  She also told me I should use my suspension time to look for another school.  I informed her I would be coming back to my same school.  And I did attend college.

The legal battle

The School Board voted 5-2 against us.  Finally, three out of five of us who wore black armbands decided to sue the School Board-John Tinker, his sister Mary Beth Tinker and myself.  The US District Court ruled against us.  Our attorney testified before three members of the Eighth US Circuit Court of Appeals, who thought it important enough to be heard by all eight judges.  They split 4-4, which was another loss for us.

Finally, the US Supreme Court heard our case and in February, 1969, ruled 7-2 in our favor.  The court said the School Board had indeed violated our First Amendment rights.  I was grateful to the Iowa Civil Liberties Union, and the ACLU for supporting us, and helping set a precedent for student rights.

I later went on to become a Conscientious Objector on moral and ethical grounds.  I’m not sure exactly why we are here, but I do believe we are not put here to kill one another, and I refuse to play that game.

I have not been hurt by my opposition to the Vietnam War.  The US Department of Justice went on to train me as a Mediator-a position I held for five years.  I obtained FBI and Secret Service clearance to cover the Wounded Knee uprising in South Dakota, as a publisher and reporter for my own newspaper.  I also hosted my own prime time public affairs TV show.

I hope that if you have learned just one thing during our short time together, it is that you as one person can make a difference, just as I did.  It was one person after another that finally ended the Vietnam War.

I am a patriot, and I ask you to stand up for what’s right, whenever anyone challenges our Bill of Rights.  I hope that in another 25 years one of you will be up here, telling your story of struggle to keep the Bill of Rights alive.  Unless you guard, and fight for it, and use it, we will surely lose it.

If you think your school, administration, or rules are violating your rights, stand up and fight for what you believe in.  When you can register to vote, vote.  Fight for peace not war.

I leave you with one of my favorite quotes from Justice Abe Fortas’ opinion in my case:  “School officials do not possess absolute authority over their students.  Students in school as well as out of school are ‘persons’ under our Constitution.  They are possessed of fundamental rights, which the State must respect…In the absence of a specific showing of constitutionally valid reasons to regulate speech, students are entitled to freedom of expression of their views.”

Join the struggle, and keep our Bill of Rights healthy.  Thank you!

 

This week I received the following emails:

“Hi Mr. Eckhardt-I am doing a story on a free speech suit against an Alaska High School that will be heard by the Supreme Court on Monday.  Would you have time to talk to me about your own landmark case in 1969-Tinker v. Des Moines.”

Susan James

ABC News

 

 

“Would you have some time to talk to me tomorrow about school free speech issues and your famous court case?”

Mike Pesca

National Public Radio

Day to Day

 

I spoke with Mike, and emailed them both the following statement:

If the United States Supreme Court rules against the least among us, our own children, our students, then none of us are safe anymore.  Next we’ll send women back into the kitchen, pregnant and barefoot; we’ll send Hispanics south of the boarder;  we’ll send African Americans back to the back of the bus;  we”ll send gays back to the closet;  and we’ll send the homeless to jail.  I pray it doesn’t happen, because mourning the death of freedom in America is truly unAmerican in the beginning of the 21st century.

Student Fredericks’ symbolic speech was not disruptive;  it was not on school grounds;  it was not at a school sponsored event.  Mr. Fredericks peacefully exercised his 1st Amendment rights, and our Constitution guarantees him that right, whether we like what he said or not.  That is the greatness of America.

I have personally experienced judicial extremism after 9-11-01, and spent 4 years, 3 months, and 2 weeks in Florida prisons, from 2001-2006, on my first lifetime felony charge, for an alleged crime that did not involve drugs, sex, or violence.  No one in America has ever received a sentence like mine for my alleged crime, with no criminal intent, and not profiting one dime.

My real crime was being a Conscientious Objector, Vietnam War protester, U.S. Supreme Court winner, liberal Democrat, in a Vietnam Veteran, Republican courtroom, shortly after 9-11.  I was not charged with treason, and I am an American patriot.

These are perilous times.  However, the fact that I may post my story week after week , month after month, on the Internet, for the whole world to read for free, at www.r25288.com, and John may post his material at www.schema-root.org also is evidence that we live in precious times, in a precious country.

Over 40 years ago, John, Mary Beth, and I crossed the line, and stood up against war, and stood up for Student Rights.  I hope for the sake of our children, and ourselves, that our U.S. Supreme Court maintains our democratic principles and rights.  God bless America!

Christopher Eckhardt/R25288

“The cost of liberty is less than the price of repression.”

W.E.B. Du Bois

 

 

 

 

God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

Saturday, March 10th, 2007

 

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007

www.r25288.com

r25288@yahoo.com

                                     Chapter Twenty-One

                                     God Speed Your Love

 

“In the darkness of prison, he was my light;  I was his world, and he was my sun;  I revolved around him, and he nurtured me, and I did what came natural, and that was to love him back.”

R25288

 

 

“Whoa, my love,

my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch

alone,

lonely times,

and time goes by so slowly,

and time can do so much

on you,

still much,

I need your love, I need your love,

God speed your love to me.

 

“Lonely rivers flow

to the sea, to the sea

to the open arms of the sea

lonely rivers sigh

wait for me, wait for me

I’ll be coming home,

wait for me.

 

“Whoa, my love,

my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch

alone,

lonely times,

and time goes by so slowly,

and time can do so much

on you,

still much,

I need your love, I need your love,

God speed your love to me.”

Unchained Melody, by The Righteous Brothers

 

 

“7 million children have a parent in prison or jail, or recently released, or on probation or parole. 

“Black children are 46 times more likely than whites to be sentenced to juvenile prison.

“4.6 million black men out of a voting population of 10.4 million have lost their right to vote due to felony convictions.

“Newborn black males have greater than 1 in 4 chances of going to prison during their lifetimes.”

Prison Song, 2001, the movie

 

My dear gentle reader, those statistics are just one example of the systemic violence that we perpetuate upon our black brothers and their families, and children, in American society today.

In America, at the beginning of the twenty-first century, in the year of our Lord, we eat our own children, and spit out their remains into our prisons.  How uniquely civilized.  The Florida prison system is just one of the fifty cancers on the soul of America.  I think we can do better.  What do you think?

 

“No room is empty if your mind is full.  You learn that in a prison cell.”

Little Budda, with Keanu Reeves

 

“God is on trial here.”

“No, God is never on trial.”

Inherit The Wind, with Spencer Tracy

 

We are all on trial, and in the beginning of the 21st Century, in the state of Florida, we are failing God, and ourselves, in our laws and how we treat our inmates.

“He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind:  and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart.”

Proverbs 11:29

 

I received an email from a best selling author today(3-7-07), and he said:

“By the way, read many of your book chapters:  intriguing and compelling, romantic and forceful.”

Thank you, kind sir. 

I was just an enigmatic paradigm in prison.  I didn’t come with any instructions or batteries.  I didn’t fit or belong in their system, so systemic violence was the natural outcome.

“Our strength lies in our ability to make mistakes, and then correct them.  Our strength lies in criticizing our government, and then offering solutions,  Criticism alone is destructive.  Bitterness is destructive.  Our strength lies in the reality of my freedom to type this, and post it on the Internet, for the whole world to see…week after week.”

R25288, chapter four

 

I told you that I would tell you about Malelos, and so I shall.

Malelos required two interviews, due to an interruption.  Maybe they closed the yard early;  I made no notes regarding what necessitated the second interview.  Our first interview took place at 7:20pm, on Thursday, April 21, 2005, on the bleachers overlooking the basketball court.  Our second interview took place at 6:54pm on Wednesday, May 18, 2005, again on the same bleachers.  Approximately one week after our last interview, Malelos attempted to escape Liberty with another inmate.  Does escaping liberty sound strange to you too?

He was twenty years old when I first interviewed him, and he looked sixteen.  He was 5′6”, 140 lbs., white, with hazel eyes, and brown hair.  His name was Anthony Malelos, and I thought he easily could pass for Antoinette.

He was in prison for manslaughter with a weapon, and he told me that he was guilty.  He killed his stepfather.  Maybe it was an Oedipal complex, who knows.  He had spent most of his life living with his mother’s adopted mother.  Anyway, now his mother was also in prison, because she helped him dump the body off a bridge.  She received a two year sentence.  He received a thirty year sentence.

He had a ninth grade education, and was to be released in 2031, however, he recieved another two years, six month sentence for his attempted escape.  He had been born and raised in Iowa.  He had the wholesome look of most Iowans, just not the wholesome mentality.

He had been in and out of psychiatric facilities since age twelve.  He had been diagnosed as an egomanic, with a grandiose complex, so he said.  He said he was Baker Acted(involuntary psychiatric hospitalization) three times.  He said it was for depression, and cutting himself.  He last attempted suicide at age sixteen.

To question twenty-seven(vocation on the streets), he replied:

“Renegade-hustler-sugar mama, that is a man.  I moved to Miami when I was fifteen.  I lived alone.  I stole my grandmas’ credit card to get there by bus.  I bought a nice wardrobe, and hit the gay establishments. I got three gay lovers, one was my primary.  I was his boy toy.  I looked primarily to be the male. 

“Shane was thirty-eight, black, and we were friends, fuck buddies.  John and Lee were both in their forties, both white.  I was with them all for about one and a half years.  Shane still puts money into my trust account.  They all paid my expenses and gave me gifts, like $400.00 shirts.  It was nice upper middle class, nice clothes.  None of them knew of each other.  Overall, during that time, I had less than five sexual friends.  Some still support me.  I was emotionally involved with Shane.” 

Tennis was his favorite sport, and he doesn’t watch television.  So, I guess we can’t blame television sex and violence for his behavior.  His favorite movies were Good Will Hunting, Matrix, and Dogma.  Maybe we can blame the movies.  Just a thought.  Crimson was his favorite color.  Passenger was his favorite song.  Monday was his favorite day in prison, because that was the day you could get books through the mail.  That’s it, let’s blame the books.  His favorite day of the week on the streets was Sundays, the day to celebrate mass, his religion-Thelema.  That’s it, let’s blame religion, that should please the masses.  Ha!  Interestingly, he answered in the negative to any religious upbringing, or belief in God.

To the question of greatest lifetime achievement, he responded, “I’m twenty years old;  I have no fucking greatest lifetime achievement.”

To the question of sexual orientation, he replied, “I guess gay will work.”  To worst crime committed, he replied, “Other than me killing somebody, that’s about it.”  He was HIV negative, and had his first sexual experience with a twelve year old neighbor boy, when he too was twelve.  He called it experimentation.  His best sexual experience was with some thirty-seven year old guy, when he was an adult. “We did alot of different shit that I had never done before.”  Future plans, “Write, hustle, fuck, and live large.”

He had been to a JDC facility once, for arson, at age twelve.  A greenhouse was the victim.  Gunnin?  ”I dislike it.  It perpetuates sex offenses.  Gunnin someone down against their will is a sex offense, I think.”  Thoughts on prison?  “It sucks.”  Need prisons?  “Yes, for people that violates other peoples wills.”

If your son was coming to prison, what would you tell him?  “Don’t believe anything anybody says.”

What to you was the greatest lesson of prison?  “That this is life too.  Some think that they’re missing life, but this is an aspect of life.”

 

“You don’t seem like you’re from around here.”

“Where do you think I’m from?”

“Someplace beautiful.”

Boys Don’t Cry, with Hillary Swank, before she was killed for wanting to be a man, in a woman’s body.

 

On Wednesday, October 20th, 2004, at 8:56am, my journal reads:

“Sunny and 85 degrees today-rained last night.  J.D. and I rested on Sunday, and twice on Monday, and last night-now at fourteen.  Discussed me staying beyond my ER(early release) date, he said, “Don’t do it.”  It was the same thing he said to me yesterday morning when I touched him.  We went to DR(disciplinary report) Court and got fifteen days with no credit for time served.  Johnson and Lt. Grey-never saw Grey before-real butts.  J.D. got same as me, and P got thirty days-so I wrote grievance for P last pm.  J.D. got two issues of Ebony last night.  I got Interview magazine, and a notice from Lucy’s Bookstore, “Books on way soon”, getting USA Today and WSJ(Wall Street Journal)-got catalog from East Bay-where I got Blue’s stuff-turkey never wrote me.  J.D. got a letter from ma.  Batteries about burned out-lasted one week.  Seven days, and seven nights with J.D. has been a real treat, or as he would say, “tweet”.  I told him about my self destructiveness before prison x 3.  We shook hands on the track last week to be lifelong partners.  He’s given me alot of joy these past few weeks.  I got lots of love for him-which I think sometimes concerns him-like last pm-told him he was my home right now-said he didn’t want to be-or words to that effect.  He told me about Dianne, Bernice, and Yvonne.  He told me I was OK-good re:  blow jobs-he told me Dianne could take it all in.  I tried to take more in last night-said he prefers being jacked off to blow jobs.  He’s sensitive to me, even when he is rejecting me.  He says he can go six months without any workouts, and won’t change his physique.  No deposit slip from Ed yet-J.D. got his on Monday, from last Wednesday.”

On Sunday, October 24th, 2004, my journal reads(journal notes were sometimes daily, and sometimes sporadic):

“I wished J.D. Happy Anniversary today-four Sundays ago, I first touched him.  We got together Thursday night when he came down-not on Friday or Saturday-we’ve both been a little withdrawn-sleeping more than usual.  I know I’ve been disappointed.  Sonny came into confinement today.  Tucker came in yesterday-caught under Buddy Bows’ bed.  I wrote Steve-no $ receipt yet.  I asked J.D. if he wanted to do law work today, and he said “No”.  Tacos for lunch.  I coughed a couple of times last night.  After he turned me down again last night when I requested to play at 8ish, I retired.  He even wears two pairs of boxers.”

On Tuesday, October 26th, 2004, at 9:43 am, my journal reads:

“It’s another anniversary today-four weeks ago, I got him off for the first time on the rec yard.  We had two nice experiences last Sunday, and one yesterday.  Now at eighteen.  I got a letter from Steve yesterday, said he sent $.  J.D. got one from his dads’ friend who visited him.  Steve sent four cards.  I gave J.D. two.  We played hang-man, and alittle Charades.  We talked alot on Sunday about values and expectations.  He says he’s straight, and doesn’t always want to do this, and I’m just a female replacement, but says I’m male.  I told him we’ll deal with it when he’s ready to get married.  He says I’ll be best man.  We held hands, and held each others forearms as we each laid in our own bunks, and he leaned over his to talk down to me.  The guards are pretty routine with their thirty minute room checks, so it’s pretty easy to work around them.  He told me I’m his first real friend.  I like that, and he’s more comfortable/less restrictive to me touching him.  The other day I got to his private area, and asked if it was OK to go lower, and he replied, “I don’t know”, so I did, and he  developed pre-cum.  I asked if I could look at him/his while I got off, and he said,”No,” as he put it away, after I put it out, but he handed me tp to handle “your business,” with him standing up over the bunk, writing a letter on his bunk, so I did.  In here, we’re real comfortable together.  He says he can’t put himself out like that if he got I dorm, says it wouldn’t feel right putting blanket up with me visiting.  I told him that we’ll always have the track.  He didn’t reply.  I said we could get friendship rings on the outs.  He asked what finger we would wear them on.  I told him the little, middle, or index.  He still gets tickled with me on him after he cums.  We have another legal mail to mail today.  He says it feels better standing.  We tried it with him over me, with my head on my bunk-he feels bigger that way.  I need a shave today.  We’re aiming for the end of November for his appeal.  No word on mine yet.  I did it to him sitting back on my bunk, as he figured out the word “apprentice”.

On Thursday, October 28th, 2004, at 9am, my journal reads:

“I just got my physical, which only consisted of me signing a form for the nurse.  I got blood drawn again this am.  My blood count was 113 from two weeks ago-OK by me.  We both got legal mail Tuesday, so our names would have been on callout as being roommates in here.  I had a dental callout yesterday, and blood this am.  Mr. Jones picked up legal letter to my private attorney, re:  maybe a 2K payout(a civil issue from before prison, phen-fen class action case).  J.D. and I got together once Tuesday, and Wednesday-now at twenty.  Yesterday, I massaged his back, legs, and butt, and he pre-cumed a few times.  His butt was first time doing that.  It felt good, and he responded.  He was laying on a pillow, under his pelvis-writing a letter, with his dick facing south, and I felt it hard, as I massaged his butt.  We ended with him standing, and me sitting on my bunk.  I then asked him for tp, and relieved myself.  He’s really comfortable now with me touching him, and this has been the best two weeks I’ve had in over twenty years, since Iowa.  Officer Pain walked by right after we finished.  I asked for his hand around 10:30pm.  We held hands, and said goodnight-we expressed love for each other.  He now wants to go to college after prison, after I explained it to him, and grants, and scholarships.  We talked about maybe a C & J.D. club.  Reading the paper he pronounced the “promise” sound for the word “compromise”, and had “you’re” misspelled in letter I proofed for him last pm.  I gave him more math to work on, and I did a Robin Hood charade with him.  He told me that he didn’t like me kissing his arm or hands, so I said I’d do it less.  I was massaging his toes the other day, and put my mouth over them with his socks on, when he wasn’t watching, and blew on them.  He yelled out, “Hey.”  He thought I was going to bite him-we both laughed.  I’m real glad he’s not stopping or rejecting my playing with him.  I know it’s not forever, but I want it to last as long as we can.  We may get out tomorrow or Monday.  I think I’ll do a grievance over this.  I do believe it has the potential to last forever though.  I gave him half of my grits and one biscuit this am.  He has a nice butt, and I love him so.”

 

“Whoa, my love,

my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch

alone,

lonely times,

and time goes by so slowly,

and time can do so much

on you,

still much,

I need your love, I need your love,

God speed your love to me.”

 

“Lonely rivers flow

to the sea, to the sea

lonely rivers sigh

wait for me, wait for me

I’ll be coming home,

wait for me.”

 

“Whoa, my love,

my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch

alone,

lonely times,

and time goes by so slowly,

and time can do so much

on you,

still much,

I need your love, I need your love,

God speed your love to me.”

Unchained Melody, by The Righteous Brothers