Follow-up on the Saga of Sergeant Barry Neil "Bullethead" Johnson
You are going to have to get past your phobias about 'bad words' and taboo topics to get the hard-hitting punch of this story. The DOC and other 'law enforcement' agencies are making it possible for child molesting guards to stay on the street. The next child they hurt could be your own. Are you willing to go this far to protect criminals in uniform? Kay Lee
LOVERBOYIn which I seek a motive for Bullethead's last ride, and I give funny reasons to explain why we convicts should care or notice, which ultimately returns me to the aforementioned most important question in the universe, forcing me to modify that question somewhat.
1) River Junction Geezer Camp, my current home, is populated with the most docile, well-behaved convicts I've ever seen, and -2) Most of the officers here are grateful for that and enjoy the serenity. Only a few wish to wake up the neighborhood with polemical theatrics.
"Hey inmate! What's that in your hand?""Uh. . .Well, sir - ""Is that your cookie?""I was just gonna eat it under the pavilion, you know, and - ""Turn around an' cuff up, asshole, you're goin' to the hole!"
MEMOAll those sitting improperly must stand. All those standing without explicit approval must sit. All those standing in line to sit must have a pass and must first NOT smoke, preparatory to gaining that seat in order to smoke, but only within the designated time allotment and only in the approved seating or standing "areas," and only when the moon is smiling down. At all other times consult your handbook (in theory) or see Santa Clause. Hopefully this clarification will clarify the previous clarification. Violators will be forced to eat this memo.
(see DRESSING THE PIG), and see where it got him? Biker Bill Wagoner also had that look and he got a DR for wearing suspicious socks. They took a bunch of his gain time because his socks, you know, had that look:
1st con: "Psst! Was there dope in Wagner's socks?"
2nd con: "Get real! Would you do dope from out of Biker Bill's socks?"
B.H.: "So ladies, when dey wash dey dicks inna shower, you could claim dey jackin' off!"
Ladies: "Eeeeuuuu, tee-hee-hee..."
1st convict (whispering): "What he sayin' today?"
2nd convict: "Don't know!"
3rd convict: "Boy, he sho nuf mad 'bout sumpin!"
1st convict: "Shhh! Look 'a lil Bitzy over there. She gettin' all squinty-eyed. They be makin' love tonight, I bet."
Bullethead: "...and goddammit I wanna see respect... ...screech... ...bombast ...bullshit forever till lights out..."
Inmates Fred T. and Frank X found them actually making out in the darkened TV room:
Bullethead (sotto voce): "Oh, Bitzy, oh-oh-oh, Bitzy-Bitzy-Bitzy..."
Bitzy (soprano, come-fuck-me assibilation): "Oh-oh-oh, Bully-Bully-Bully..."
Fred (whispering): "Look, they're kissing!"
Frank: "And hugging!"
Bitzy & Bullethead: "Kiss-kiss-kiss, hug-hug-hug..." and so on.
Imagine cartoon elephants in pink tutus, gamboling in the forest for their lion king.
Or hippos with pretty pink bows between their ears, batting their eyes for the main gorilla.
How about ladies in grass skirts pounding roots into mush in front of the hut somewhere in the South Seas. Their massive dugs sway in rhythm as they cluck at one another, arguing about who gets to do big King Kaneihokihead (which means "coconut of iron") after supper.