An Open Letter From Speaker Gerald Polley
God's Candidate For The Presidency Of The United States In 2,012
To The World
21-07-02 AJ
Old noah is really getting obnoxious! He says from now on he's
going to be calling me Billowing Thunder C***! Well you can tell
he's a fag. He uses the wrong gender. The fool actually
thinks he's debating with me! What a laugh! I keep telling
him he's in serious need of help, but of course the insane can't
understand that.
Speaking of the insane, I
mentioned the Hispanic deputy yesterday that used to give me trouble in
prison, and people ask "What kind of trouble? How did you deal with
him?" Well, let me tell you about one of the best known and most
notorious incidences. I was working in the library one day when
the clerk came up and said the deputy wanted to see me in his office
immediately. I sighed and said "What does that idiot want
now?" I followed him down, knocked on the deputy's door, going
in. He immediately looked up saying "I'm notifying you that
you're moving up to the dorm. If you want to be eligible for
parole you've got to show that you can live in a community and not in
isolation. The dorm will be the perfect opportunity for you." "No
way!" I answered, "I'll go to solitary before I'll go up to the
dorm! I know what you and your boyfriends do up there every
afternoon, and I'm not going to be a part of it. So get the idea right
out of your head!" "You have to accept the realities of prison life!"
the deputy screamed. "You have to take part in the social
activities of the community to show that you are fit to rejoin all of
society! If you won't, I guarantee you, you'll never get
parole! You'll serve your entire sentence. You don't talk back to
me!"
I put my hands on the desk and leaned
right down into his face. "You little p*** sucking s**t f***er!"
I snapped, "You listen and you listen good! 'Cause I'm only going
to say this once, s**t brain! You or any of your animals ever
touch me, even touch me, and when I get out I will come back and I will
kill you! There will not be enough police officers in the world
to protect you. I won't just kill you, I'll kill you slowly and
painfully. Before it's over you will be begging for death!
Don't push me, you little s**t f***er! You're way
outclassed. Don't ever mess with me again! You threaten to
deny me parole again trying to get me to have sex with you and I may
not wait to get out!"
"You don't threaten
me!" the deputy muttered, "You don't threaten me, I'm a deputy!"
"I'm not threatening you," I answered, "I'm merely stating a fact of
what's going to happen to you if you ever touch me, if you ever even
look at me in that way. Do you understand me, p**s breath?"
"Get out!" the deputy screamed, "Get out! You're going to
solitary! Get out!" I laughed, went to the door and flung
it open, nearly running into the chief guard who was standing outside
the door. "Excuse me!" I remarked. "Certainly!" the guard
snapped, and stepped aside, followed me out the door, going into the
door that led to the administrations office and the warden's
office. I had barely sat back down at my desk and looked out the
window when I saw the deputy heading for the office door. I
continued to work expecting that the guards were going to come up and
escort me to solitary. But the deputy returned to his office and
a few minutes later the clerk came up carrying a big bundle of my mail,
all grins.
"The warden told him off!" he
giggled, "Told him he was not to mess with you! You were just too
much trouble. That the best lawyer in the state was already
getting summonses issued that he not interfere with your mail was bad
enough! We weren't going to have any bloodshed. You do not
reside in the dorm! And there was to be no retaliation about your
little warning." I reached up, took the mail, and said
"Thanks!" The clerk looked around, bent down, and whispered, "He
s**t himself, you know!" "I know," I answered, "I smelled
it." We both grinned and the clerk took off. A couple of months
later the little twerp did make it so I had to go out to the farm for a
few months, but as soon as I got there the guards had my bunk put right
by their office and I never had a bit of trouble! I did tell one
guy off on the porch but that was nothing serious. However, you
can see this poor little soul was simply outclassed. His threats
and intimidations simply didn't work on me. I could've cared
less! If I had had to serve my entire term in solitary it
wouldn't have bothered me. Notwithstanding, I was somewhat of a
hero among many of the inmates, however, I was just bein' me!
Oh, about that lawyer! Only met him one time, never even got to
thank him for his efforts! I was sitting in the visitor's room,
explaining to my mother why my mail wasn't going through, he overheard
me, and said "They can't do that! That's totally illegal!"
and began to take action. I don't even remember the guy's name
now, but I'll always be grateful to him. The Lords have always seemed
to send somebody when I needed them. Wish They would now!
But there's nothing more I enjoy than going one on one with crap!
I never retreat, I take 'em head on! As the clerk was leaving he
asked "Would you really have done it?" "No question of it!" I
answered. "I would've had to, or I would have died trying.
There would've been no question of it. It would've been him or
me!" "Ohh!" the clerk moaned,
But you can
see how I got along in prison. Nobody wanted to mess with me that
had any common sense! As I say, the insane, you can't do anything
about. They're always going to mess with you. But if you're reasonable
with the other people, and they know if they don't bother you you won't
bother them you have very little trouble! I simply can't stand
filth!
Oh, by the way, I got parole early the
first time I went before the board for exceptionally good behavior and
cooperation. Somebody lied a lot!
A Servant Of Him
That Dwells In
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