An Open Letter From Speaker Gerald Polley
God's Candidate For The Presidency Of The United States
To The World
23-07-02 AJ
This from Alice.
"Even 40 years ago I would think that little twerp deputy would had
been armed, and if you attacked him he would had to shoot you. I do not
remember what part of the USA you were in at that time, but it sounds
like it was Barney Fife behind a desk in Mayberry LOL. You say he was
around 5' 2" tall? I am not sure but I think there is a height
requirement to work in a prison even 40 years ago ? Also you should
have been cuffed when you were in that office. They cuff a prisoner now
days right out of his cell and keep him that way except for visitations
with family.
Anger; I think that you need to go to free anger management classes if you get that angry still. "
Dear one, you have seen too many prison movies. This was Maine
State Prison 40 years ago. Prisoners were able to walk back and
forth from their duty stations to the yard. There were guards up
by the block, on the wall and in the yard. But nobody was ever
handcuffed or shackled except in the case when somebody was extremely
violent and had to be controlled. When somebody was called to the
office they often went unescorted, especially someone that was given
privileges. Only when somebody was taken up for disciplinary
action were they escorted. There were no weapons inside the
prison, except night sticks and only when the guards needed them.
The guards on the walls had rifles. But I'd never known them to
use one. A deputy would never be allowed to have a weapon in his
office, where an inmate might get ahold of it. And I guarantee
you, they would've never let this little twerp have a weapon because he
would've been too scared to use it. You just do not understand
how a prison at that time was run. It was a whole different class
of people. There weren't the burned out, useless drug addicts that we
have now. Oh, a few of them, but they were very rare. I
guarantee you, the guards could defend themselves! They could put
a troublesome inmate down in short order. There wasn't a fat
bellied one among them. Couple of the deputies could've used a
diet, but even if somebody gave them a hard time they'd be on the floor
in no time! It's just a whole different world, dear lady, a whole
different society. These were hardened, vicious criminals, but
the majority of them knew there was no sense making trouble. They
might have been crooks, but they weren't stupid, unlike the drug
addicts of today to whom violence is a way of life.
I know it's hard to believe that there could've been a day when a
prison was run like that. But that's the way it was. There
were weapons in the ready room, that the guards could easily get to if
they needed them. But the thing was they didn't really need
them. Like I say, it's a whole different world now. We've
let it go to pot, literally!
Dear one,
please do not compare this pile of slop to Barney Fife! That is
an insult beyond acceptance! Good old Barney had this guy beat
hands down!
True, you are absolutely
right, there was a height requirement for guards but not for deputies,
not for staff.
Alice, I do not need anger
management. My anger is perfectly normal. I never get angry
unless it's justified. People often say "Can't you be
understanding even when you're justified?" and I say "No!"
"Books; that is too bad about the publishing companies. I would think
it is even harder now days to get published for many people not just
you. Stephen King had very good advice for you and others about being
your own self when writing."
Alice you're
absolutely right about the publishers. There's a joke that goes around
now that in order to get a book published you have to be a general or a
murderer, and there isn't much difference. Sadly it's true.
Unless you're really exceptional and have contacts it's very hard to
get anything published.
"Gerald,
I have to admit that I found it funny that Old Noah made you into a
Oompa Loompa. Just blow it off ! "
Oh,
Alice! I don't use the term blow it off with Noah! He
really doesn't effect me. I just answer him to annoy him.
I'm just having fun. He's totally useless, he knows it, and it
drives him crazy. He'll never make an impression on me and it
drives him mad that nothing he does effects me. I just keep returning
his insults. It's nothing about being mad, whatsoever! He's
just a toy, a rather stupid toy at that!
You have to understand where this filth comes from. He says I
don't know him, but I know him very well. From the way he acts and the
attacks he makes I can describe his childhood. He went to school
every day pretending everything was fine, probably laughing with other
people and appearing quite normal. Then he would go home to a
father that was either drunk or high. He would try to placate him, try
to please him, but he knew full well some time during the night he
would be beaten and sodomized. He probably had a mother so
desperate for tenderness and affection that she turned to the only
other male that was available to her. This man's childhood was a
living hell, a living nightmare. So now he attacks other people
trying to make himself feel good. He tries to claim that other
people are like him because he can't stand what he is. It's
classic! I've heard his story a hundred times. I've had so
called doctors tell me "Can't you understand their need? They're
desperate! The insults are pitiful cries for help. You
should help them, not return the insults." But there's no helping
these people because I can't give them the kind of help they want,
never would. We keep saying it over and over again, it's a sad
world and it's getting sadder every day. Even though you can
understand where these poor demented souls are coming from it can't be
tolerated, it can't be accepted. That's' simply all there is to
it. We have to stop it! People like us who had caring,
loving parents whose greatest desire was to make life good for their
children can't understand the hell that these poor souls have gone
through. It is just beyond us. It is just beyond us.
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