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Sunday, May 21, 2006

A Tracy Billingsley America

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I saw a clip on teevee tonite about a recently deceased man named Jim Moore, a pretty "average" American guy who, in his off-work hours, often umpired youth baseball games. He got 30 bucks a game but, clearly, did the job because he loved baseball, loved giving, and saw an unattractive chore that, nevertheless, needed doing.

Mr. Moore reminded me of my dad. Umpires and refs, even at Little League games, take a LOT of shit. Way more than 30 bucks worth, count on that. In my dad's precious off-work hours he often groomed the L.L. ballpark fields, raked the dirt, set up the bases, and umpired the Farm League games, for which he received zero dollars and mucho crapola. The Moms, also unpaid, staffed the Snack Bar, without which revenue the L.L. couldn't have survived, and hundreds of little boys would never have had their Sunly Moments -- albeit small and fleeting -- of success and glory. Moments that, as grown men, we cherish and never will forget.

My dad had many faults, he was just a person too, flawed. On balance he was a good man and,in many ways -- like Mr. Moore -- an exceptional man.

I'm not as good a man as my dad was, and that ain't false humility, just fact. That's ok tho -- it gives me something to strive toward.

If I had sons, what I'd most want to tell them -- other than assurance of my love -- is that most of the mistakes I've made were self-inflicted wounds. I shared the weaknesses of my generation, faults of inebriation or sex or selfishness -- faults of overindulgence which, at root, are narcissistic and foolish.

Mostly I hurt myself -- undermined my health or finances or opportunities to do something worthwhile in, or for, this world.

Occasionally, my inebriation combined with passionate nature led to hurting others in a direct way. Not violently -- we're not talking murder or beatings or rape here -- more like crossing personal boundaries with others. Things I would not have done when sober, petty stuff . . . but still, wrong and shameful.

Like my mom, I'll always struggle with addictions, and like her, sobriety is a day-to-day quest. My dad would take an occasional drink, but the Wild Child was not his nature.

I'd want my sons to recognize, and hopefully not to repeat, my faults. But I'd also want them to know that my mistakes were not malicious, nor sadistic, but stemmed from an excess of love of life. I wanted to experience everything, and I wanted to do it again and again!

And boys, I still do! :O)

Gradually, however -- very gradually -- I've been able to rein in most of my overindulgences, bring the stallion under some semblance of control. It's been many years since the worst of my mistakes, and I have not repeated them. Guys like me (and there are many) mess up because we love too much, or love in the wrong way. That doesn't excuse our behavior, but there's a difference between overstepping boundaries out of passion, and overstepping boundaries out of calculated malice.

I'd want my sons to know that I never sat around and schemed on how I could hurt people, steal their money and power, subjugate their wills, or crush their bodies and spirits. Sure, I've done cruel little things in moments of anger and spite, but not as a policy calculated to enrich or empower myself. It's not a Spirit I understand, the thirst for vengeance and sadistic domination. But clearly, that Spirit is not only alive in America -- it's in charge of America, run amok in a land that once pretended to justice and liberty. It's not a Spirit of overindulgence, of runaway zest and love for life.

It's an Unspirit, really. A cunning, well-organized Beast that manipulates our fears, our desires for security and materialism in order to advance hatred, crushing souls not merely to gain wealth and power, but for the sheer pleasure of torture, of captivity, of death-dealing.

It's the Unspirit of anti-life. In desire for, and service of, Almighty Safety, America has given herself over to that Unspirit. Or perhaps I'm naive, and that was her true nature all along.

If I had sons -- or daughters, for that matter -- irregardless what faults they might have or develop, I pray they always would oppose that Unspirit, and seek to defeat it whenever and wherever it re-arises.

1,000 Incarcerated Per Week From '04-'05

By ELIZABETH WHITE, Associated Press Writer 1 hour, 24 minutes ago [5/21/06]

WASHINGTON - Prisons and jails added more than 1,000 inmates each week for a year, putting almost 2.2 million people, or one in every 136 U.S. residents, behind bars by last summer.

The total on June 30, 2005, was 56,428 more than at the same time in 2004, the government reported Sunday. That 2.6 percent increase from mid-2004 to mid-2005 translates into a weekly rise of 1,085 inmates.
Of particular note was the gain of 33,539 inmates in jails, the largest increase since 1997, researcher Allen J. Beck said. That was a 4.7 percent growth rate, compared with a 1.6 percent increase in people held in state and federal prisons.

Prisons accounted for about two-thirds of all inmates, or 1.4 million, while the other third, nearly 750,000, were in local jails, according to the Bureau of Justice Statistics.

Beck, the bureau's chief of corrections statistics, said the increase in the number of people in the 3,365 local jails is due partly to their changing role. Jails often hold inmates for state or federal systems, as well as people who have yet to begin serving a sentence.

"The jail population is increasingly unconvicted," Beck said. "Judges are perhaps more reluctant to release people pretrial."

The report by the Justice Department agency found that 62 percent of people in jails have not been convicted, meaning many of them are awaiting trial.

Overall, 738 people were locked up for every 100,000 residents, compared with a rate of 725 at mid-2004. The states with the highest rates were Louisiana and Georgia, with more than 1 percent of their populations in prison or jail. Rounding out the top five were Texas, Mississippi and Oklahoma.

The states with the lowest rates were Maine, Minnesota, Rhode Island, Vermont and New Hampshire.

Men were 10 times to 11 times more likely than women to be in prison or jail, but the number of women behind bars was growing at a faster rate, said Paige M. Harrison, the report's other author.

The racial makeup of inmates changed little in recent years, Beck said. In the 25-29 age group, an estimated 11.9 percent of black men were in prison or jails, compared with 3.9 percent of Hispanic males and 1.7 percent of white males.

Marc Mauer, executive director of The Sentencing Project, which supports alternatives to prison, said the incarceration rates for blacks were troubling.

"It's not a sign of a healthy community when we've come to use incarceration at such rates," he said.

Mauer also criticized sentencing guidelines, which he said remove judges' discretion, and said arrests for drug and parole violations swell prisons.
"If we want to see the prison population reduced, we need a much more comprehensive approach to sentencing and drug policy," he said.


I'm well-aware that American females consider themselves spiritually and morally superior to males.

The harsh truth, however, is that they are not.

Only a psychotic matriarchy could imagine -- much less act upon -- the notion that females are 11-times less "evil" than males. And only a psychotic matriarchy -- an Unspirit -- could cage two million males under pretense of security and law-and-order.

Indeed, there are some VERY dangerous people in America, and they're fairly evenly divided by gender. A few thousand of them -- some incarcerated, some not -- truly pose imminent and severe threats to the public. The vast majority of caged people, however, are far less sick and dangerous that the "enlightened society" that put them there.

The Unspirit that infests America, like a hysterical woman, gluts itself on manipulation, coercion, and control. America's Great Terrorist isn't Bin Laden, or Al Qaeda, or Islam, or China, or Iran, or the Alien Greys.

America's Great Terrorist is America. We are the Unspirit of the world.

The Slow Rot at Supermax

At Moussaoui's future home in Florence, Colo., inmates are reportedly not merely punished, but incapacitated and broken down.

By Richard A. Serrano, Times Staff Writer May 5, 2006

ALEXANDRIA, Va. — Halfway through the trial, prison expert James E. Aiken looked straight at jurors and told them what Zacarias Moussaoui could expect if they sent him away for the rest of his life."I have seen them rot," he said. "They rot."

Aiken was describing what happens to the nation's highest-risk prisoners after they settle in at the federal government's maximum-security prison in Florence, Colo., known as Supermax.Moussaoui was formally sentenced Thursday to life in prison after a federal jury rejected a death sentence for the admitted Sept. 11 conspirator.

Officials at the Federal Bureau of Prisons said that Moussaoui was destined for the facility high in the Colorado Rockies.

Already there is a veritable "bombers' row" — Ramzi Ahmed Yousef, mastermind of the 1993 World Trade Center blast; Unabomber Theodore Kaczynski; Terry L. Nichols, an accomplice in the Oklahoma City bombing; Richard Reid, the so-called shoe bomber who Moussaoui testified was to join him in another Al Qaeda hijacking; and Eric Rudolph, who bombed abortion clinics and the Atlanta Olympics.All, like Moussaoui, are serving life without parole — spending their days in prison wings that are partly underground.

They exist alone in soundproof cells as small as 7 feet by 12 feet, with a concrete-poured desk, bed and stool, a small shower and sink, and a TV that offers religious and anger-management programs.They are locked down 23 hours a day.Larry Homenick, a former U.S. marshal who has taken prisoners to Supermax, said that there was a small triangular recreation area, known as "the dog run," where solitary Supermax prisoners could occasionally get a glimpse of sky.

He said it was chilling to walk down the cellblocks and glance through the plexiglass "sally port" chambers into the cells and see the faces inside. Life there is harsh. Food is delivered through a slit in the cell door.

Prisoners don't leave their cells to see a lawyer, a doctor or a prison official; those visitors must go to the cell.But prisoners can earn extra privileges, like a wider variety of television offerings, more exercise time and visitation rights, based on their behavior.There are 1,400 remote-controlled steel doors. Motion detectors and hidden cameras monitor every move. The prison walls and razor-wired grounds are patrolled by laser beams and dogs.The facility is filling up. Four hundred inmates are there now.

There is room for 90 more.Looking to restore order after a rash of prison violence at the federal maximum-security lockup in Marion, Ill. — the facility that replaced the notorious Alcatraz prison in San Francisco Bay — officials in 1983 put the prisoners on indefinite lockdown.California was among the first states to copy the concept, opening super-secure units in Corcoran in 1988 and Pelican Bay in 1989.

The federal Supermax prison in Colorado was opened in November 1994. Nobody has escaped."We just needed a more secure facility," said Tracy Billingsley, a spokeswoman for the Federal Bureau of Prisons. "We needed to bring together the most dangerous, that required the most intense supervision, to one location."In his trial testimony, Aiken said the whole point of Supermax was not just punishment, but "incapacitation.

"There is no pretense that the prison is preparing the inmate for a return to society. Like the cellmate of the count of Monte Cristo who died an old, tired convict, Aiken said, "Moussaoui will deteriorate."The inmate "is constantly monitored 24 hours a day, seven days a week," he said. "He will never get lost in a crowd because he would never be in a crowd."

Christopher Boyce, a convicted spy who was incarcerated at Supermax, left the prison about 100 miles south of Denver with no regret. "You're slowly hung," he once told The Times. "You're ground down. You can barely keep your sanity."

Bernard Kleinman, a New York lawyer who represented Yousef, called it "extraordinarily draconian punishment."Moussaoui might be a household name today, "but 20 years from now, people will forget him," Kleinman said. "He will sit there all alone, and all forgotten."

Ron Kuby, another New York defense lawyer, has handled several East Coast "revolutionaries" who went on a killing spree, and a radical fundamentalist who killed a rabbi in 1990. All were brought to Supermax.

He thought Aiken's description that prisoners rot inside its walls was too kind."It's beyond rotting," he said.

"Rotting at least implies a slow, gradual disintegration."He said there were a lot of prisons where inmates rot, where the staff "plants you in front of your TV in your cell and you just grow there like a mushroom.""But Supermax is worse," he said. "It's not just the hothouse for the mushrooms. It's designed in the end to break you down."


America is ruled by Tracy Billingsleys, by Spokeswomen of the Unspirit, ever thirsty for a "more secure facility," ever innovative in designing modes for "more intense supervision," and ever convincing as to why we need more iron bars and subterranean cells.

Many of the Tracy Billingsleys attend church on Sunday, and profess themselves "followers of Christ."

Our millions of Tracy Billingsleys -- aided by many male counterparts -- have succeeded in transforming America, in a few decades, into a burgeoning Prison Industrial Complex. All in service of security, to be sure. In service of country. In service of "God."

America has empowered her Tracy Billingsleys to the supermax, and she simply cannot wait to spread her self-serving, and very profitable, righteousness and sense of justice throughout the planet. Given Her Way -- and Her Way, make no mistake, is all she really cares about -- the terror she and her co-conspirators in government, the courts, the medea, etc., will metastisize across the globe. Anything or anyone that offends her will be caged, preferably in her underground "chambers," and kept in darkness, in stale and foul air, in pain, and in sensory isolation until their minds shatter and their bodies waste and rot.

That'll learn 'em, you see. That's our motto: That'll Learn 'Em. Our hordes of Tracy Billingsleys don't see this as torture, nor as error, nor, certainly, as sin. They see it as their MORAL RIGHT.

Like Oprah, Tracy is, after all, The Goddess.

Who will argue with her? Who will stand against her?

Obviously: very few.

Our Tracy Billingsley America is gung-ho on annihilating the souls of other beings for two over-riding reasons:

1) they're only men (who, after all, are a sub-class of being); and most importantly

2) they're not Tracy Billingsley

Jim Moore is dead, my father is dead, and the Bright Candle of America they lit and tended is gutters out. The masculine ethos is expiring, and the Chaos Drakon assumes his place, preening and lunging and screeching for vengeance.

Now, it's A Tracy Billingsley America.

Across the nation's skies she swoops like a poison contrail. Deep in earth's bowells she burrows nests of foulness. She ensnares her victims in webs of liquor and smoke, in vast meadows of pretty poppies, in the ecstasies of the blood. Her flying monkeys and palace-guards are bought with power and wealth, and serve as frontmen. But she is the Spokesperson at the hub of the iron wheel.

While I was out good-timing it, the Unspirit vanquished the land, and the sea, and the air. And she did it For Our Own Good, if only you'll listen.

If I had sons, I'd tell them that though their father was a weak man, a stupid man, and a deceived man, he was not a malicious man. Even in failure, he loved his country, and his planet. I'd tell them that their grandfather, and his father before him, were TRULY great men, and that it is in their genes -- and, I believe, in their destiny -- to be great men also.

If I had sons, I'd warn them against the wickedness and snares of the Unspirit. And I'd promise them that all is not yet lost, neither their fallen nation, nor their dying world. I'd reiterate my absolute belief in them, and in the power of forgiveness, power of mercy, power of love.

Be not deceived, my sons: there is neither profit nor honor in hate.

Where your father failed, you shall overcome.


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