WHAT STATE ARE YOU IN?

WHAT STATE ARE YOU IN?

You would think being incarcerated in a Florida prison means all of us here are in the same state. Whether you are dealing with Prisoners or Corrections Employees , it's helpful to recognise what state they're in.

THE STATE OF DENIAL

Just this morning I hear the world's smartest man explain to we simpletons ,

" I am always on point and don't go for that f*ck-sh*t" . This is in reference to educational programs. From this small statement, I believe the world's smartest man could benefit from educational programs and is in the State of Denial. First, he got caught and convicted, not so much on point. Second, I don't know how people curse on the street these days. However, I do know correct correctional cursing involves stacking foul language, often not making sense. I know the F-bomb's meaning and fecal matter, but if the two are connected in your world , you need to adjust the sights on your rifle , or maybe I'm in the State of Denial, and you aimed for the Bull's Eye, instead of the Heifer's?

I think he would gain communication skills and enjoyment in a lyrical literature class. E4C has creative writing, journalism, even poetry that helps you express the poison coursing through your veins. We learn to squeeze and mash the sore areas polluted with past problems of our own production. That's the real meaning of express, crushing the boil of bad baggage being badly borne by brutally breaking the blister. Let all of that lecherous liquid leak out with self imposed pressure. Feelings flow freely without you having to feel some kind of way when admitting you still have things to learn.

The Food Service Director at LCI , had me placing cheese slices on trays when a prisoner asked for an alternative to the mystery meat gravy. There is a good reason it's called, SOS. Septic on a shingle.

The master menu said 4 ounces of cheese. I placed 8 slices on the trays.

No, I was not cutting the cheese. Please respect the decorum or lack there of.

The prisoners seeing this moved into the "Alto" line.

This did not create harmony.

Now everyone wanted cheese.

The Food Service Director ran in screaming,

"What are you doing? They only get 4 slices!"

I showed him the master menu that said 4 ounces and the cheese box that said , 180 slices - 90 ounces.

His response was, "What are you, good at math?

I was then made a pot scrubber.

Welcome back to the State of Denial.

If I figure out that each slice is half an ounce at a glance, then you glare with glib and oily superiority.

My eyes glaze over while you gloat and glower for feeding correctly and I'm the criminal?

Every conceivable con you concoct is not concealed but rather revealed and revert back on to you.

Eventually taxpayers will revolt at your revolting lack of respect and a reversal of roles might reset your thinking.

4 slices of cheese, multiplied by how many prisoners, multiplied by how many years?

I think that equals a Limburger odor to the way you cut the cheese with a grand total of grand larceny.

Imagine class action lawsuits for illegal and intentional indifference in dispensing inadequate amounts over indefinite intervals.

That's just the cheese!

BTW, don't say cheese when they take your mugshot. No grillin'.