A Stranger’s Tales

 

 

I spent last night sitting with a very strange-looking man. I have no idea where he came from, but the man told me stories in a smooth, but somewhat gravely, hypnotic voice. His eyes seemed to change color with every sentence he spoke and his skin was an eerie reddish hue.

I wanted to leave, but when I tried to stand he would begin another story and I would sit down in wide-eyed awe. He knew things that no other could possibly know, and told of happiness, pain, life and death as if it were all one and the same.

The man said a book had been written about 3500 years ago and was intentionally misinterpreted so it could be used to benefit the Kings, Queens, and wealthy land owners of all the kingdoms across the land. It became nothing more than a rule book to keep the poor and enslaved in line, and in fear of what would happen if they didn’t obey. The reddish colored man claimed he only came into existence after the book had been translated over and over to fit the needs of each generation of Lords and Ladies. I asked if that meant he only existed in my imagination and after a short time he said, “I’m no longer sure if I am real, or not. I guess I’ll be real as long as the book exists, but when it’s gone and faded from memory, the way of most ancient tales, I’ll fade away, also.” I told him that he sounded as if he wanted the book to be forgotten. He just looked toward the ceiling, shook his head, and started another story.

Near dawn, after the man had finished the last of his stories, he sat quietly for a few moments as if he had forgotten I was there. Then he slowly stood, walked across the room and poured us a drink. I noticed his yellow finger nails as he served me red wine in a long-stemmed glass. I hesitantly took a small sip, but he drank his down in one swallow, and said, “Don’t worry about it. They’re only stories from a once feared man who is fading into obscurity. Truly, I was never a threat to anyone.”

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again he was gone. I knew it was only a dream… until I got out of bed and stepped on a very fragile long-stemmed wine glass. I guess small remnants of a long-lost belief that was forced on me as a child still exists, but it’s quickly dying. I won’t hold that against my mother. Having been born in 1916, at a time of world-wide religious fanaticism, she didn’t know any better.

Pictures Of 1973 McAlester Oklahoma Prison Riot

These pictures were taken by various agencies and individuals during and after the prison riot that happened in 1973 at McAlester, Oklahoma of which I was a participant. The man being helped by a group of convicts suffered a gunshot wound as he and I were running toward a building for shelter. Several shots ricocheted off the bricks as we ran through the door. One slug hit him in the left side of his back and exited his right lower abdomen. The shooting was unprovoked. The guards who were shooting at us were outside the fence and we were inside. They were in no danger, whatsoever.

I do not own these pictures, nor claim ownership of same. I am using them for references and demonstration purposes only.

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The Garden Path

The Garden Path

AP2 Industrial Area

Burning Down The House – A Few More Facts


Escaped during riot:
Garland Rex Brinlee
Paul Eugene Grubb
Patrick Fleming
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Killed During Riot:
Charles Clifford Palmer
Tommie Lee Jones
Elwoodrow Lee Brooks
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J. D. Leigh was charged with killing Charles Clifford Palmer.

Leigh died in prison and is buried in “Peckerwood Hill” behind the prison at McAlester, Oklahoma
Leigh stabbed Palmer to death, but got away with it.
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Robin Lee Durrough
was charged with killing  Tommie Lee Jones
Ruled Self defense.
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Melvin “Little Black” Coleman, Levi “Butch” Williams and Rudolph “River Rat” Newton
were all charged with killing Elwoodrow Lee Brooks
They got away with it, but I knew River Rat and Little Black and they definitely killed the boy. He suffered a lot before death. They hung him in the shower, but the pipe broke, tried to drown him in the shower floor, but it was taking too long, so they stabbed him.
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District Judge Robert J. Bell of McAlester, Ok insists that the death toll was as high as eleven. He says some were burned inside the buildings.
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These are all public record, so I am not giving away any secrets. I just thought there may be some interest in these facts.


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Capital Punishment

Since the Lockett execution went wrong in the State of Oklahoma inmates on death row across the United States are filing appeals to have their own execution put on hold or overturned entirely. They demand to know what kind of drugs are going to be used, where those drugs are made and the amount they will receive. Lockett’s execution went just a wee bit south because his veins collapsed, after decades of abusing them with drugs and fake attempts at suicide,  allowing the drugs to enter his body outside the arterial system. That caused him to have a heart attack and die. I don’t see a problem. He was legally sentenced to die and he’s dead. Job done. By the way, a collapsing vein can happen in an operating room during surgery, so I think the term “botched” is a misnomer.

Those convicted murderers now have bleeding heart groups campaigning to abolish the death sentence because it might cause a little pain or discomfort. I say we should all take a few steps back, take a deep breath and think about that for a minute. The victims couldn’t appeal their deaths. The girl Lockett murdered was not only in pain, she had to endure the humiliation of listening to him and his buddies laughing at her as she died. In fact, they didn’t wait for her to die, they buried her alive. That is the epitome of cruel and unusual punishment. Therefore, I don’t give a damn how much “discomfort” that worthless piece of shit felt. Too bad those same people who quote the bible when it suits their cause won’t follow the parts they don’t like. Such as “an eye for an eye.” Then he could have suffered through a shotgun blast, beaten with a baseball bat and buried alive.

Every State that utilizes the death penalty has more than one method available for carrying out death sentences. Let’s follow Tennessee and bring back the electric chair, gas chamber, firing squad or hanging. You can bet your sweet ass that those murderers being escorted to the electric chair would be crying and begging for lethal injection regardless of what was in the syringes.

I’m surprised I haven’t heard Mike Farrell whining about this. Oh well, I guess it’s just a matter of time.

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HERO

A soldier in Afghanistan rushes into the line of fire from an enemy machine gun to rescue his pinned down brothers-in-arms from certain death. He totally disregards his own life to save others. In the ensuing firefight the soldier saves eight men, but loses his leg in the process. After weeks of painful rehab and healing he tells reporters at the hospital that he was only doing his duty and would do the same thing over, if put into the same position. The soldier has no regrets about his actions. He is declared a HERO. I would go one better and say that he is the epitome of  “hero.”

That being said let me put the word “hero” into perspective.

A baseball player hits a home run in the bottom of the ninth with two outs to win the pennant. He is given an award and proclaimed a hero. I can’t see where he risked his life or limb, but the people have spoken.

Two young men are walking down a city street at two-thirty in the morning and see smoke coming from a house. They run upon the porch and beat on the door to awaken the couple who are asleep inside the house. The men are in no danger of injury at any time and leave as soon as the couple rushes outside. The mayor’s office goes on television in search of the two men who are declared heroes. Although they risked absolutely nothing and were never in any harm, the city fathers have decided that they are, indeed, heroes and want to give them each a plaque proving that they are heroes.

A woman fights breast cancer and has a very rough time with the radiation and chemotherapy. She loses all her hair, and is not much more than skin and bones when the treatment finally ends. A month later an examination is performed and the doctor declares that she is cancer free, for the time being. After she regains her health she signs up for a Walk for the Cure event and her story is heard by everyone who is watching the evening news. At the end of her story the reporter asks several friends and relatives about their thoughts and is told that the woman is a true American hero. “She is so heroic and never once gave up. She will always be my hero.” The word “Hero” is on several balloons and bouquets.

A boy is riding his first tricycle down the sidewalk and turns it into the street. Before the mother can reach her child a strange man jumps into action and pulls the kid from the middle of the street. There were no cars in the general vicinity so the kid was in no immediate danger, but that won’t dissuade the “proclamation of heroism.” A teenager with a cell phone caught the act on video and before you could say hero, the video was on the local news stations. The anchors were gasping, oohing and ahing about what might have happened if the man had not been in the “right place at the right time.” I know what would have happened: the woman would have retrieved her own child and life would have continued on. However, being caught up in all the ridiculous furor, when asked about the incident the woman said, “I don’t know what would have happened if not for the man taking swift action and pulling my child to safety. He saved my baby’s life. He is my hero and always will be in my heart.” There was absolutely nobody in any danger what-so-ever, but the man was declared a hero.

“HERO SAVES DOG”
A man was in the woods hunting when he came upon a dog with an injured leg. He felt sorry for the animal, so he carried it back to his truck, gave it some water and beef jerky and finished his day of hunting. That afternoon he took dog into town and dropped it off at a vet and agreed to pay the vet bill to fix the dog’s leg. When he picked up the dog the vet was impressed and notified the local news of the man’s extreme generosity. They ran the story, calling the man a hero, and the owners of the lost dog saw the story and came forward to claim it. The news station gave the owners the address where the dog was and was waiting for them when they arrived. The lady who owned the dog was asked how she felt seeing her lost dog again and she said, “I am so happy to have him back again, and I am thankful that there are still heroes in this world.” Although she appeared to be crying, her face was dry and I could not see a single tear forming in her eyes. The reporter wrapped up by saying, “Hero? Indeed, in this reporter’s eyes Mr. X is definitely a hero.”
I could go on and on, but I think you get my point.

A baseball player hitting a home run is NOT a hero. He just did what he was paid to do. He did his job.

Beating on someone’s door to warn them is NOT heroic. They did what any human being would do. They were good samaritans. Worthy of respect, and deserving of  thanks but not heroes.

Fighting cancer or any life threatening disease does NOT make a person a hero. It’s showing an extreme will to live and a stubborn refusal to give up, but they are not heroes. I’m happy to read about people beating cancer, but it is what it is.

Carrying a child out of the street, without any danger to either party, is NOT a hero. Once again he was a caring human being and good samaritan. Settle for a handshake and move on with life.

Finding a lost dog does NOT constitute being a hero. Unless the dog was in the mouth of a grizzly bear and he jumped on the bear’s back to pull the dog out of his mouth. But, in this instance that was not the case. The man was just another good samaritan and animal lover and did what comes natural to that type of person.

When a soldier risks his life, and loses a leg to save another person from certain death, he IS A HERO! If the soldier had stayed back and out of the line of fire he would probably still have both his legs. Of course, the other eight men would be dead, but nobody would know. except the soldier. He heard a cry for help and rushed in to answer that call without any thought to his own safety. At the risk of losing his life, he rushed in to help. That is the epitome of being a HERO.

I think it is time that we stopped watering down such a noble word as “hero” by using it for every act of good samaritanism and good will. Save it for the true heroes so that it will mean something when they are lying on a hospital bed listening to it being used to describe them. Or a child at a funeral listening to the word hero being used to describe his father who is about to be buried. Think about it.

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A Better Place

Lately, I have been hearing more and more people, when talking about a person who has passed on, say, “Well, he’s in a much better place, now.”
To this, I have to say, “BULLSHIT!”
The dead person is in a hole in the ground covered with approximately six feet of dirt. How the fuck is that a better place?

There are times when death could be preferrable to life, but not very often. In cases of extreme pain with no hope of getting better, I guess one would be better off dead, but if you have a chance to heal then you are better off here on earth, rather than under it.

Once you are gone, you are gone. There is nothing after life, so you better get all the living you can get while you’re here. There is no heaven, no hell, no golden fucking roads and no angels. None of your dead relatives are waiting for you at the end of a tunnel to welcome you into a bright light. If you want to waste your life believing that there is a better place waiting for you when you die, then knock your lights out, but don’t try to spoon feed that shit to me.

I’ve been asked what I’m going to do if I’m wrong about god. Well, I’m not, so that is a moot question. However, sometimes I hope there is a god, because if there is I’m going to try to punch him his nose before he sends me to hell.

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