I had very nearly reached the end of my rope with Facebook—an over-saturation of pictures featuring cute kittens, puppies, and dogs; “profound” words of wisdom posted (not authored) by people who have managed to screw up their lives as far as I can see; endorsements of political views that bear no similarity to my own; food dishes I have no hope of preparing here; invitations to waste my time playing mindless games; “inspirational” sayings that verge on the saccharine—and I had reached the conclusion that I should cancel my Facebook account.
Then someone posted this ad, and I decided for the time being that Facebook should be given one more temporary stay.
Last week at Indiana’s Pendleton Juvenile Correctional Facility, Paul Henry Gingerich graduated in cap and gown from high school. Paul was 12 when he was sentenced to prison; he is now 17. He earned his official high school diploma behind bars. He will soon start college courses online. His family was present.
But don’t look for his immediate release to a halfway house.
In the five years that he has been incarcerated, he has received no therapy—at first because of his pending appeal, but now because he doesn’t want to revisit the crime. His counselor feels it is too high-risk to release him until he is properly prepared for freedom. So we will see how it plays out.
If you, like me, occasionally need a “Carlin fix” to get through the bullshit of life (his words and sentiments), perhaps you will like hearing this routine called “Free-Floating Hostility.”
If you’re at work, you’d better use your earphones. Otherwise, the people around you won’t get anything done for about twenty minutes.
I just received a message from Clemens Unit prison in east Texas, where we have four young parricides. The temperature in the cells is reportedly 120°, and the prison has been on lockdown. Cruel and unusual punishment? I think it qualifies.
Groove of the Day
100° and Clear