PRETENDING

By: James Bauhaus

Some of the most intense instances of pretending occur among authority-substitutes. Take these guards; they pretend that it is perfectly normal for several men of varying mentalities to shower peacefully together in a high stress environmental of depravity and deprivation, despite the daily proof of injury, fights and brawls. Showers are an obvious place for violence among the tortured and harassed captives due to the lack of cameras. Guards get to watch, even instigate hated groups of captives to attack other, selected, hated, groups of captives: guards just pretend they saw nothing, and their entertainment continues another day. Guards in California, Texas, Arizona, Pennsylvania, Louisiana and Illinois regularly get caught creating this type of "fun", but easily manage to suppress media coverage of their crimes. These stories practically suppress themselves, since inmates are stupid and illiterate, everyone hates them, everyone thinks they deserve more or constant, extra punishment, and no one cares what the cops do to them. The only real downside is that everyone can't enjoy watching the fun and snigger along with the cops at the hilarious comedy of slippery naked shower brawls between hated convicted felons because we have to pretend to be appalled at such reprehensible acts. There is good news for the closet sadist crowd,  however I just surfed past that insufferable cop show where they carefully create video of the stupidest, most confession prone of recycled criminals. The violence they were displaying was so excruciatingly intense that I had to stay and see how far they would take it. It aired 8-28-10, and a Hispanic Los Angeles cop, very fat, was on top of a little Hispanic kid, apparently trying to break his neck or choke him to death by wrenching his head back. While the pig was groaning with effort, and his victim was grunting with pain, the camera cop received a cue to pan away, which he slowly did. The camera showed us the empty grass for a few seconds, and then returned, too soon, to the fat pig still spread-eagled atop his helpless, much smaller victim, The difference was this: the pig was still twitching from having sexually, perverted-ly, dry humped his victim! In Hispanic macho culture, this is the height of mental torture. In cop culture, this is just a story to tell his brother cops in the shower, and not one of much interest, compared to all the other experiences cops tell among themselves where they are safe from non-cop ears. But the dry-humping cop and the test-the-waters editor are not the end of this story. After watching this pig sexually violate his victim, same as any rapist, he and another pig are taped actually trying to rip their victim's arms out of his shoulder sockets after they have him hogtied! This unnecessary, yet gleeful, torture goes on and on, with the cop "explaining" it by spitting in the kid's ear, "you gonna run next time? Huh?" After only a few seconds of this sick shit, I'd reached my limit and had to turn it off before I wretched. What kind of sadistic voyeurs watch this demented eye-garbage? I'm sure cops love to watch themselves on TV, and use it as a gauge for what they can get away with in their own excellent adventures as cops. I know that the cops and that prancing poltroon, John Walsh, like to brag that captives watch their petty little egomaniacal video ravings, but all the captives I know find both these shows to be too phony, too nauseating; too sick! My guess is that Rupert Murdock, the Republican party, the cop-lawyer lobby and the corporate media monopoly simply pay to keep it on to scare the idiots into hiding under their beds while the mega-criminals connive together on their next world-wide robbery.

Some more extreme authority-substitute pretending finally broke up like a Greenland ice sheet during global furnace. The CIA bought a "terrorist" from some Northern Alliance people who were just as sleazy as the CIA people. They sat on kid for seven long years, trying to torture-out all his valuable terrorist information. (It had to be valuable! The CIA paid almost half a million dollars for him on the word of their Afghan war lord ally.) It did not take these shady. professional "water-boarders" but about a year to confirm the kid's story, which they had, incidentally, gotten before torturing him, during their torture of him, and after they finally got tired of torturing their victim in the next cage. It turns out that "Big Daddy" OmarTofik, main heroin exporter to China, had simply sold his rival's son to the CIA and played them all for chumps against each other. Soon as the sadists had to accept this bitter truth, they doctored the paperwork on this kid, expunging their names and concealing the particulars of how he had wound up in various secret CIA/USA prisons ending with Guantanamo Bay. Then they scurried away like church mice diving down a hole to escape the cat except there is no cat. Instead, there were six more years of this guy, in a cage, with no real record on him, and various jailers, Red Cross people, justice dept. bureaucrats and federal "public defenders" occasionally coming by and ask, inanely, "What are you doing here?" The kid would try to tell them, but they would always leave before he could finish, scratching their heads. His story was simply unbelievable to their cop-minds, yet, search as frantically and as thoroughly as they may, they could find zero number of witnesses against him and zero evidence of terrorism attached to him. Finally, even after Obama's "yes we can" justice regime flailed about ineffectively about him for 21 months, they sneaked him from their despicable dungeons and out to parts unknown without even having the courage to mumble his name or the courtesy to whisper an apology. (See wikileaks for details.) On top of this monumental orgy of secrecy and sadism, on eTV talking head dares to opine, (John Roberts to Kira Phillips on CNN, 8-24-2010) "[wow-wee, Kira! After seven solid years of nothing but torture and incarceration, after doing nothing at all to deserve any of it, shouldn't we just assume that we have turned him into a terrorist and simply keep him caged for the rest of his life? Just so we can, be safe?]"

Now that is some very intensive pretending for an authority-substitute. First they pretend that they can simply buy terrorists from dope lord pals, and then they pretend that when they get caught at it that their victim has to continue to fulfill their wildest terror fantasies even after they are forced to disclose the fact that their victim has never been a terrorist! What insipid gall! And to feed it to their terrified audience of gullible gawkers!

I'm glad Roberts finally said what Kira and the rest of authority are thinking. I’m especially glad that their "editor" (censor) let it air, because this gives me a chance to inject a little reality into the zeitgeist that such buffoons create. You shit on people; you're supposed to be afraid. It's called "conscience" and morality, and they function to put a brake on your further shitting behavior. But look who has become inventive enough to use their fear, conscience and morality as the perfect excuse for additional, more extreme shitty-ness? In descending order, they are the military, the politicians, their cops, and their propaganda tools; the corporate TV and radio talking heads. The military are, by far, the absolute worst that I have observed in my research, but only because cops do not go to prison. It is a certainty that cops are indeed worst, gauging only from the very few deeds they do get ousted at (Sec PBS "Frontline" on the cops of Katrina for a short flash of their easy depravity.) One of my best friends was an ex-military who had gone to a nuthouse because he wanted to kill his wife. The veteran's administration threw him out. Using this side trip as official permission, he killed her in the niyyiest way he could scheme up; with a claw hammer in front of 15 members of her family. "This proves I'm nuts!" he told the cops and lawyers. He thought they'd just punch his ticket and let him go soon as he became sane again, which was soon as he washed off her blood and brains. The lawyer his dad bought agreed: "sell your construction business, give me the money, and I'll get your kid a fifteen which he can parole out on in five!" But the judge inexplicably said, "one hundred years!" Instead of being glad he wasn't trying in the electric chair like he lawfully deserved, the guy would spend hours detailing to us, his friends, all the exquisite tortures he had planned for the scummy lawyer, George Miskovski, who had lied to him about the precise terms of his plea "bargain". Most of his tortures seemed to come out of Louis L'amor books, like the "honey and ant pile" or the falcon Hurst slave paddling novels, but some were straight Vietnam, with electrodes. He surrounded himself with other veterans, and they had similarly detailed plans for kidnapping lawyers, tossing them into deep holes, whizzing on them and feeding them just enough nutritious offal to keep them alive for their next defecation session. Other captives were obsessed with cops who had played roles in getting them convicted of much more than they deserved, contrary to what TV talking heads and Hollywood attention-whores love to sell to their adoring fans, no one claimed innocence, only over-punishment. (Innocence is what lawyers tell their pre-conviction victims to tell nosy, leniency-chasing jail rats who sell testimonial lies to the prosecutors. After these court rats have engineered their justice 'bargains", nobody cares. Innocent people go to trial.) When it came my turn, I thought, "How the hell is this going to get my life back?" Pigs are pigs, but none of them have a time machine sticking out of their asses, and that's the only thing that could help me. But this was tradition, same as painting delicious animals on cave walls. The circle of true believers had passed the pipe to me, and I was expected to testify in their church of the avengers. Revenge fantasies are easy enough to make up even for persons who are not university-trained blowhards and rhetoric-artists. I was both innocent and educated, so I entertained them more than they entertained me. Then I thought, "These people give every indication of being actually serious; what if one of them actually uses an idea that I used in one of these empowering exercises?"

I woke from that nightmare and spend a few minutes trying to be psychologically inventive. The next time we were passing the pipe and they were all looking at me, again, to tell them how we should kidnap, cage, harass, torture, maim and eventually murder the villain du jure, I subtly changed the subject, just a bit.

"You know these dope dogs they just started using to help them find good, rich, candidates for asset theft,-ER, I mean 'drug-money and asset forfeiture"? Last night I saw the big picture on this; how the cops outlawed drugs, and then bought laws to allow them to buy drugs from you then bought laws that gives them the privilege to sell you drugs and to even manufacture drugs to sell you." 

"Yeah?" they queried, sensing something different. They, being cogs within the machine, trained, by their drill instructors, to think narrowly and shallowly, could only slowly grasp where I was heading. I put it in their context.

"It's like they're an army of green berets, their faces blacked, sneaking through darkness toward an objective. They don't want to just bayonet one guy, they want to capture everyone. So I was thinking, what would be funny would be to toss a shoe in their whole system, instead of spanking some cog."

"Shoot their dogs?" one quizzed. Somehow, the military-trained mind seems to revert back to violence, even as you try to pull it out of its hole.

"Get some marijuana," I explained. "Pour some Ever clear on it. Swish it around in a blender. Filter it into a perfume bottle. Spray it in the cop's car. Call the cops on a drug-dealing cop."

They all loved this idea; even the non-vets. When the guffaws, wheezes, brays and hyena-howls died down, they built on this concept.

"I'd spray it on my public defender's BMW!”

 "I'd spray it on the prosecutor's yacht!"

"Haw haw! I'd spray it on judge's daughter's corvette!

"I'd spray it all over the airport! All the bags, the people, every storage locker! I'd give bottles to the baggage handlers so they could spray-up a work break every five minutes! They'd all get paid overtime to watch the cops chase their dogs! It'd be a madhouse every day!

Soon as they worked this angle to death, my turn was over and the next guy returned to the primary subject of obtaining exquisite, detailed, revenge. And all of these guys had been in years before I got there. Most had also been recycled, some an astonishing 3 or 4 or more times! How can people continue to pick that sore week after week, for years, and still be powerless to move on? There would be slight variations, just to change ruts briefly: "It's the people who are the problem," they began saying, "because they let these crooked cops keep working even after they get caught lying in court, shooting people to death and buying snitches!”

"Yeah!" they continued, as a culture of crime and self-pity. "The people let these dirty cops and lawyers lie and say they saw me lift my mask before I left, or they get witnesses to lie and say this, so I say "Kill all the witnesses!" since they're going to lie anyway, don't leave any witnesses to lie for them"

This philosophy was the criminal's mantra, for quite some time. It culminated in Rodger Dale Stafford murdering an entire restaurant crew. After these mass murders for mere pocket change began occurring nation-wide, and the exact cause for them slowly bubbled up to the shadowy government officials who oversee the opportunists in the 50 states cop and lawyers' systems, a secret ultimatum was issued as the simple cure: "[Every judge/prosecutor team nationwide will immediately cease to use fabricated eyewitness testimony as their exclusive route to conviction. Some type of other evidence must accompany the standard finger pointing ritual, even if it is merely the beating-out of confessions or other information that leads to physical evidence that an be used for plea bargains or trial. All convictions must have at least some basis in fact or type of real proof.]"

This one simple directive, with consequences for failure to observe its requirements, quietly, stealthily, fixed the "kill all the witnesses" problem that the silly public of square-Johns never even knew it had. Nobody ever saw this bit of U.S. history acted out as a plot on Law and Order, Hill Street Blues, Five-Oh, Kojak, The Practice, Boston Legal, Baywatch Blue, the CSI's, Miami Vice. NYPD Blue, Dan Tannah or any of the other hundreds of cop and lawyer glorification efforts. Criminals have a sense of fairness. The federal boss noticed this lack of fairness issue was creating mass murder. The criminals dropped their mass murderous philosophy as soon as the cop/prosecutor towns were slapped down off their convict-anybody-of anything pedestals.

So, what happened to this crew of whiny, sadistic, revenge oriented, want-to-be torture-lovers and mad-cats? After all the psychopathic posturing, which ones went on to probe the depths of depravity? Not Jerry, the ant pile-my-lawyer guy. He bought a time cut with his gay dupe's money and hides with his military pension in a trailer in the woods, playing with his dogs. He only rarely leaves this hermit-like existence.

Phil never lifted a finger after all that psycho talk either. Danny was a no-show after he got out. Butch, a scary-looking kid with half his rotted teeth knocked out in a pool-cue bar fight likewise neither kidnapped nor that tortured any cop, layers, or judges. Big Bill still makes and sells leather belts, on the corner instead of whizzing on cops kept in a deep hole. (It turns out that he got this idea from a Reader's Digest crime story.) Of all these many tens of subjects, over nearly forty years of observation. not a single one, once they got out, wasted a micro second of their lives trying to get revenge on any official connected to their conviction, not even me, who I know is innocent. Why not? Because man is practical by nature, and you can't get your time back, only make what remains better.

Somehow politicians, judges, prosecutors, lawyers, cops, media prostitutes and others who live in fear of their deeds returning to haunt them have particular difficulty grasping this concept. Almost zero cops, lawyers, judges, prosecutors, politicians or media whores have ever suffered any type of revenge. Every time they do, this is shrieked all through the media, nationwide, for days, until re-revenge is legally extracted. Even the little Hispanic kid, dry-humped by cops on TV in front of millions for posterity said only, "You lucky you a cop!"

So why do they ignore flagrant proof of their safety to commit any atrocity and get away with it unpunished, and continue to pretend that the Boogeyman is hot to get them? It's because their conscience and morality are shrieking at them, saying, "Quit being such a shit!" Try pretending to be a man! Instead of an over-privileged, mollycoddled, pampered elitist.