PRISON PSYCHOPATHS:. EASILY SPOTTED 2005 Jams Bauhaus

This morning, Monday after Thanksgiving, I noted four inmate psychopaths practicing their craft. They were all bored out of their tiny minds, in a group of other hungry, cold, sleepy inmates waiting for someone to feed them: Just like Pavlov's dogs, they begin salivating in unison about half an hour prior to feeding time. The mornings are the worst, because most of them have drunk all their supplies of coffee the previous night. -They live for their coffee fix, and when they wake up without it, they mope about and hang on the fence or in doorways until the guards let them race down to the mess hall to gobble and slurp with customary lack of civility or manners.

While they were all pheening for coffee, food and diversion this morning, a young skunk came innocently hunting grubs under the fence and into our little compound of two buildings and a basketball court. Cut of thirty inmates who saw the skunk enter, only four became excited enough to chase out into the windy cold and begin pelting it with rocks and clods.

One is e tall, skinny, twenty-ish Caucasian who keeps himself clean of hair, shaved and not obviously tattoo'd. One could easily mistake him for a normal individual were it not for his nasty disposition. He is friends with the dope fiends and Nazi want-to-bes.

He is so insulting and petty that many people hare refer to him as, "You know; that white, bean-pole punk" when having to reference him in our gossip.

Another inmate who obtains pleasure from working within a group to harass and torture small animals is a skinheaded Caucasian, about thirty, who is also allied with the HitlerHuggers. He's a new guy, freshly let off from lockup, the prison within a prison, for being caught with marijuana dregs in his piss. He may have been covered with the usual tell-tale tattoos under his coat, but at least seemed free of them on his head and neck. The next mighty skunk-maimer was a nasty-looking mixture of Mexican and Indian. You could tell that he had no respect for life because of the scars that life had given him in retaliation. He's the type of person who gets too drunk to fight, then attacks someone from behind or in surprise, who eventually manages to inflict some damage before getting robbed, stabbed or clubbed and strangled to death. His teeth are ragged, missing and stained from such activities, and his left temple exhibits a puckered scar, possibly from a swiftly moving cue stick years ago. He also sports some amateurish tattoos of the usual skulls, grim reaper and teardrop. (The teardrop tattoo is supposed to signify each murder the wearer has perpetrated. Another skin-grafitti fad that is dying out is one of a Christian Gross with illuminating dashes. Each dash mark around the Cross indicates a trip to prison. It is an Hispanic cultural tradition from the fifties when criminals could go to prison and get out several times before dying. It is a dying fad because now the sentences are much longer: too long for even petty criminals to "earn" many dashes.) The prisoners who crave skin-grafitti are usually of only two basic types. One group does it out of sheer ignorance, lack of will to resist “belonging” and peer pressure. Another group marks themselves so to be scary and join a tribal-type "family", usually for the purpose of protection from the individuals that they target for abuse and/or steal from. The second group is easily distinguished from the first group and can usually be counted on not to change their lifestyles. This type of "reverse camouflage" indicates persons who are worse than just "career criminals". They are dedicated misanthropes and psychopaths who are determined to mine new lows in aberrant behavior. Cruelty to animals is only one of their favorite pastimes.

The most vicious of this rat-pack of skunk-haters is a short, well-groomed, no-tattoos Mexican who is very good at concealing his psychopathy and penchant for torturing small animals. While Bean-pole Punk, Skinhead and Nasty-teeth primarily only shouted gleefully while running to and away from the skunk as they pelted it with rocks, Shorty pounded it with clods steadily from long distance for about two or three minutes. Skinhead, the apparent brains of the skunk-maiming operation, excitedly suggested to anyone listening, "We should hit it with this piece of metal!" He was ignored, thankfully. These mighty warriors had the skunk trapped along a wall. Skunks can not run: their legs are too short. They rely solely upon their stink-defense, which works fine on animals who attack with teeth that are just below a sensitive nose. But it doesn't work too well against apes who have learned how to throw rocks. Shorty never got within range (hardly ten feet). The skunk probably didn't even see Shorty, and never loosed his scent despite being crippled in his right hind leg by the missiles.

The sight of the skunk's having been obviously injured and helplessly trying to trip, roll and flail away to safety gradually cooled the frenzy of delight that the monkeys were enjoying. They laughed like hyenas as it limped away to die in private.

Inmates such as these and their antics should be noted and catalogued. They should be giver. increased sentences for cruelty to animals and other crimes that they perpetrate while in prison. A black checkmark should be placed on their prison records indicating "Do NOT parole!" Persons who can't live down one parole should be disallowed from obtaining another. If our Lawyer's System hadn't become so overbloated and unwieldy, this would be standard practice. Since there are no police in prison, all their subsequent crimes are free. Criminality in prisons is thus encouraged. It doesn't take a Ph. D. in psychology to find the irredeemably wicked in prison, only an educated observer who possesses scruples and principles. Thanks to the thousands of innocent persons and others sent to prisons for petty non-crimes, such persons are in no short supply. Many are easily detectable by simple observation, personality tests and use of covert ethics tests. My advice to persons with political power is to use such individuals to efficiently winnow out the worst of the worst and thus speed their inevitable slide to their proper place in the deepest, most isolated prison cages where they can neither hurt their fellows nor small animals.