A SOCIAL PUZZLE YOU CAN NOT SOLVE

The important thing is to keep searching for your own answers since

few people will tell you the truth even if they know it! Vicktor Stitchkin

Imagine that you are in prison. You are innocent of murder and have been trying

to leave for over thirty years. At age fifty-five, you don't drink, smoke, do drugs

or make your living by joining a pack and preying, en masse, upon others who are not

affiliated with any packs. Your skin is not scribbled-up with permanent scary tattoos.

Then the guards put you in a cage with a big youngster with the mind of a child

whose sole object in life is to smoke, drink, shoot drugs, get tattooed, join a pack

and prey upon everyone he can. You are to remain in prison for the rest of your life.

The kid has only two years left. He's spent the previous two years getting caught by

the guards at violence, drugtaking, smuggling, theft and other prison crimes. His “good"

time credits have been snatched away before he even earned any. Thus he knows

that he will finish his remaining two years in no less than two years. He has no

incentive to stop committing crimes in prison. He can not be punished any further for

them. He was actually encouraged to commit more prison crimes recently when the

guards found drugs in his urine. The kid told the guard, "Why bother with the paper

work? I'm already wiped out; you already took everything you can. Go get somebody

that you can hurt with this." The guard could see his logic and agreed. He did not

waste his time "punishing" the kid for drugpies.

Inside the cage, you get to supply the kid and his buddies with everything they

won't buy for themselves. They and he never buy matches, only cigarettes; no stamps,

no envelopes, pencils, pens, paper, erasers or dictionary, only drugs; no razor,

soap, comb, toothpaste, shampoo or coffee. He and they mooch these things and more off

you. He has his mom and dad send money to other criminals so he can gamble, buy drugs,

syringes, knives, tattoos and pornography. He spends it faster than he gets it and

when it runs out he owes all his former friends. They suddenly turn into "businessmen"

and begin tacking 30% to 50% "interest" onto his debts compounded weekly. He can't

pay it, so he begins "working" off these debts. He becomes their "jiggerboy." making

sure that the one guard supervising 160 inmates can't catch them performing their

crimes. He steals people's possessions for them, beginning with yours. He attacks

people for his former friends to collect their debts. He lets them use your cage for

their safety. You watch them turn it into a gambling house, drug den, tattoo parlor

and place to gang-beat snitches. They use your cage to hide their knives, syringes,

tattoo guns and stolen goods, etc. When the guard blunders too close, unaware, they

all file out, smile, wave and leave. Seeing this, the guard gets suspicious and

looks inside. You get caught; they escape. You know this is the end result because

you've watched it happen fifty times in thirty years.

It's happening again. You try to get out of this repeating nightmare, but it's

as inevitable as a row of falling dominoes. Trying to stop it makes it occur sooner.

If you ask to move out of this coming trainwreck, the guards ask "Why?" If you tell

them, they immediately go search your cage and you are lucky if you only get maimed

by the guards. If you don't tell them why, they still get suspicious and search your

cage. The least horrible outcome is that they refuse to move you, which is their

standard ploy: refuse all requests; allow all trainwrecks to occur. Remember that

they hate you just as much as they hate your "pal", junior, to whom you've been

teaching all your tricks. You and junior are their meal tickets. They depend on you

for the growth needed to employ their kids as guards; same for the cops, lawyers,

prosecutors, judges, politicians, social workers, newspeddlers, hollywood hacks,

crime-story authors and their kids. They all depend on you to transfer money from

citizens' bank accounts to their own.

Now, you tell me; Where is the door leading out of this hell? If you can find

it, you're a better man than I an, because I certainly can't find it.