This is what we do with freedom?
Gee, it’s too bad I’m so busy. If I had some free time I could head up the road to the Testical Festival. When in Rome…
I was actually very near there on Thursday when I attended Sentence Review at the Montana State Prison. I was reminded that prisons are our society’s blatant expression of hopelessness. We send people to prison to throw them away, to give up on them, and by doing so we are saying that we have no hope for these people. You’ll hear proponents of incarceration talk about how prisoners have access to all kinds of rehabilitative programs to help them come out better than they went in, but you won’t hear much about stuff like that from the people who actually work in prisons or from the prisoners themselves. Those are the people that know how unlikely it is that prison is going to be good for anyoneââ¬âprisoner or the society who sent him there.
On the bright side, the sadness of prisons makes the work of public defenders all the more important . . . even if people do use their freedom to do nothing more than eat cow’s balls. . . .
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August 5th, 2007 at 6:18 pm
and they use their freedom to look at strippers and wear penis hats. Don’t be so judgmental. Don’t you want to spend two days hanging out with a bunch of overgrown frat boys?
August 6th, 2007 at 2:46 pm
Now THAT’S what Aspen is missing!
The smell of fried fat, sweat, and stale beer offsetting a juniper-infused seared elk steak and the bouquet of a ‘01 Silver Oak Cab. The erotic gyrations of exotic dancing as an equaliser to knee-deep powder runs and technical tree-lined singletrack. “Got Balls” t-shirts and parking lot tents counterbalancing thousand dollar pieces of art in multi-million dollar homes.
Bring it on. I’m all about the experience!