It was never a good thing to be called to Center. You knew that some unpleasant thing was going to be done to you. In this case, I was accosted by a captain of the guard named Levy. Here was a surprise, I was to be instantly rushed by car out of SCI-H! Levy assured me that it wasn't "punishment." I was just being "transferred" to another prison; SCI-Smithfield, which is only a few blocks away.

If it wasn't punishment, what was it, then, I inquired?

The Captain shrugged.

Why, you might wonder, would Freddy Frank's prison clowns seize a 58 year old prisoner from legal work in the library on a Wednesday morning and summarily rush him out of the prison he'd occupied for 15 years? What made me anathema?

Being a "free" citizen, who has trusted in the flood of official propaganda, you might not believe it, but, number one, prison is a very bad place and, number two, there are a lot of illegal things going on inside Huntingdon's prison walls. Freddy Frank, the superintendent of the appalling travesty has been in full cover-up mode ever since I've started to write for this site. Prison officials dread that you citizens will learn the truth.

But my worst crime was that I litigated! I sue prison officials. I figure that they should obey the laws just as much as I should. Freddy Frank is a keen believer in other people obeying the law. They should obey it, but only so long as they make it up.

I'm sure that you've read about how naughty and unnecessary it is for a lowly prisoner like me to petition the courts. I'm sure you've read how you taxpayers must be protected from the "abuse" of "frivolous" prisoner suits. The truth is very different! If prisons were humane, there would be no law suits.

So, how has old, fat George "abused" you taxpayers? (Of course, I'm as much a taxpayer as you are, in fact,maybe more so.) Here are a few of my recent "frivolous" suits.

• I sued the parole Board to try to make them obey the law and earn their $90,000. I figured that since I was more than 5 years past my release date and 14,000 other men are in a similar position, the suit was not what I call frivolous.
• I sued a miserable mousy and intensely obnoxious guard, Patrick Pellegrino, for stealing over $200 of my meager personal property. Apparently he didn't like that I was a little deaf. He got scared because the old man had to get up close to him to hear what he was muttering.
• Then the same guard, Pellegrino, had me thrown into the hole for filing legal papers on him. The poor dear viewed a legal notice as a threat. To make matters worse, he started harassing me and calling me names. He apparently incited some prisoners to follow his example. I sued him about that because it endangered my life.
• Soon after this site opened, an article appeared about a faggot guard sergeant. The clowns on Freddy Frank's staff decided that I'd written the piece and that it applied to a ridiculous little powder-puff working at SCI-H. After I got out of the hole, the staff resolved that I couldn't be allowed to get away with all this freedom of speech shit. Who did I think I was. They simply doctored up my prison records and then used the phony records to punish me. I had to sue to try to end the falsification of the official documents.
• SCI-Huntingdon is a terrible firetrap. It should be closed. I sued in 2 different courts about the dangers. That's what brought down the roof on me. Freddy and his gang couldn't let it get out how bad things really were. Even the local newspaper, the Huntingdon Daily News started questioning the lies that they were being fed.
• Then there was one last thing, the local payoffs. I started complaining through the Department of General Services about the under the table contracts being let to friends, relatives and neighbors. Now things were getting serious. The fat old Jew was tampering with the millions of dollars funneled to local rednecks. I had to go.

So, there I was, in shock, standing on Center confronted by Levy (who sounds like a Jew but isn't) being told to pack my property because I was leaving right away. Sure enough, at my cell there were two of Freddy's flunkies, Dennis Hoover and doddering Jim Thompson. Nobody's been kind enough to tell Thompson that its long past time he retires.

My property was carted off and packed up. I had a pretty good cellmate. I asked him to give Rebecca, my wife, a call so that she wouldn't drive all the way up from Harrisburg to visit me only to find I'd been hijacked. That was the week of Huntingdon's silly CERT shakedown and my wife had driven the four hours that day for nothing.

For his trouble of helping my 52 year old wife, he was written up and so was I. Freddy's clowns don't like their wives and their wives don't like them. They don't understand a wife liking a husband and they figure that a prisoners' wife should be treated as badly as the prisoner.

Almost all my property was seized from me. If moving me wasn't enough to disrupt my litigating, taking my supplies and books was sure to do it! I was told that, if I had enough money (about $50.00) I could ransom my property by paying to have it "shipped" the two blocks up the hill. In the mean time, I'd just have to scratch around without my stuff. Chances are that I wouldn't need it anyway because my mail would be delayed for weeks, and my money? Not to worry, Freddy's clowns could hold that in limbo for as long as they liked.

This sudden upheaval shouldn't have come as a surprise to me. Freddy's raiders had done a similar thing to Roger Jochen, a prisoner who was my co-petitioner in the fire safety action. With Roger, Freddy's subordinates doctored his records, pretended he was a druggy and shipped him to SCI-Chester, that purgatory of torture for addicts.

I tried to explain to Mark Guzzi, one of DOC's army of "lawyers" that I was easy to shut up. Kill me or parole me. Having the intellect of a cockroach, prison officials thought that they could torture me into silence. Does this article look silent?

Freddy Frank has the appearance of a milkman in a suit. He's really not much, but he's political and ambitious. He's learned that if he makes others do his work, they'll be the ones who get in trouble and, like pond scum, he'll float safely to the top. In spite of his plethora of objectionable traits, Freddy is no match for his deputy, a splendid hunk of molding manhood, Clinton Myers.

Myers is surly and uncouth. He has all the decorum and grace of flatulance in an elevator.

Clint will be the subject of a later, fully researched article. The facts should be nailed down first.

Together the comedy team of Frank and Myers show us what being a buffoon is all about. We can't expect reason and reflection from prison officials. Bullies simply don't think that way. As Myers likes to say, "frag" them!