By: George Feigley
cofounder
 Everybody who knows them realized that they're bad people.
We may not have realized how dumb they are. Brain power is almost
completely lacking among the staff at the inane state prison at Frackville in East-Central Pennsylvania. "Dumb as dirt" pretty
well describes them. One black prisoner described them as "dumb
as a box of bricks!"
Fill a thirty gallon trashbag with turds from five hundred drunken Irish outhouses and you'd approximate the mental capacity of the Frackville prison staff, at least the guards, especially the middle management want-'t-bes. But, they're not just dumb, they're also psychologically defective. Most suffer from profound personality problems, particularly an unnatural need to make themselves seem important. It's a disease endemic to the Eastern European peasants (and their descendants) who flocked to the Pennsylvania coal regions. There was a reason they were peasants in the Old Country and why they're intellectually challenged today. If mom was as dumb as a roll of toilet paper, can son expect to be very sharp? The Frackville prison staff is proof of how stupid wet toilet paper can be. If you know any of them, you know what I mean. You knew that they were bad persons. They're also as dumb as drunken Polocks - but, in all honesty, most Polocks are a lot brighter that the Frackville prison guards. In fact until I came to Frackville I never met a really stupid Pol or Slovak, for that matter. At Frackville they're as rife as the retarded Irish. Consider the "Great Towel Prohibition." There are sheet metal shelves in the cells at the Frackville prison. They serve as makeshift desks. The shelf is about 15 inches wide by maybe a yard long, tiny, in other words. It's flimsy and bolted to the wall. Otherwise it would be very much too scary for the gutless wonders working in the prison. Being just sheet metal, it's also noisy, rattling and ringing like a bell. Typing on the sheet metal raises a deafening din. A cardinal rule of the dopes at the prison is that the metal can't be covered with cloth or a towel, not even to muffle the noise. That's way to dangerous. I can cover my "desk" with papers, but not a towel I can stack my "desk" with books, but not with a towel. I can pile my clothes on the "desk," but not a towel. I can obscure my "desk" with my typewriter, but not with my towel. I can put whatever I please on the "desk," but not my towel. why? Well, the rocket scientist who came to the cell explained it
was all because of the critical rule. The rule says: Besides the tortured, almost childish English, the remarkable part of this essential rule (one of 1181 at the Frackville prison) is that it doesn't mention "desk." It doesn't mention "towel." And it reflect the utter incompetence of the guards. Not only can't they be trusted to count all the way to 2, but they can be trusted to see. There's nothing much that can be done with fools. Like shit, they are what they are. For those of us who come into contact with the fools, it's good to know what you're getting into. They have shit for brains.
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