Chapter
Two: Jail
In
jail, Larry listened to other prisoners chatting about things. “You can’t
really blame the cops for doing their jobs, you know.” said a prisoner
named Charlie.
That made Larry speak up. “So then, how
does this sound? Some drunk attacks you, and in court, the defense lawyer
argues, ‘My client was too drunk to know what he was doing.’? Do you accept
that excuse?”
“No, because the person chose to be drunk.”
Charlie replied.
“Right. Just as voluntary intoxication
is no excuse for unprovoked violence, neither is voluntary employment. The cops
chose to sign up. They hauled me away to a mental institution against my will,
when I committed no crime, and they paid the price. Employment contracts
between a government and its cops cannot entitle the cops to violate the
inherent natural rights of nonsignatory third
parties.” Larry observed.
“Now you’re going to pay the price.” observed a prisoner named
Joe.
“The cop is still dead. The government has paid a price. Park in
a crosswalk, you pay the price with cash. Lock innocent people up in mental institutions, and you pay the price with cops.” Larry
stated.
“Don’t you even care about these human beings, who have families
and all?” Joe asked.
“Did the men fron New Hampshire care
about the families of the poor, defenseless Redcoats during the Battle of
Bunker Hill?” Larry asked rhetorically.
“What about that shrink, though? What good did it to to kill her?” wondered Charlie.
“That will send out a powerful message to all shrinks,
that you can be made to pay the price for your malicious wrongdoing. You
never know who will strike, nor when, nor where, nor how. One of the other
leaders in your kid’s Cub Scout pack could put poison in your snack and take
you out that way. You’re not safe even in your office, because a victim can
return and plug you. I was thinking of going out and gunning
down a lot of random, innocent people, but most folks are too stupid to
understand that the blood of those people would be on the hands of Kathy M. Godbey, L.C.S.W. for sowing the seeds of anger, the mother
of violence.” Larry explained.
“Do you think she had your best interest in mind when she had
you locked up?” Charlie asked.
“It wouldn’t make any difference, because that’s no excuse for
unprovoked violence against an innocent person. They locked me up against my
will and gave me the wrong kind of antidepressant.” Larry said.
“What kind did they give you?” Joe asked.
“The kind in a bottle.” Larry said.
“What other kind is there?” Joe asked.
“I needed the kind of antidepressant that wears a skirt.” Larry
said. Charlie and Joe laughed.
“Don’t we all.” Joe quipped.
Larry said, “You know what? If they send me for a mandatory
psychiatric evaluation, I’ll be sure to tell all the guys in the mental
institution to schedule appointments like I did, and plug the shrink that
ordered the involuntary hospitalization, then kill cops. I should have done
that while I was in there. If they put me in general population at the state
prison in Concord, I’ll tell the guys to plug cops, not suspected informants.”
A visitor arrived and said, “I have free Bibles for you
gentlemen. No preaching, no lectures, just the reading material.” he said.
The men accepted the Bibles with gratitude.