hit the title of this article to go to my website I am disappearing before my very eyes. Less of what I say is even more important to my brain. Kids gettin killed. Our kids. For what? Oil? It is assumed and bleated that the ones who scream "no oil for blood", are communists. Like the guy who wrote "Johnny get Your Gun", this is a serious and meaningful accusation. That author was blackballed. He wasn't Dotson Rader but he could've been. Writers fight for their spurs; rarely is the story so good; it entices one in and writes itself. The last book I was enthralled with was "Executioner's Song", by Norman Mailer. That puts me in a category of illiterate trailer dwellers; Lawrence Schiller, the Hollywood producer, shopped the story around, knowing a movie on ABC TV was already hatched. I read Mailer's prose as I read all his prose. As truthtelling, uncompromising, if not angry, overly verbose. He tried to dissect American politics as a gifted jewish boy may dissect the frog, among his gentile classmates. He is trying always to prove something. Even anti-semites take a day off to get a breather. Mailer approaches this subject as a first person account. It was alright when I was a kid to think the way Mailer portrays prison life. It is necessary for one's mental health and sexual identidy to be a stereo-typical person; in one's actions, the food he eats, lift weights...a person who is a fish in the Michigan Department of Correctrions must show himself worthy of rtespect. Often this is easy, as in my case. MDOC puts your number on yur cell in quarantine. Everybody's number has a "prefix", dnoting with the alphabet, the number of times the individual has been sentenced to prison. I had and have an "A" prefix. So people knew I was not the "usual" crook; but neither in these days was slack given. Zero tolerance had made the whole prison, probation, parole environment extremely hot. People suspected of snitching, were knifed where I was at. At "recreation" time we were herded en masse through a closed passage fifty feet lond of inescapable cyclone fence and concertina wire. I saw individuals get stabbed from afar. I was lucky, oh boy was I lucky. It is not luck that I seek from thinking people everywhere. I believer much of the registry of "offenders" in bureaucratic self preservation. A quick look at all the crimes which comprise "sex offendor" with its life long tag and follow-up by the staate needs oversight. I had a parole officer complain about what I "might have done".