1. Why did I post some recent negative comments about Bill White, you might have wondered. Well, I was reading a blog with horrible negative comments about the blogger’s work, and one person asked, “Why does he allow these negative comments?” Someone else replied, “It makes his stats go up.” So, I thought, hey, I’ve got negative comments stock-piled! I’ll try it.” (Of course, there is a difference between negative comments about ME and negative comments about Bill. I didn’t really think that through.)
At any rate, it didn’t make my stats go up, possibly because all the negative comments come from one tricky devil.
2. There are three things that do make my stats go up – the first is when Bill’s case gets national headlines, the second is when I get a link on another blog/website and the third is when I post a “Bill White in the SHU for fighting” type post.
I know Bill enjoys telling and re-telling accounts of his fights, and we enjoy reading them. However, as Bill is slugging his way through the Bureau of Prisons, he is breaking rule after rule of the unofficial “Prisoner’s Code” which mandates among the prisoners how they are supposed to handle their disputes. Therefore, I’m told, Bill can expect much further trouble in surviving prison.
COMEDY IN TRAGEDY
That said, here are a couple of lines from the deleted “fight” scenes in an earlier post. I think they are funny, in the way Bill intends, and unintentionally. (The second one reminds me of the scene in the documentary “The Queen of Versailles” where the nanny questions the boy about thirteen on what he did to get Saturday detention, and he laughingly replies, “I don’t know!”)
First event – “…said he would kill me, and we started wrestling. We ran into some lockers, which fell on me. As I reacted to a heavy locker falling on me, he got a punch in, then I tripped and fell. He tried to jump on me, I kicked him in the stomach, and then, he ran around the room screaming he “could” kill me – though he had lost his interest in doing so – until I got up and told him to leave, which he did…”
Second event – “…I ignored them … until they annoyed me too much – not letting me sleep and so forth – and they somehow got the idea that I had made a rope to kill them in their sleep. Really, I think they were just [wusses] and made the rope story up. Regardless, they started screaming for the help, and so I moved to another cell, after much late night commotion. Then, this morning, I got to hear ridiculous accounts of what happened…”
3. I was thinking of making some comments about the future of this blog, but now I have to think about it some more.