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:: Thursday, April 03, 2003 ::

Whose song is this? I know Johnny Cash has sung it on a CD, but I don't think he was the first.

Well my name it is Sam Hall, it is Sam Hall
Yes my name it is Sam Hall, it is Sam Hall
My name it is Sam Hall
And I hate you one and all
And I hate you one and all, Damn your eyes

I killed a man they said
so they said
I killed a man they said so they said
I killed a man they said
And I smashed in his head
And I left him laying dead
Damn his eyes

But a swinging I must go I must go
A swinging I must go I must go
A swinging I must go
while you critters down below
Yell up Sam I told you so
Well damn your eyes

I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd
I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd
I saw Molly in the crowd and I hollered right out loud
Molly ain't you proud
Damn your eyes

The Sheriff he came too he came too
The Sheriff he came too he came too
The Sheriff he came too and said Sam how are you
I said Sheriff how are you
Damn your eyes

My name is Samuel, Samuel
My name is Samuel, Samuel
My name is Samuel and I'll see you all in Hell
I'll see you all in Hell
Damn your eyes

:: Mike 4:42 PM [+] ::
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Whats the point of this blog??? There are lots of things I just can't put up here. But they are some of the meat of my everyday life. Hmm......
:: Mike 4:32 PM [+] ::
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He Killed a Cop

The other day I went to the pardon board on behalf of my community service client. Wow. When I left I thought that the Pardon Board would be such a fun experience. No student with the Project for Older Prisoners program has been before the Pardon Board (as opposed to the Parole Board) for years. Sounds exciting, eh? Turned out to be a bust. The Pardon Board is waste of time. There is almost nothing you can say to sway them. They are almost always bound to deny pardon. They ask question that can't be answered. They would rather give lectures to the criminals about even thinking they might have a chance. OK, this is not what they said, but they might as well have, because that is obviously meant. In one moment of extreme absurdity, one man before the board, 80 years old in a wheelchair, hardly able to hold a micraphone or talk long enough to complete a sentence was give a lecture on how older people committ crimes too--and of course the idea was that yes even he was likely to still be a menace to society. Give me a break.

When somebody like that doesn't fare well before the pardon board, my client definately will fail. He was only 50 and in good health. But more importantly, he killed a cop. To be fair my client didn't know he was a cop. He thought the guy was just another drug customer. A mad drug customer, who pulled a gun on him. So he shot him. The pardon board, whose chairman was an ex-cop, forced off the force for misconduct no doubt, wan't interested in hearing about the distinction between killing a uniformed officer and a co-drugie who happened to be a cop in an undercover sting. I also thought that my guy was changed. He was clean. He had been in AA for about 10 years (in prison for 20). He no longer had any drug problems. He was a stand up prisoner--in fact he was considered one of the more model prisoners. But he lost. And I had sympathy for him. Stuck in jail for life.

But he killed a cop, right? Isn't it awefull for me to have sympathy for such a person? I think it might be. What to do?? Who knows?
:: Mike 4:29 PM [+] ::
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I found him by the railroad tracks this moarning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knealt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words the dying fellow said

He said they let me out of Prison down in Frisco
For ten long years I paid for what I'd done
I was trying to get back to Loosiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son

Give my love to Rose
Please won't you mister
Take her all my money
Tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy that Daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose


Wont ya tell em I said thanks for waiting for me
Tell my boy to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
Cause it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister heres a bag with all my money
It won't last them long the way it goes
God bless you for finding me this morning
Now don't forget to give my love to Rose

Give my love to Rose
Please won't you mister
take her all my money
tell her buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy that daddy's so proud of him
Now don't forget to give my love to Rose

--"Give My Love to Rose", Johnny Cash


:: Mike 4:15 PM [+] ::
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