Dear Sam
My
name is [name withheld]. I am a prisoner in Arkansas.
The guy housed next to me has given me the privilege of reading your Frontiersman,
and I got to say man you're on point. I love reading them and if
it's not too much trouble I would love to be added to your list and receive
them. I thank you in advance Sam, and have a great day.
—a prisoner
Marianna, Arkansas
Dear Sam,
...Heat
wave out here!! How's it back there? I really enjoy showing
your newsletters & "inserts" to a lot of the guys in here. A
lot of older prisoners on their way out to the streets go through here....
Take
care.
—a prisoner
Ione, California
Dear Sam,
First,
let me respond to something I read in your July/2018 Frontiersman, in Letters
to the Editor. A Sir
Donald asked what you might do should you push daisies or disappear,
etc., well I have at the worst case, until Dec. 2031 until I get out.
Perhaps sooner should laws change concerning the 3-strike laws and enhancements.
If you are looking for a protégé, you have a lot of years
to teach me. I'll be in my 60s by 2031, but you're a smart man with
pretty hard shoes to fill. I'm from a "super-small" town 21 miles
north of [place name withheld]. They have a church only, 7th
day Adventist, that's it. No store, police dept, gas station, etc.,
just a small church and post office. There isn't even a restaurant
or bar. So I won't have anything to do but use the computer and I
hope to write a few novels. Anyway, let's not talk of such dark subjects
like taking trips to the great beyond....
—a prisoner
Soledad, California
This
September, I'll be 72 years old. I don't have money, ID, or insurance.
Thus, medical care for me is unlikely. My ancestors had better access
to medical care than I do. I seem to be healthy but I could still
die at any time. I doubt if I'll still be alive in 2031. If
I am, then I'll be 85 years old, which seems unlikely.
—editor
Dear Sam:
I
think that Carnet:
Rise of the Machines is one of your best articles ever. As I've
mentioned before (I believe) it's ironic and somewhat annoying that I live
in Silicon Valley. Most of the people here seem to have bought into
the idea that advanced technology is wonderful, and that anything you could
think of would be better if it were done in "The Cloud", or somehow mechanized.
Back in the 70's or early 80's, there was a commercial for physical fitness
that showed a future in which people were reduced to images on television
screens, without bodies, and the TV screens were being carried around by
robots. It's hard not to suspect that for some people, this would
be heaven.
—Sir Donald the Elusive
Brainwashing
promotes incorrect thinking. Conditioning eliminates thinking.
Conditioning is to not think at all, but merely to respond.
Next of Kin
As retold by Sam Aurelius Milam III
Father
O'Malley, an Irish priest, looked out the front window of his church, early
one morning, and noticed that there was a dead jackass lying in the middle
of the lawn. He promptly called the local police station.
Sergeant
Jones answered the call, and said "Good morning. This is Sergeant
Jones. How might I help you?"
The
priest replied, "An' tha best o' tha day ta yerself. This is Father
O'Malley at St. Ann's, an' there's a dead jackass lying in me front lawn.
Would ye be sa kind as ta send a couple o' yer lads ta remove it?"
Sergeant
Jones, being somewhat of a wise guy, thought that he would have a little
fun. He replied, "Well now, Father, it was always my understanding
that you people took care of the last rites yourselves!"
Father
O'Malley replied. "Aye, but we are obliged to notify the next of kin first."![10x5 Page Background GIF Image](../../Images/10x5_Page_Background.gif)
Thin Blonde Line
As retold by Sam Aurelius Milam III
A
blonde, while speeding in a 35 mile per hour zone, was stopped by a police
officer on patrol. The police officer who stopped her also happened
to be a blonde. The blonde cop asked to see the blonde's driver's
license.
The
blonde driver searched frantically in her purse for a while and finally
said to the blonde cop, "What does a driver's license look like?"
Irritated,
the blonde cop said, "You dummy, it's got your picture on it!"
The
blonde driver searched her purse again and found a small, rectangular mirror
down at the bottom. She held it up to her face and said, "Aha!
This must be it!" She handed the mirror to the blonde cop.
The
blonde cop looked in the mirror, handed it back to the driver, and exclaimed
in exasperation, "I want to see your driver's license, dummy, not mine!" ![10x5 Page Background GIF Image](../../Images/10x5_Page_Background.gif)
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