The Governor Has A Plan in the Palm of his Hand
Brown Tries to get Golden
Richard Krupp, Ph.D.
I was a bit amused today when I read the article from the Los Angeles Times posted on Pacovilla.com. Sounds like Governor Brown has agreed to attach the rehabilitation plan penned by Senator MCD Steinberg to his own relocation plan designed to get the Federal courts to back off on the realignment prisoner dumping. The nonsensical rehabilitation plan would spend money on drug and mental health counseling for violent prison inmates. Evidently no one read the reports from UCLA and others who looked at previous CDC attempts at drug treatment. Inmates who participated in prison drug treatment programs had HIGHER rates of recidivism than those who did not.
The Steinberg plan will INCREASE the prison population. The drug treatment contractors not only increased the return to prison rates for us, but they also redirected drug treatment money to pay for “treatment carpets,” musical instruments and portable stages, movie studios, porno videos for the inmates, etc. Some of the treatment providers also brought drugs into the prisons, had sex with inmates, etc. The community based after care providers had a more interesting track record. One contractor trained parolees to become cage fighters.
Hopefully the courts will reject the rehabilitation plan. Maybe those involved in the decisions surrounding this plan will feed their heads with common sense. It is more likely decisions will be based on some other foolishness. The Governor may need a catchy tune to get him through this latest obstacle. Here are selected lyrics from the song Get Me Golden by the band Terraplane Sun , followed by the music video.
I always took my cues from the real stars
But now I’m sittin here when I saw the sign
And realized that it’s time to get where I’m goin’
I hope you don’t mind that I’m takin time to get mine
And you know I ain’t scared to show it
Well I gotta plan in the palm of my hand
To get me rollin
I gotta plan in the palm of my hand
To Get Me Golden
Well I know you may not really care
But I’m just trying to get by
We’ll slip right on through the back
When the city sleeps in yeah
We’ll slip right on through the cracks