Disclaimer: The concept of God seems loving and divine on one hand. But when one observes the God-men out there who are fighting and killing in the name of God, one really wonders. Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just. Fear not, then, thou child infirm; There’s no god dare wrong a worm. Be sure that God, Ne’er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart. Fiction can be that way sometimes. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental & should not be taken or misconstrued as such. Anyone who thinks otherwise probably believes that Deity ever vindictively, Made in his image a mannikin merely to madden it?It is said that if a man believes he has done no wrong despite what others think they know, than he is a greater man who shall rise over the heap of accusers and live to tell about it.
Such is the strange plight of now paroled and former Devil’s Island inmate Knee-Jerk Johnson, whose criminal record on Devil’s Island stretches far and wide. In previous tales of Devil’s Island, I have written extensively about Knee-Jerk Johnson who arrived at Devil’s Island about the same time that I arrived with no luggage, just the clothes on my back and introduced into the concentration camp-style rituals.
But for Knee-Jerk Johnson during the past several months, things for him began to slowly change and within time he made a solid transformation into an overall positive attitude, which is a strange trait to behold on Devil’s Island, even if you actually enjoy life in general.
Knee-Jerk Johnson's fellow inmates began noticing the changes too, particularly his gang-banging friends of old who couldn’t believe their own eyes and ears when he began preaching the Gospel.
The strangest part is those who did reach out to him, were none other than the likes of Priestess Paulette, Matterhorn Melissa and Brimstone Bettina, who came onto him like women who had seen the light of The Great Divine Spirit.
They gathered him to their breast (as luck would have it of course) and spoke kind and gentle words to him as he listened to them preaching the Gospel of all life had to offer here and beyond Devil’s Island.
And Knee-Jerk Johnson bit into it, just as one would bite into a holy communion wafer, he bit into it and swallowed every piece and every crumb of knowledge they had to offer, which was very little when one thinks about what imprisoned religious could really offer to soothe one’s soul, other than a piece of biblical comfort, which is all anyone is looking for when they are sitting in a prison cell.
As legacies are born they also die and as much as Knee-Jerk Johnson was loved, he was also disdained by those who felt he was responsible for the demise of so many other prisoners who were executed wrongly and unjustly here on Devil’s Island.
Yes, some will continue to question the legitimacy of his new-founded path of Gospel, whether it is real or if was a ploy to get him paroled, but frankly, we'll never know.
In some regards, Devil’s Island is much better off now that Knee-Jerk Johnson has been paroled for good behavior and for choosing to preach the Gospel; on the other hand, like many others that have gone through the iron gates and into the world anew once more, one piece of advice; be careful out there, will ya?
