Where am I

Wasted Honor -

Carl R. ToersBijns is the author of the Wasted Honor Trilogy [Wasted Honor I,II and Gorilla Justice] and his newest book From the Womb to the Tomb, the Tony Lester Story, which is a reflection of his life and his experiences as a correctional officer and a correctional administrator retiring with the rank of deputy warden in the New Mexico and Arizona correctional systems.

Carl also wrote a book on his combat experience in the Kindle book titled - Combat Medic - Men with destiny - A red cross of Valor -

Carl is considered by many a rogue expert in the field of prison security systems since leaving the profession. Carl has been involved in the design of many pilot programs related to mental health treatment, security threat groups, suicide prevention, and maximum custody operational plans including double bunking max inmates and enhancing security for staff. He invites you to read his books so you can understand and grasp the cultural and political implications and influences of these prisons. He deals with the emotions, the stress and anxiety as well as the realities faced working inside a prison. He deals with the occupational risks while elaborating on the psychological impact of both prison worker and prisoner.

His most recent book, Gorilla Justice, is an un-edited raw fictional version of realistic prison experiences and events through the eyes of an anecdotal translation of the inmate’s plight and suffering while enduring the harsh and toxic prison environment including solitary confinement.

Carl has been interviewed by numerous news stations and newspapers in Phoenix regarding the escape from the Kingman prison and other high profile media cases related to wrongful deaths and suicides inside prisons. His insights have been solicited by the ACLU, Amnesty International, and various other legal firms representing solitary confinement cases in California and Arizona. He is currently working on the STG Step Down program at Pelican Bay and has offered his own experience insights with the Center of Constitutional Rights lawyers and interns to establish a core program at the SHU units. He has personally corresponded and written with SHU prisoners to assess the living conditions and how it impacts their long term placement inside these type of units that are similar to those in Arizona Florence Eyman special management unit where Carl was a unit deputy warden for almost two years before his promotion to Deputy Warden of Operations in Safford and Eyman.

He is a strong advocate for the mentally ill and is a board member of David's Hope Inc. a non-profit advocacy group in Phoenix and also serves as a senior advisor for Law Enforcement Officers Advocates Council in Chino, California As a subject matter expert and corrections consultant, Carl has provided interviews and spoken on national and international radio talk shows e.g. BBC CBC Lou Show & TV shows as well as the Associated Press.

I use sarcasm, satire, parodies and other means to make you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, February 5, 2016

Where am I

Where Am I

Sitting on the mountain top, I watched the lightening flash in the east as I looked north towards Santa Fe. Like a Fourth of July fireworks show, the thunder rumbled a post-humorous threat of the living.

I looked for shelter as the thunder came closer and the lightening became frightening, the wind blew hard and the rain poured sideways drenching me quickly.

It was like Mother Nature was giving me a rumbling warning. As it growled from the distance far away, traveling at the speed of sound ending right there oh so far yet still so near, I found a rock house, solid granite and centuries old, it kept me dry from the higher order in the sky although the roof had large chasms of cracks.

The darkness hid the fear that the thunder and lightning brought to me as I stand up about a mile high up in the air. The rock house was a trustworthy dwelling made by men who cut the rock with a piece of steel and gave me a point of observation to see the valley down below oh so very clear.

Even in the pouring rain, the lights of the city shimmer through the clouds as thunder clapped and echoed loudly throughout the mountain side as lightening flashed again and the thunder rattled the ground below my feet.

The rumble crushed the silence, the thunder turned the pine needles on the trees abundant all around as the fog approaches as the rain has stopped as the saturated wetness settled on the ground.

A cleansing shower, a pouring rain, all of a sudden, the thunder and lightning went away as I had walked from the rock house to stand underneath a towering pine, pilings dropped on my head as the wind howled over my head, my feet standing in mud and water.

I found myself staring at the clearing sky as shadows crept near and the thunder rumbled out loud just for the very last time. The clearing clouds and the creeping fog created shadows on the trees around me as I could do nothing more than listen to the silence since the storm had passed and refreshed me once more.

As the stars came out, the moon was radiant, and the city lights began to glow brighter as I looked to the east where the lightning had begun and saw it rumbling towards Santa Fe way for its compass was never astray as it was guided by the ghostly light up in the sky soon to be covered with the black clouds from which the thunder had come.