CAUSE OF DEATH: BRAIN TUMOR - THE UNDERTAKER - Government - http://maxpages.com/lifemeanslife/Cause_of_Death_Brain

"THE UNDERTAKER" IS THE NAME GIVEN TO THE FARM'S LAUNDRY CART, A HOMEMADE MONSTROSITY WHICH HAS CAUSED THE INJURY AND DEATHS OF MANY INMATES. LEARN MORE ABOUT THIS DEADLY PIECE OF EQUIPEMENT

In early 1999, Prisoner #113128, David Jacobson, was on his way to lunch and was taking things out of his pocket to proceed through the metal detector. He had been confined in the ADC for less than a year. He looked to be in his 20s or perhaps early 30s. From where he stood, he could not see out the side door, and had no real reason to look that way.

The officer on duty at the metal detector had apparently decided to have a chat with a fellow worker in the Control Center, finding last night's nightclub gossip more important and interesting than prison security. There was no warning to David Jacobson that The Undertaker was about to crash through the door behind him, or that the blunted spears of its handle bars, like sucker tubes on a giant alien insect, this day needed to be satiated with someone's blood.

As the cart hurled through the door, a bag of laundry slightly askew caught on the frame of the door and suddenly tipped the handlebars around and turned the cart directly into the opening of the metal detector. The blunted tip of the handlebar on the right side struck Inmate Jacobson squarely at the base of the neck before he even had any time to react. He was hurled several feet down the hallway where he landed in a heap on the cement floor in front of the Control Center. The officer involved in the gossip quickly ran over, hands covering the mouth in shock, but obviously recognizing the wonderful grist the incident would provide for the gossip mill after work that and well into the next.

Because David Jacobson did not at first move, several prisoners rushed to assist him. After taking a moment to shake off the jolt, he seemed to be relatively unharmed, but was escorted to the Infirmary. Had he proceeded there himself, he would not have been granted entry, but rather would have been told to "turn in a request slip", but since he was being supported between two others because he could apparently not walk by himself, the person on duty agreed to let him skip that step this time.

Once inside the Infirmary, the Manager, Doctor (and I use the term with deep reservations), Michael W. Young, a shining example of the kind of "medical professional" (the Arkansas State Medical Board disciplinary report record on this individual will soon be posted on another site unless the Board rescinds his license to practice medicine), that is typically hired by the private medical provider CMS, (Correctional Medical Services, hereinafter known as "Convict Murdering Services), with whom the State of Arkansas contracts to provide health care services to inmates eventually decided to get around to asking why this inmate was lingering outside the Infirmary. The Good Doctor Young, whose license has been suspended under emergency orders of the Board, has been ordered to undergo psychiatric counseling for certain abuses of his former patients in the free world, and who is forbidden to practice medicine without active supervision of peer doctors by order of the Board, did eventually determine to examine Inmate Jacobson. Upon learning what had happened to him, something that the Doctor seemed to find amusing, and after briefly looking at the bruised spot on the back of Jacobson's neck, Doctor Young decided that the prisoner's account that he was feeling a sharp pain in his head and was feeling somewhat dizzy was a ploy to get out of work for the rest of the day. He ordered a bandaid be given to Jacobson to cover the bruised spot at the base of his neck, and ordered that he be sent back to work.

Other than feeling a little dizzy now and then and having a pretty bad headache, Inmate Jacobson did not otherwise seem to be having any other difficulties from his experience once he left the Infirmary. His fellow workers teased him a little about it; about being run over by The Undertaker. The following day, however, Jacobson could not seem to talk properly nor move his body or limbs properly, and some of the men in the barracks with him called for a supervisor and had him taken to the Infirmary again. A wheelchair was called to transport him there.

For some time Inmate Jacobson was made to sit there in the wheelchair before someone decided to have a serious look at him and determine what might be wrong. When it was finally noted that the injury was likely serious, and perhaps even by now life-threatening, preparations were immediately made by the Infirmary staff and Security to "seal off" the Infirmary from anyone who might be able to observe what was going on. What goes on at these times is a difficult protocol to describe in detail, but it is very similar to Hollywood's accounts of the response a military medical team might evidence if a biological weapon has accidentally caused harm, or some alien spacecraft has suddenly crashed. A tangible blanket of cover-up and secrecy is immediately in the air, and the dirty deed done, or which is to be done is closely guarded to assure it's "for their eyes only."

After some more time in the Infirmary, Inmate Jacobson was rushed to some unknown destination by ambulance.

Later in the day, the Cummins Unit's Chaplain staff was informed to contact Inmate Jacobson's relatives, because he was not expected to survive the day. And, indeed, before the day was done he died...of an alleged "brain tumor." The newspapers subsequently reported that he died of natural causes. Naturally.

Too bad that Inmate David Jacobson had never been warned about things that go bump, and thus The Undertaker has been fed the life of yet another victim.

If you, or someone you know have been injured by The Undertaker, or if you know someone who has been killed by this demonic piece of equipment, please send a message to the e-mail address below, or sign my guest book.