When Corey came through the steel door with a dozen D.O.s and a pallet full of fast food, his entire pod gave him a hero’s welcome. Grant announced Corey’s new title and wheeled in a giant vanilla cake with butter-cream frosting congratulating him as the winner. Corey modestly offered that, in the end, all the finalists had won the competition, and officially inaugurated the victory feast. John and Gary, who both reside in a nearby pod, were at the front of the line. “My dream is to hear people singing my songs,” John said, while enjoying his first pizza in months. With a short stint of state prison time coming his way, John will have a bit more time to develop his song book, but he plans on doing a demo when that’s done. “I know there were no record execs in the audience at Tent City,” Corey said, “but maybe I’ll get the opportunity to record music when I get out.” Until then, Corey said, he plans to keep busy with double shifts, and despite the inedible food, the pink underwear and the stripes, he truly does not begrudge the sheriff for the tough way he runs his jail, since it has convinced Corey never to come back. “I don’t want to be singing for Inmate Idle’s next season.”
Christopher singing Creed
Our sister paper Phoenix New Times has been covering Sheriff Joe Arpaio for more than a decade and has quite a bit to say about the publicity-hungry lawman. Here is a sampling of their work on the sheriff who has been called "a blowhard, self-aggrandizing, ignoramus who has cost Maricopa County, Arizona, tons of money pursuing his idiotic vision of 'tough jails' and ham-fisted policing":