The self-proclaimed greatest country in the world makes up a mere 5 per cent of the global population yet it houses 25 per cent of the world's prison population.
Methinks their past and present policies aren't proving successful in the land of the free, apart from being extremely profitable for those businesses that elect to piggy-back on crime.
American missile systems are being made in prisons. Brands like Boeing, Coke and Victoria's Secrets have all taken advantage of low cost labour to increase their profits, making them no different to the Third World sweat shops they publicly shame.
No surprise then that current contenders Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump have both promised to be tough on law and order.
More important is what New Zealand can learn from decades of failed US policy. What matters more - the prisoners or the profit to be made from them? The war on crime is bound to have more casualties.
It's also a crime that it took so long for Bob Dylan to be nominated for a Nobel prize.
I was lucky enough, to spend the best part of a month in the States, following him on his 1988 tour.
What an experience - my third row seat at the Greek, in Hollywood, was a highlight. The bass and lead guitarists were each thrown at least two new guitars from the wings, seldom missing a beat as strings broke. Dylan's strings would also break, but he just kept on playing.
Lyrics aside, how can you not be impressed by his ability to play two different tunes on guitar and harmonica simultaneously. And they say men can't multi-task!
He endeared himself to me further when quizzed on who he would most like to be for a day ... he replied Leonard Cohen.
My favourite Dylan album is Desire, with backing vocals by Emmy-Lou Harris and songs such as One More Cup Of Coffee and Isis. Back then the latter wasn't such a questionable word to use in one's writings.
I'm probably flagged as a terrorist now, so shall finish here and prepare for my imminent arrest and incarceration. Prison penpals welcome via investik8@gmail.com.
- Kate Stewart is an unemployed, reluctant mother-of-three, currently on the run from government forces.