Ah, but the glory days are gone now and the floodlights of Left-wing fame have flickered. The ego that is Ira Einhorn is left to express its anointed self within the confines of the Houtzdale State Correctional Institution in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. Inmate Number: ES6859 is not a happy camper. The adoring female fans and the media talking heads come no more his way. The professional academics and the all-knowing authors fail to respond to Mr. Earth Day’s copious correspondence. His attention seeking diatribes are now enjoyed only by the echoing walls of his cozy government-funded home away from home.
But hark! There is one jaunty journalist who has ventured forth to heed the plea of this deserted and defamed pariah. Ronnie Polaneczky of the Philadelphia Daily News decided to take the long ride out to the Pennsylvania Netherlands to give this crusty old murderer the once over. And this is what Ms. Polaneczky found upon arrival:
At 70, Einhorn is thinner than the husky bear we knew back then. His hairline has receded, revealing a scalp that looks like marbled ham, and he has lost some front teeth. Those that remain are lemon yellow, and his breath is foul….I wanted to see what had become of the man whose brazen flight from justice had once so incensed Philadelphians, they’d participated in an annual contest to throw tomatoes at a poster bearing his image….I’m pleased to find that Einhorn – whose intellectually hungry followers used to devour his perceptions, then clamor for more – says that he is virtually ignored now that he is Prisoner No. ES6859….”I’m a pariah,” he says, self-pityingly, oblivious to the possibility that his being a murderer might limit his pool of willing pen pals. “Once you’re in prison, it’s as if you no longer exist!”