[Transcribed from Kurt’s “Mail From Jail” letter, which can be found here. Be sure to visit Mail-to-Jail to write letters to Kurt in jail.]
Wednesday, October 28, 2009 A.D., Day 27
One thing there is plenty of time to do here is sleep. I’m so sick of sleeping, especially when these continuous dreams happen to me. Almost all of them are awful, but this one got me absolutely ripping. In this dream, I’m still in my (the tax payers) wheelchair (which I’m still in as I write this on my lap, still covering one eye so I can focus, etc.) forced into some state arts and crafts class. Now there is nothing like that here, they have expensive programs that futilely attempt to alter people’s perception on drug use, alcohol use (I use neither, nor advocate for anything except personal choice and personal responsibility… and I know how miraculous cannabis is for all kinds of issues from A.D.D. to migraines to healthy living) but oddly they have no drivers “classes” here. Oh let me tell you that people who don’t have a clue about anything administer these “classes” and after his 17th time in the “drug program,” Rich says he’s still gonna smoke pot when he gets out (Rich has been both in prison as well as jail 17 times in his life and not once, not even one (?) did he hurt anyone. The questions beg to be asked if they are not blatantly obvious by now… Whose choice is it to use or sell a plant or a product? Mine or his or yours? Are you the fully qualified all knowing to dictate by robbing him, his family, kidnapping him, attempting brain-washing he’s obviously NOT receptive to in order to dictate how he should live his life? Don’t you have enough to worry about your own morality or spirituality? Do you think Jesus would act in such a way? Who’s expense is his incarceration at? Are those payments voluntary? How about his incarceration? Did he ask or even beg for it? Yeah, I know some of you will say “Sure, if he just followed the law he’d not be in there,” but you people, your day and your unthinking thoughts and words, when over I hear that I want to look for the little hoop on the back of your shirt so i can see if you say the same crap when I pull the string out, again. When are you going to use your conscience or brains? Mike, Adrian, and a few other humans in here are in here for a year for what vile insidious acts you ask> For the act of driving their children to school, for going to work to better the lives of his handicapped wife and sons and daughters. One year? Yes. If you are not sick because of it I don’t want to know you, ever. Seriously, are you that lazy and selfish not to see past your own self righteous ignorance? Remember, Mike was a very content man, who diligently and lovingly cared for his family, and still does all his life, now, what has Mike learned? He’s learned how to “hate on a level I never understood before in my life” is his reply. Thank you Mike for telling that to the all knowing man in a black dress who sent you here at $80 a day, for 12 month, for DRIVING!
So, ahh, yes, I was talking about this dream now wasn’t I? So, a bunch of inmate humans were sitting in their old jailesque looking building with three sets of stairs none of which I could climb with this wheeled wonder I’m struggling with when the overpaid socialist workers (that is what they are you know) mumbling 3 3 were telling off other wondrous “programs” that will save us. Folks, let me tell you where a big chunk of jail revenue comes from if you haven’t guessed it yet… “PROGRAMS” (Don’t you love the “programming?”). Well, in my dream, I decided to let these nice communist programmers know, while in front of a room full of “inmates” just how I felt about their “programs” in words I think you have already read here today, but something wonderful happened! A miracle! They actually started to debate me on how wonderful these programs are and how they “help” so many and you guessed it, I let them have it with both barrels. As usual, they fought me, after all, they have a stake in it all, it’s self interest. If you ask me, it’s the devil’s handiwork but if I go down that path you won’t hear a thing any more out of me, you will label me some religious nut as opposed to the true nut I actually am and I don’t want that label. Well, they did what so many people who run out of ammunition did and what almost all government people do when they know they are wrong, they ran and hid… then they called the cops to fight their battle for them, they are after all, all on the same team. Another amazing thing happened. All the inmates were seeing the picture for the first time and they became as fed up as I was and continued to REPROGRAM the programmers! Then they woke me up screaming “Lunch!” So I got up and ate, but I was pissed that I couldn’t finish the dream.
Speaking of food, yet again this morning the “corrections” officers couldn’t get the “head count” right and had to go back to the kitchen 3 times to finally feed the hardened drivers and ferocious pot smokers (not to mention big mouths). I shake my head almost all day long at just how incompetent this ship is and just continue to be reminded how inefficient these government workers are. WHat a loving contribution they almost all (being generous) seem to make a such a grave cost.
Last night they let out 19 year old “Travis” who was locked up for 10 days on a violation of probation. He was in here for “underage drinking” and his previous charge? You guessed again, “underage drinking,” which was two years ago. His mother was locked up for prostitution… no matter how sad that is, she still did not violate anyone’s property, person, endanger a life, steal, kill, or hurt anyone. She was simply and sadly doing what she knew to feed her family… please ask yourselves again, at whose expense, supposed “morality,” whose choice, etc., is this all being executed under? When will the “government” stop trying to enforce their imagined and forced “morality?” When will they stop treating humans as slaves instead of brothers and sisters? Humans are not chattel. Humans are not yours to push around violently. Humans don’t belong in shackles if they didn’t hurt or steal from anyone, or deceive anyone.
I know I’m wordy and mouthy and have a great deal to work on but I want to be to you and the world, just what I am, with no false realities or put ones, so, I’ve decided to bare my soul and send out the formerly scrapped Day 26 writings. Additionally I want to thank everyone who has written me here on the inside. At times I hate to get mail here because a lot of these guys get nothing and have no one. Thank you Barskey for all you do at Mail-to-Jail.com. Thank you Graham, Joe, and Mike and everyone at Hope Chapel for your prayers and support. At times this all seems overwhelming but the moment I hear that someone else has come into the ideas of Liberty I feel like I’ve done at least one good thing, that I’m supposed to do on this earth. Now it’s your turn.
There are many families in here who are going through hard times and the bread winners have been kidnapped and lives have been ruined by the government thugs. I ask you, as this is my only chance, to find some way to reach out to the families who are struggling right now if you can. There are more than you may think and we all have so much to offer in our own unique ways. Whatever you can do, please do. And when I hear of the good news I will do what I can to spread it!
Something ELSE just happened, it happens every day. There is a human in here who is supposed to be allowed “out” so he can go to his place of employment to continue to earn a lively, then, like a slave, comes back here every night. He’s supposed to be let out at 1:30PM daily, but I have yet to see that happen. Today, it was 2:10PM when they decided to even acknowledge him and open the locked doors so he can go make his contributions in his own way to the world. He has to change from his “inmate” uniform, drive in rainy weather, get gas for his car (meanwhile he has to pay $20.00 per day to the jail for the “privilege” of working for a living) and get new wipers and such. I knew the answer ever before I asked the guard, I’m so used to the lack of concern and the typical deceptive answers but I nevertheless asked why every day they are so inefficient and why every day this happens? “Oh, well, it only takes a half an hour to get there. That’s not the deal jerko! Why am I ceaselessly amazed at the continued blunders of these incompetent individuals in a heartless system? No, I didn’t make any friends in this conversation… actually, I just did. The guard came back, sucked up his pride and to his credit listened and quietly engaged in dialogue with me. He’s probably one of the least bad guys here and he actually listened, as much as he could, and I had the chance to tell him I loved him but I disagreed with what he does. It was a very productive conversation. I guess there is some work to be done on the inside. Thank God for the opportunity to be here to do it…not that I would not rather be walking through the woods with my Aubern and little buddy Scamper, but at least;… ya know 😉 One more brick just got taken out of the wall. One day soon all this will be forgotten. It is inevitable. Don’t for a second doubt it By the way… who is John Galt?
