[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.]
Sunday, October 25, A.D. 2009, Day 24 <- Yuckie! 🙂
Family Day
Thanks everyone who sent wishes with Aubern and don’t worry please, I know lives go on out there and I appreciate your thoughts, prayers and wishes. I couldn’t get here to see Sam each and every time either and was often out of state (“state”… how that word nauseates me at times). The nice thing was that I got to have her all to myself for an hour so that, I loved!
When you are with your loved ones (yeah, I’m preaching, but nobody else is so suck it up 🙂 ) please remember that you too, or them for that matter, can easily be gone the next day in some concentration camp like this or God knows what. Words that should have, could have, might have, may have, would have, been said… one thing in this life I want to live without is “regret.” It’s an awful word and a more awful feeling. To live life in eternal bliss is a nice thought but if you consider yourself fairly sane, or want to be, bliss sucks, but an attainable goal, as I see it, is to vigilantly live, say what needs to be said, make love the moment you feel it, tell someone you care, reach out to the person you avoided looking at yesterday (yeah, the homeless guy), live without regret. Inside this world, inside this tine awful world where one is of no use to anyone but feeding private jail corporations, feeding fat government benefit checks, bloated and out of control big government programs (and do you know one that works, be honest) basically “feeding the pig” that is the mob we call “the state,” “the country,” “the city of _____”… mobs of violent, deceived people, who either are violent, or afraid to dare look in the mirror, for fear they see the wreckage they leave on this earth, and it will be too hard to bear or affect their cushy “job.”
A child came into this world yesterday. He was 5 lbs 5 oz. The word didn’t reach the father though. Eli was born 3 weeks early due to some complications in mom’s pregnancy. The grandparents phoned the jail to get word to dad, that he was, in fact, now a dad, but the word conveniently never got to Keith. He did find out today though, but by no grace or concern of his captors and cagers was the way it got to him. His grandparents (for crying out loud) told him over the phone… sweet and sad simultaneously. I find my mind longing for that one week that I will likely miss this year. That week at Christmas time where it seems that everyone forgets, even if but for a week, that they are this “ism” or that “ism.” A time where gifts of love that should be exchanged every day of the year are passed with smiles and differences vanish, even a man who exiles people who create no crimes (endlessly may I add) who calls himself “judge” (of all he sees) may even see or forget his tyrannical and usual placement (or dis-placement) and treats another human as if they truly were on the same level, as though they were truly brothers or sisters. I’m hopeful. There are admittedly many times in my life where I have given up hope; times I’ve given up the idea that the idea is real (some of you know the “idea” I’m speaking of, statists won’t get it). Martin Luther King had a dream. I have one too. Thanks to Jason Sorens and a pile of peaceful trouble-makers, it is a dream I will see in my lifetime and failure is not an option. I’m not giving up and I will not back down. I want this more than any earthly thing (second to Aubern). I want what you want, to live in peace with everyone by the only method that will work. Freedom on every level. Tenacious, attainable, peaceful freedom… yes, I’m rambling. I’m not blogger, for sure.
There was another sad situation that occurred today. Actually there were many, but I don’t want to focus on them. A few more “family-ish” things… my little Shih-tzu stud is going to be a Shih-Tzu daddy (and it’s likely I’ll miss that too).
Okay, I couldn’t find a positive way to make this point but I’ll do my best. There is a young man in here who is probably 18 at best. While the slaves were walking back from making their masters’ profit, he waved to a woman very excitedly. This woman was in the “inmate intake” area being “booked” or “processed.” Don’t you love these politically correct terms for caging humans? The other slaves were looking at him oddly and asked “don’t you know you will get written up for that?” Just as that question was about to reach the excited young man, the words came out of his mouth, loud enough , in hopes they would reach the recipient, “Hi Mom.” Family Day at the human caging facility.
Peace, Tenacious, Vigilant, Peace
Kurt
Sorry this is so messy, Mike. Vision sucks. Getting better as I practice though. Thank you brother.
