by John Smith | Nov 7, 2009 |
[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.]
Tuesday, October 27, 2009 A.D., Day Twenty-Six
You may not believe this but a fellow inmate ordered Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” ad he’s finished it. So, while the brainiacs decide whether to give me the book Sam A. Robrin sent me or that it will turn me into a serial sayer of contrarian thought (surely a terrorist) I’m borrowing “Atlas Shrugged.” “Illuminatus” will likely have to wait as it’s only taken over a week for them (officer Fallon) to get past reading the back cover… which is how she judged the book to begin with… so much for that old slogan to “authorize” my reading aptitude. Surely, I will find a home of some kind of solace in the 1,078 pages somewhere, and some day, I’ just may graduate Kindergarten too, while reading Ayn.
This morning, for the 5th time now, the highly sensitive and “caring” people who claim to be here solely to “help you” (us “inmates”, or primates or whatever they tell themselves and the world to justify their paychecks that we are at the given moment and given audience) neglected to bring enough breakfast trays. It’s not that I was starving so much as to eat the 2 slices of enriched bleached flour white bread with its highly nutritious companion corn flakes so much as how typical the government machine functions (or not) anywhere. Sure, people make mistakes, but this is government, on the county level, if you are going to kidnap and cage human beings, please learn how to count first. It may “help you”… sigh. You only know how that will go. (more…)
by John Smith | Nov 7, 2009 |
[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! (more…)
by John Smith | Oct 30, 2009 |
[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.]
Monday, October 26, 2009 A.D., Day 25 (I can’t believe it!)
Today’s writing was long and varied, so I temporarily scrapped it. It will be revamped and with any hope, it will make sense when I rewrite it.
For now, I want to simply thank every one of you who have written and supported my love of my life, Aubern, and I.
Never in my life have I been so blessed to be part of something so special, so wonderful, so full of love and caring, as well as full of depth of character in the individuals who are part of no group.
Liberty will be in our lifetimes. It is my prayer you will and we will be able to experience it and set the humble example to the world that it can be done.
I want to thank you all by name but I need to send this out with yesterday’s writings (which aren’t too great either but I’m doing what I can).
God bless you all.
Peace, Love Blessings,
Kurt
by John Smith | Oct 30, 2009 |
[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.” (more…)
by John Smith | Oct 28, 2009 |
[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.]
Saturday, October 24, 2009 A.D. Day 23
The Roof
It’s coming down pretty heavy out there and there is a chill in the air. There is the sound of an occasional snore, a television with the volume on low, but low enough that you know it’s some mindless form of distraction, as it almost always is. The inmates beg for direct responses from the “corrections” officers and receive the all too familiar vague answers only people hired not to think or feel can give. There is the echo of the speakers blaring from the task masters “Mister Banker, Mister Durall, Mr. Coll, get ready for work detail!” They are headed out to see “the girls” and milk them and shovel their poop into machines… I guess the cows and the humans are on the same level… slaves of the state, or in this instance, the county as well. An “inmate” which I choose to call “Terry” (that is after all his human name, not “inmate”) says thank you to me for coming over to him with a roll of tissue to blow his nose and dry his tears he is dripping all over the letter he is writing in response to the pictures and letter he just received from his wife and his 18 month old beautiful little girl, he won’t see for at least a month… There is much more to hist story, too, more that the thugs calling themselves “everyone’s government” who dares enter this land. Terry thanks me for the stamp and envelope that I shared with him, knowing that just doing this gets me a “write up” and possibly sent to solitary confinement in East Block. (more…)
