[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.]
Friday, Oct 23, 2009 A.D. Day 22
Today, I’m weak. Today I’m bewildered. Tody I miss the love of my life. Today I miss hugging all my friends and welcoming new ones with hugs and blessings. Today I shed tears, not for me entirely, but rather… today I can’t write… I just can’t.
[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.]
Thur., Oct 22, 2009, A.D., Day 21
It is said in many circles that patterns in the human mind bear their first fruit after 21 days of enacting that same repetitive behavior. Well, today is that day and I must say the pattern of head and neck pain as a constant nag is nearing its end as far as my wits are concerned. The double-vision and the blurryness and the difficulty focusing have gotten old. All I wanted to do was get to my love and touch, hold and talk to the most previous gift I have on this planet (oh, it’s not my little buddy, Scamper, guys, cut it out (ha ha!)). The truth is only known currently by four people that day. Which version anyone cares enough to believe is theirs to choose. I know where my conscience lays. Can the others say the same to their “Gods?” That is for time to tell now isn’t it?
Tonight is Thursday and God willing and the small minded robots not minding (too much) I’ll have a visitation. That is the highlight of my currently very uneventful and uninteresting life in jail, for telling a megalomaniacal man in a dress that his “laws” mean nothing to me. Perhaps I ought to feel differently but right at this moment I’m about sick of it all as I have been from the moment they pull me over in the guise of keeping the world safe. Bullstuph! When did the “Live Free or Die” state become East Berlin? Never in my life have I experienced more out of control “government” than this, not even in Taxachusettes. (more…)
[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.]
Wed, Oct 21, 2009 A.D., Day 20
Last night after asking 13 different guards, one finally got back to me on a book Sam A. Robrin sent to me. They said “it was denied due to content.” Come to find out it was “Illuminatus,” a book Sam A. Robrin has been wanting me to read for quite some time. The guard named “Beyer” was finally kind enough and respectful enough to inform me. He did also mention that it is in my “private property.” My guess is that they denied it because it was over their own reading levels. Okay, I’ll stop… but seriously, how silly is that?
It appears that they are tracking my mail and I’ll have to outsmart them (which isn’t hard) but, they are often not nice to the “inmates” and have barked at me a few times. I suppose they get to forgetting they are speaking with fellow human beings. I’m not really sure why they feel so threatened that they must track my mail. I sure don’t have the “influence” that Sam or Ian or some other folks have (who are less LOUD than I am). I’m no Dave Ridley.
This morning, as I do every morning, I open both eyes after praying that I can see without double vision… again, nope, and I woke to the usual and all too familiar room spinning thing. The “Doctor” hasn’t looked or examined me once. The Physician Assistant, early on, at least flashed a few lights in my eyes. (more…)
[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 19, 2009 A.D., Day 19
It appears as though the names of the three individuals that are still in the holding cells (aka “the bubble”) are still NOT “processing.” THank you Sam for starting a trend. I refused as well. No photo, no prints, but they put me back in what they call a “day room” (God only knows why they are called that). The quiet, reserved, seemingly nice social worker I warned not to push me at the tax-payers expense, against their will and can you imagine what they would think if they knew why most of these people (including belligerent me) are actually in here? He said only what a person does who knows what they do for a living is deceptive, but they must still protect themselves and each other and say nothing. We all know the score. They may smile and act friendly but their hearts are black or at least misguided… but that excuse seems to be going away now. These days they just shut up until they get a chance to frame you for some supposed “crime.” We all know that the police have lied and embellished, and do it often. All I want them to do is examine their reasons and get honest about why they do it… not just with their “buddies” but with the people they oppress daily. The drug war is an obvious failure. There is a man here who is now on his 17th marijuana charge. He’s a very nice guy really, and he knows what treats his A.D.D. properly and that he has been able to make a living for himself and his family. He’s also told me about how a Swanzey cop framed his once as well. It’s awful that he spent (lost) an entire year and a half of his life in prison and… it’s so, just so sad. We’ve managed to put up our “pumpkin” in a way. The article and photo in the Sentinel about the “4:20 EVERY DAY” pumpkin has been torn out and toothpaste has adhered it to the wall.
While I was still in “the bubble” I heard them (the guards) telling people who were leaving not to go to the 4:20 celebration and that there would be people there trying to force or influence them to join “their cause”… it sounds like they know a) that the gig is up and b) that they are afraid of losing control… Keep up the good work and rest assured people, that the “cause” isn’t “us,” it’s the one that has been in the heats and minds of everyone they have abused and surely LTOS of people in here. (more…)
[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 20, Day 19
Today, I’m a bit irked; why do I never cease to be amazed? SO, here is how I’m starting to see why they are so incentivized to cage people for whatever they want here in NH.… This facility is quite literally giving slave labor to the COuntry Nursing Home just across the street so they can say to the tax payers “look what wonderful things we are doing for you!” The salves… ahhh, ahem! I mean “inmates (wink) are punished for rotten and awful things such as “not asking permission to drive to work to feed their family” or “self medicating” by inhaling the smoke of a burning plant. If you think the Military Industrial COmplex has a good gig then this stuff happening in your backyard really takes the cake… and we all know what happens if you say that you disagree with it… you soon are framed in some bologna conspiracy to be shamed into slavehood, never to make a peep against the establishment gang of things again… “Use the system!” they exclaim or “you’re not going about it the right way!” Well, I now see it this way: imagine for a moment that you are on the Peaceful Pirates baseball team and you are scheduled to play a game against Beelzebub’s Braves. As you are warming up, the umpire arrives, stumbling over home base carrying a white cane and wearing a pennant reading “Go Braves Go!” The umpire shouts “PLAY BALL!” What are you going to do? The ump is obviously blind and favors the opposing team. If you move into position to play and do not object to the umpire, you’ve accepted him and the decisions he makes. If you object to the blind umpire, you expose his deficiencies… thank you Paul [Roane?] and Deb Kalinowski for leading me through this so far. (more…)
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