Letter #8 from Kurt in Jail

by John Smith | Oct 28, 2009 | 87 comments

[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…)

Letter #7 from Kurt in Jail

by John Smith | Oct 28, 2009 | 0 comments

[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.

Letter #6 from Kurt in Jail

by John Smith | Oct 24, 2009 | 6 comments

[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…)

Letter #5 from Kurt in Jail

by John Smith | Oct 21, 2009 | 4 comments

[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…)