by John Smith | Nov 10, 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, November 1, 2009 A.D., Day 31 – 149 to go… or so 🙂
Terrorists
Happy Sunday! Halloween was great! I dressed up as a person who is thought to harm others and to many folk’s eyes I looked real! What a scary guy I am.
Today was visit day and a day for me to be further targeted by the crumbling system of thugs. “After “visiting hours” the jail personnel would not allow my attorney the “unfettered access” granted and mandated by their rules. My good friend Richard (thanks for all you do) made a sign that has been held up at many of our protests reading “APPLE YOUR RULES TO YOURSELVES.” After all, aren’t the “rules” for them too? How about “everyone?” Nope. This is only targeted at me, and likely anyone who attempts (with resounding reception) to illustrate the false legitimacy of the thugs.
Not all of my life has been one where I saw them clearly for who they are. Sadly and shamefully, I fell into the sales pitch, that we need those jails to “put bad people who hurt us.” Being inside sure has proven to me that imagining anything of the slightest bit resembling that cartoon image is simply lies, deception, etc. It is all clear to be and sadly I still have residual damage as a result in that I still, somewhere, in the back of my mind WANT to believe that so it will be all okay and I can feel that false sense of warm, safe and fuzzy that I enjoyed when I was living in dream land. (more…)
by John Smith | Nov 8, 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 31, 2009 A.D., Day 30 – 151 Days to go
Last night’s “battle” with the physicians assistant was interesting, to say the very least. I’m still shaking my head in astonishment. First off, the appointment I was supposed to have with the opthamologist was supposed to occur on Monday or Tuesday of last. It finally happened on Thursday, when the guards announced “there is someone who wants to talk with you” then proceeded to play games with me as to if they would tell me where I was actually going or not. Okay I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt on those items. David Seigal, the physician’s assistant, was downright rude and the double speak was amazing. “Well we live in a very litigious society” was his defense, to his previously offensive comments and lack of desire to rectify the issues of why I can’t walk without excruciating pain. It’s an amazingly sick soul someone has when they tell you that you are “refusing” an MRI after I finally got to the point where I can’t take the abuse and harm they intend. How can it possibly be anything else? I was very direct when I asked “why are you ignoring my condition?”… he replied “what do you want me to do?” as if I’m qualified to know. The conversation continued and I told him to imagine I’m a human being without this orange jump suit on for an instant, that I’m not some horrible person who has harmed anyone to which he went totally off on some tangent about how he didn’t want to have a political debate… who mentioned politics? What??? Hello??? You are “the DOCTOR!” I am a person, a human, suffering in pain. If I ever questioned the Hypocratic oath, it was last night. He’s a statist thug, embezzling and living like many in his legion. I have met the enemy and he’s the state, as a matter of fact, he’s the Doctor for “the state.” Yippe, I got some more Motrin to tear up my guts and how on earth am I going to discover what is wrong with me? Now, he’s scheduling yet another eye appointment. In the meantime I get the nurse with a bedside manner of a grizzly to hand me Motrin. I think they all need to see psychotherapists. I won’t describe here just how nasty and degrading he became when I told him that I’d signed release papers for my wonderful chiropractor, and I also mentioned that my wife will be bringing me papers for me to authorize my friend, a Harvard Doctor, who has volunteered to examine my records as well. That is when I should have known but naive as I am, I did simply expect him not to feel so threatened by my mentioning I was getting a second opinion. hen the door shuts behind you in here, as well as if you show up for court here and even dare question the false authority the illegitimacy of the state’s power becomes crystal clear. When I departed from our “conversation” I only said “God Bless You” because I sure wasn’t capable of it at that time. Today I received a card from Tarrin from the LCL Report. I must let you all know that though I tried, I could not see any of you who were also kidnapped, while they caged 13 of you in here. Thanks for the update Tarrin. Knowing that the message is growing is more strength than you know. Info getting in here is an awful task. To see Yadra and Evan in shackles and chains by the dirty hands of the real enemy was amazing on many emotional levels. Some sadness, some joy. (more…)
by John Smith | Nov 8, 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.]
Friday, October 30, Day 29 – 151 to go
Ma’am Behind The Curtain
The violent ones “allowed” Aubern to “represent” my person in their devilish system. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I signed an apology, as much as I could stand to, to just get me into a position where I can get both remedy for my pain and limited physical abilities and into a position where I can contribute to my family and the world in a way that thugs may not like, by providing for them without begging permission from them.… which sadly and shamefully I have to do so I can do something better for the world. I sure don’t want to rot in here at a cost of nearly $15,000.00 to the tax-payers, most of whom agree that it is against their will, and they don’t approve, never mind the cost of the medical bills, which I sure as heck am not responsible for, and I’m sure the tax-payers aren’t responsible as well. Just who is responsible? I think the man who knows he is, knows. He needs no introduction here, surely.
It is so nice to hear, from all the mail, that many more people are moving here. Lots of people seem to say that Burke’s days are numbered in that seat. Interesting huh? (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.]
Thursday, October 29, 2009 A.D., Day 28 – 152 to go
Don’t Ask
Today is visitation day! I get to see the love of my life! Sweet sadness is the theme.
Much to nobody’s surprise this mail is read by the Gestapo, ah, sorry, I mean government workers. Yes folks, even after sealing it up and placing some security marks on it, as well as recording which guard took which letter and the date being put on the outside of the envelope, they read the mail. Yes folks, some government workers can read, however, when you ask a question, don’t you generally want an answer? Perhaps not if you are asking rhetorically but… not once have I responded to “Mr. Hoffman.” When asked by the guard named Coulme (or Colon) what the reason was and explaining after I asked if he seriously wanted to know why I don’t choose to have a last name rather than my family name he replied in true government fashion by saying rapidly “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense,” then tried to insult me. It’s wise to take what he says with a grain of salt… well if you seriously want to know then be patient enough and have a brain enough to LISTEN! (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.]
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…)
