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Prison Survival Series

Prison Survival: Medical and Health

The Kop woke me today, trying to get me to go to medical. She was new, and not too-well trained, because she let slip too much information: “It’s either for paperwork or to get some blood.” I told her that I didn’t order any medical service, and that I’m not giving them any blood. (Even though the neo-fascist, his impending new, improved, intensified police state has not yet worked so far down their list to change the law to allow their thugs to simply beat you down and take your blood) She replied, “I’ll be back for you.”

It turned out to be more alarming than dangerous or harmful, or too far away. They have us all locked up tight again, due to some dopie owing more money than aunt, grannie or sis’ checks can keep up with. They sat on us for 40 days this way just last October, and now they’re doing it again. So now we have to be escorted 400 feet through 6 locked doors and gates to get to the medic’s lair. The kops don’t allow you to take anything to read during the hours wasted, waiting for service. The kops think that everything is a weapon. I stuff a science magazine down my back anyway, because I think that this rule is stupid. So do the medics, since the kops can only make them put up a sign, “No books, drinks or food!” They have never tried to disturb my reading in their waiting cage. When their sign only says “brooks”, I tear it down before I leave.

This time, a nurse has brought her cart into the ring of miniprisons: we only have to hassle past two locked doors. She asks me if I want a haemocrit test. When I refuse, she insists that I sign a waiver. Mystery solved: they want feces or paperwork, instead of blood. This test is essential to their prisoner ranching operations. It keeps costs down. Long ago, they noticed that the profits from their inmate herd were being eaten up by the climbing number of lung, throat, stomach, mouth and lip cancer surgeries that they were forced to perform. So they outlawed tobacco. This fixed the graph of costs v. profits. It worked so well that, when prisoner-ranching operations were purchased by the cage corporations, some bean-counter realized that profits could be further enhanced when he noticed the state’s dim clinics were full of inmates slowly dying from bleeding out of there rear ends. Some of the inmates had previously learned both the cause of their colon cancer (years of being baloney-hogs, eating nitrate laden scrap-meats) and how to make judges make the cops give them life prolonging surgery for it. (Prior to inmates gaining expertise in finding the cheese in the legal maze, the state had simply let these ignorami slowly die from palliative only ‘treatment’.) The state suffered these increased costs, passing them on to taxpayers as a mere overhead cost. Cage corporations could not simply raise taxes. They found another way out, and it does not involve providing non-poisonous food. (Family-quality food is still too expensive to waste on hated convictees, even if it could be out in a healthy diet that they would eat.)

The next best, almost-as-good, thing that they did was make a list that extrapolated those people who are most likely to have eaten the most scrap “meat” for the longest time. Everyone on this list gets a yearly visit from the medic, who wants some feces to check for bleeding polyps. This is what qualifies as “preventive care” in prison. You still get to eat the cause of your cancer, but you get to catch the cancers before they become acutely fatal. They are only chronic, and you can have them periodically removed. High as the infection, accident and murder rates are in prison, you could easily die of something else sooner than digestive system cancers. You want to survive while suffering encagement, you have to do your own prevention. Scrap-meats belong on the floor, or on the walls and ceiling tiles. You can only safely eat one ounce of it per week. Because inmates eat it, kops serve it often in place of real meat. Do not eat it, and you save yourself. If everybody didn’t eat it, the kops would bring back real meat. I don’t eat it, and I’ve been not eating it for over 45 year. If you get it, you need to take their test; and you need to stop eating scrap meats. That is, if you want to live.

Prison Survival: Harassment v. Hygiene

Free-range citizens do not usually bother to read about prisons, thinking that they are safe from being caged by the gov’t simply because they do not do serious crime. Such people should think again, for several reasons: Plenty of innocent persons are railroaded into American prisons every day; what you don’t know can hurt you; juries are very ignorant and gullible, as well as easily manipulated; once the lawyer/ prosecutor/judge team gets you past the jury, it is almost impossible to make the lawyers’ system correct itself; prison itself is very dangerous due to violence and the lack of adequate medical care, a punitive diet and forced labor without care for safety equipment or work hazards; prisoners’ lives are controlled by persons who are programmed to hate them; many guards are sociopaths, and; prisons are the gov’t’s test beds for advancements in social- and crowd-control. These are just the most obvious rough spots.

A good example of one conflict between what prison guards think is important and what is really important for human well-being and minimal civil rights is the never-ending fight against petty harassment and the fight for cleanliness and hygiene. Right now, the prison kops are determined to make 2,640 captives get out of their sleeping racks at 10:30 PM, turn on the light and wait, standing, while the kop verifies that the two captives in each cage are present. Usually, the kops cannot be made to state any justification for their demands and threats. This time, since neither kop nor captive wants this time waste and harassment, the boss kops have simply mumbled their all-purpose words ‘security’ and ‘safety’. This has nothing to do with security, because no one has ever escaped from this corporate complex of cages within cages within cages. It has nothing to do with safety, either, because the kops are never more safe than when all of their hated captives are tightly locked up inside their tiniest, toilet-sized, two-man cages. The actual purpose of this nightly harassment is two-fold: it keeps the night-kops busy and on their feet, with their minds occupied so that they are not so bored to death that they go to sleep; it teaches the kops that they can get away with giving the most outrageous and nonsensical orders and their victims will, astonishingly, obey, when threatened or abused enough. The boss kops, free from having to worry about escapes, think that the most important tasks now are keeping their kops awake through make work, and teaching them how to assert their authority through petty harassment, threats and physical/emotional abuse. Education is not a factor in ‘corrections’ except as a justifying pretense.

Intelligent kops realize these two facts, as do almost all captives. Even so, the flunkie kops are forced to perform like trained monkeys the same way as are the captives: through the use of threats of being fired or moved to worse tasks, and the fear of being snitched on by ambitious co-workers for not performing these ritual abuses.

Intelligent captives retaliate by making it cost the kops as much as possible in time wasted and effort maximized. This being a GEO corporate prison, cost is a primary concern, particularly their highest cost, which is labor. It is simple economics: the corporation maximizes profits by employing the absolute minimum number of kops. When the boss kops load up their grunts with harassment-oriented make work, captives try to put them to work at more important tasks.

One such task is the filthy food-tray problem. It works like this: the kops have cut costs to the bone by forcing their captive victims to eat cold slop delivered to the ‘big’ cage (max. occupancy=48 to 64 men). The offal is thrown away. Edible portions are eaten or saved. Hungry men scavenge through the garbage left on the eaten trays. The kops continuously steal any containers suited for food storage, forcing their victims to save back the trays themselves, which are trafficked between captives like used syringes to dope addicts. (There is nothing to do in prison but eat.) The half-eaten leftovers and garbage dry on them. The tray-washer inmates routinely do not get these rock-hard deposits of festering garbage removed. Inmate servers put more slop atop these encrustations. They are sent out again as ‘food’ to unwary captives who, too late, find that their food was put on top of dried, infected garbage. No amount of complaints have been sufficient to fix the harassment problem or the hygiene problem, but we did manage to make the health dept. make the kops police the hoarded trays. This extra labor lasted one day. Obviously, harassment is much more important to the kops than sanitary food delivery.

Prison survival often hinges upon forcing the health dept. to make the kops take time off of their harassment duties to tend to food safety) and only constant deluges of complaints accomplish this sanitation.

Prison Survival Fire: Part Two

Once you have accomplished fire, you need a way to sustain it. Twisted up toilet paper can make a smouldering wick a few feet long, from which more flame can be easily created. Be careful not to attract the Kops by setting off a smoke detector. Also, nosy inmates will home in on the smell, so you have to be careful of them snitching you off. They either snitch directly to the Kops, or their bragging about how clever they are for having caught you attracts other snitches who sneak off to inform on you to the Kops. You can make a candle out of most deodorant sticks: just braid-up a wick for it out of flammable cloth. Most cloth is fire retardant, so you will have to experiment. Fire retarding chemicals don’t wash off easily, so you may rather braid a wick out of cotton you find in pill bottles. Toilet paper doesn’t have enough strength to hold together when it’s saturated with oils. Most deodorants can be made to burn like candles, but some of them have too much water, which will build up and down the flame. The best way to sustain a flame is to use oil. Prison is full of grease, fat and oil. All of which will burn. The oil I use comes from soy, and it is used to pack sardines and mackerel. The water in it can be easily drawn out from the bottom with a straw. Fish particles can be strained out through cloth or toilet paper. Purified oil can can boiled to drive out the fish smell, then put into a camouflaging bottle to fool the Kops out of stealing it. Oil lamps are as complicated as specially cut and folded pop cans, or as simple as a disk of aluminium floating in a bottle cap. Cut a hole for the wick in it with a razor blade and pull it through. As the oil burns, water is produced. After half an hour or so, you may have to add more oil, or stop to remove the water. The flame starts guttering when water begins to collect too much. Also, large flames will begin to hiss. Small flames are best, because oil burns fast. Plastic welding takes a lot of time, too. The best thing about oil is the cleaner flame that is least likely to set off the Kops smoke detectors. With enough practice, and refined tools, striking a fire and sustaining a flame in prison is almost as easy as having a match and a candle the kops can’t stop you from making fire. This level of deprivation is still outlawed, more or less. All your tools and machines still need to be disassembled and camouflaged, or they’ll figure out how to screw you out of this, too. Their ignorance is your power.

Prison Survival Fire!

Decades ago, the Kops took away all easy means of making fire from prisoners. Now we do it the stupid, hard way. They can’t stop us; only make it more difficult. You need two pieces of metal, like a big staple or paper clip. Put them in the electrical socket, one at a time, so that they stick straight out, unconnected. Begin with the common prong side, because it is not “Hot”. This one only takes electricity away, so it can’t shock you. It has a white wire attached to it. You can tell which one is the common by noticing which prong is the thin one. The “hot” hole is the wide one that takes the wide prong. Put the metal in the hot hole while wearing gloves, or only when standing in rubber shoes and not holding any type of ground. It can’t shock you unless you are in contact with anything that will conduct electricity to the ground. Next, shave off a piece of aluminium from a pop can or foil from a food wrapper. Wrap it in toilet paper or cotton. Touch its ends to the ends of the paper clips while holding it with tweezers you’ve made of rolled up sticks of paper. I you did it correctly, it will burst into flame. If not, nothing will happen; you might get some smoke, or you might blow the breaker if your shaving is too thick. Always try small stuff first, then larger, to get to the right size of jumper-wire. Blowing the breaker always brings the kops to pilfer through all your possession and lock you up. You can do the same thing with batteries too, when the kops deprive you if electricity. Its amps that make fire, and resistance, so connecting your batteries in parallel is more efficient, even though only one triple-a battery is enough to make fire if you are good at it. You will often have to scrape plastic sheathing off of aluminium foil to make a connection. Soaking in oil for days will sometimes make it easier to remove than abrading it. This way, you may get the foil out in bigger pieces, which is better for making wires. The difference between a wire and a fire-making element, in aluminium, is diameter. The thicker it is, the less resistance there will be to make it melt or burn. The Kops have been trying to take foil away from us for decades, but it’s just too indispensable in food packaging. To take all foil away from us, the Kops would have to stop selling us junk food and anything in a plastic bottle with a screw cap. The Kops are certainly not going to forgo the fat profits that they make off of us through selling us overpriced junk food. In prison, fire is not just for lighting the cigarettes that the Kops smuggle in. It’s also useful for welding plastic. I saw a guy fix a fan guard that had been kicked apart. Once you get fire, you’ll need a wick, candle or oil lamp to keep it going. I’ll cover this another time…

Prison Survival

Prison is where necessity forces you to make what you need out of nothing. E.g. for decades, the prison Kops at McAlester sold us defective pens. This is a common theme in all prisons sometime because the Kops abhor you communicating with outsiders. We would have to buy bic pens by the handful to find one or two that would write more than a line before quitting. We’d shake it violently, like a thermometer, it to write another line. This kind of chicanery would force us to steal pens from the Kops, who were always wandering up and down the cages wanting our signature for something. To get it, they’d have to give us their pen, which was a cheap one like a Bic, given to them by the state, which always worked, the hard part was stealing the first one, or finding an empty one in the trash. Then it was easy to just switch out an empty one with the Kop when they wanted your signature. We would wind up with many different incompatible pen tips and ink barrels. To force them to work required scotch tape, which the Kops would use to re-seal our mail after snooping through it. We tear it off, wet it down, scrape the paper off, let it dry, and then use it to tape two ink barrels together end to end. From here, we had to make a centrifuge to make the ink in the top barrel squeeze past the air in the bottom barrel, which had the tip on it that worked. For this, we need a length of string to tie onto the upper end so we can spin it around in a circle. If you’ve done this right, you can refill an empty pen with ink from a defective pen without slinging ink all over the cage. When you don’t have a pen barrel that will fit over the tip and the ink reservoir you have to roll it up tight in a sheet of paper to get something rigid enough to write with. Never feel bad about stealing pens from the Kops. They created this situation by deliberately selling us defective pens and refusing to get right despite massive prisoner complaints. Additionally, they will steal far more from you than you will ever be able to steal from them. During their last two Bi-Annual cage ransacks, they even stole my new shoe strings, which I never got to use. Senseless thievery like this is what they steal rags, for the past 5 years, my handkerchiefs have been boxer shorts. This is the only way to keep these spite filled, mindless, thieving shits from stealing my cleaning rags: Do without clothes! The Kops force their helpless victims to create thousands of work-around to their thievery and harassment, most of which must remain secret, because the Kops don’t have to be inventive to take away anything you have made.

Toothbrush, Pen Equals Security Nightmare

The guard’s fondest wet dreams came true not long ago. An idiot inmate got ripped off for a dollar by some Negro inmates one time too many and decided to get even. Since the guards have metal detectors, inmates now scratch, cut and poke each other with plastic. First time, it was a toilet brush handle whittled down to a point. The guards now do not permit clean crappers.

Next, a pair of idiot inmates poked a guy with a pen barrel. The Kops took away all the pens and pencils for months, then began selling limp noodle pens and 3-inch, eraserless pencils. The latest idiot inmate, appropriately going by the prison alias “Pot head”, poked a thieving Negro with a sharpened toothbrush. The Kops immediately began stealing everyone’s toothbrushes. After a month’s delay, they began selling half length, phony toothbrushes that are too soft to clean teeth, and too short to reach them. (Try cutting the handle off your toothbrush and using it by holding the remainder between your thumb and forefinger.) There’s going to he a lot of prison dental bills and toothless prisoners in the future because of this idiocy/sadism.

Because brainless prisoners can’t think 7 minutes into the future and grasp the routine, standard, mass-punishment the priscrats pull every time in response, everyone else has to lose their teeth to common rot we haven’t seen since the previous dark age 500 years ago. Such stupidity makes me want to sharpen a coffee cup or a snuff can and use it on the idiot inmate who thoughtlessly got our toothbrushes stolen. (Attention cops and prosecutors! The previous sentence is called “sarcasm” and should not be used by you to dupe parole board kops and juries into branding me with your favorite fear and guilt inducing word, “violent”.) I’d like to see the kops make these idiots drink coffee with their fingers and carry their snuff in paper bags.

Prison Legal Help Farce

Not long ago I asked prison lawclerk Bill Cathey, via paper request, “Please provide caselaw citations that rule that a court’s judge can be bypassed when he refuses to rule on the facts of a case.” A Mcalester judge (Barteld) had sat on a simple question of law for a solid year, simply refusing to rule that I was right and the law was irrefutably on my side. His plan was simply to ignore me and my Habeas Corpus forever and hope I was too stupid to go over his head.

Cathey typed me out a full page response loaded with questions trying to guess unimportant details of my case. He offered the standard suggestion (sue for a ruling from the Okie Supremes ordering him to rule or let me bypass the crook). Then he offered a single, partial citation of caselaw I was to cite to the higher court as precedent for my request for them to make him rule or let me past him. The citation was Picard vs Connor 10th circuit court of appeals. The book and page numbers were missing. This case could not be found by us without this information, and he knew it.

Weeks later I was able to finagle my way to the prison “law” library. This is where they put you in a cage only a few feet from the lawbooks and let you beg for a law clerk to find the right one of hundreds and let you actually touch and read it.

While there I told Cathey exactly how Okie McJudge Bartheld was screwing me to death with his particular brand of legal chicanery. I also asked Cathey for the numbers required to find his Picard vs Connor.

I never got it. Like a sleazy lawcrat, he began slipping sideways, changing the subject, dodging the question, and finally ran off promising to get it twice, then he just didn’t come back. Talking to other victims in adjacent cages revealed that Cathey and other prison lawclerks routinely save time by simply forgoing caselaw searches in favor of simply dreaming up nonsense and duping the ignorant prisoners into believing it is an actual bonafide law citation we can use in our petitions to judges. Having thus been reminded of the routine duplicity that ever occurs among highly-trained prison lawclerks, I realized suddenly the missing parts of Cathey’s spurious caselaw citation. The missing parts had more to do with his TV watching habits than his special lawclerk training. The complete citation is thus: (Captain) Picard vs (Roseanne) Connor.

Incidentally, the Okie Supremes did order this robed McMaggot to rule, and it was the only one of hundreds of lawsuits I “won”. Judge McMaggot promptly ruled a page full of complete and utter gibberish, deliberately incoherent, that had almost nothing to do with my contentions, then he lawlessly pre-dated his pile of semantic feces to make it appear that he’d vomited it months earlier. (see: C-99-207 in McAlester district court) His own clerk would not participate in his lie and stamped it with the actual date he dictated it to her. She sneaked this true date of creation at the bottom of the last page and signed it. I appealed this McCrap ruling to the Okie supremes. They are still sitting on it, but will eventually rule their own type of lawless, criminal gibberish. The club of powerful, robed vermin is so strong and immune to oversight and quality control that they could simply wipe their diarrhea-laden rectums on petitioner’s lawsuits and their cronies in the higher courts would merely accept and possibly repeat this behavior as a lawful “ruling of the court”. They are as crooked as they want to be, and no power on Earth can make them get right.

8-10-00: They did file a bag of self-serving crap. (see: OCCA “Order Declining . . . (out duty to uphold the law)” no. HC-2000-962

The case itself is so extremely simple that a child of 8 would immediately see the logic and agree with my contentions. Not so, a corruption of old, rich lawcrats in positions of power. First, there is the 14th amendment of the U.S. Constitution that, in theory only, “guarantees” equal protection of the law for everyone. This is supposed to keep judges, cops, bureaucrats, electocrats, etc, from passing out favoritism for money and other consideration, such as immunity to the law for themselves, sale of law to lobbyists, freedom from ever having to pay traffic tickets for them or their families, or hiring relatives to work with them at high-pay, low-work, perk-laden gov’t jobs.

As you can see, the equal protection clause of the 14th amendment works only in the fantasies of idealists, who often have jobs implanting this nonsense in the minds of ignorant schoolchildren.

The 2nd part involves a grandstanding prosecutor at my trial named Jerry Truster. (How ironic that a corrupt, lying, evidence-stealing lawcrat should wield “trust” in his surname.) He and a pack of crooked, lazy cops duped a jury of ignorant, patriotic fools into branding me guilty based solely on the word of two liars who saw the actual killer, but took the cop’s word that it was me instead.

The main liar, Mrs Dorothy Nell Hunt, inherited her husband’s pornography business when her husband was murdered by the porn dealers he was snitching off for the cops. It was an election year, and the local prosecutor, Buddy Phallus (again, how ironic!) was battling with Okie-city prosecutor Andy Coats, on who was to wedge themselves into the governor’s seat. Their means to this end was the usual “clean up our streets” pabulum in which they sucked up votes by attacking the scum who sold porn to perverts.

Both failed, and when they had no more use for Mrs Hunt’s snitchery and porn, they nailed her too. She sold her porn biz and bought a lawcrat who “won” an appeal in the Okie Supreme court. They cooked up an “out” for her, saying that she should get 2/3rds off her obscenity sentence solely because it was now not fair when the prosecutor re marked on how porn increases the crime rate. This whole river of lawcrat sewage can be found in Hunt vs a cr ap 601 p.2d 470 1979. The 5 powerful (and richer) judges said,
‘. . . this (improper comment) can not be allowed”.

This is exactly opposite of what they said to me about the exact, same grandstanding prosecutor’s remark in Bauhaus v Ok cr ap 532 p.2d 434 four years earlier.

When people purchase legal loopholes such as this, the Judges rarely let it be pub lished in any lawbooks; somehow this got into the lawbooks, though it was only one ex tremely convoluted snippit of judge-vomit buried beneath an alp of more judicial ravings. Even so, the judges did reverse their opinion on this particular bit of standard prosecutor’s closing argument bilge. The word quickly spread amongst the prosecutors and they quickly stopped raving at juries about the crime rate and instead adopted a slightly different emotionally charged rave to induce the 12 fools into conviction mode.

Not having a well-oiled machine of numerous clerks, paralegals, lawyers, prosecutors and judges to warn me of when and how the judges change their minds and the law: in doing so, I didn’t blunder across this for 20 years. Soon as I found it, I took it to the same judges whose throats had erped it. They ducked their jobs, probably because I didn’t have a sleazy porn biz to convert into cash and hand over to one of their bag-men. In H-98-1269, it “only” took about 50 days for them to say, “Don’t bypass the Tulsa court.” Thus they forced me to waste more months of my life asking the same crooks who lied me into prison to give me the law they stole from me to get me convicted.

There was only one possible outcome to this, and they stalled around as long as possible. I had to sue them to make them rule, and they stole another year of my life before issuing the “no” that was the foreordained conclusion.

Knowing the Tulsa judges were crooks, I simultaneously petitioned the McAlester judges for the same justice. This is the same McJudge I railed about earlier in this essay, and he also took a year to issue his expected “no”, proving he is a crook too. Worse, he (and all judges) was a crook with immunity, so he can never be punished no matter how often he gets caught stealing, lying, or selling lawchanges for money.

To shorten a long, agonizing story encrusted with judgecrime, it took at least 5 lawsuits and almost 2 years to leap through all the legalistic hoops and force corrupt, illegal, justice-stealing decisions out of the throats of 7 judges in 3 courts.

In the final state-judge vomit-orgy, the 5 okie supreme judges completely dodged the only question I put to them, “Why shouldn’t the same justice you gave Hunt apply to me?” They had nothing at all to say about the fact that the favoritism they sold to the pornseller had finally come back to haunt them, ever-so-slightly. They declined to do their duty and uphold the letter of their own law. They threw precedent into the garbage along with the 14th and other amendments of the constitution. Why? Because they are paid to keep people in prison, especially innocent persons like me who prove with their own words how extremely corrupt their law monopoly is. They have to conceal their corruption inside specially isolated prisons so they can keep their taxherds duped into apathetic submission. No matter that these judges are actively assisting the real killers in escaping their wizened claws o’ justice. If too many people uncovered the fact that corruption is the rule, not the exception, these robed bacteria and their bag-men would be dragged out of their ivory towers of opulent splendor and thrown into the same sadistic cages they’ve so gleefully consigned others to for millions of man years.

The next step is to (again) plumb the depths of federal judge-corruption. (see: 00-5146, 10th circuit) Since the state judges are so secure in their immunity that they can concoct the law any way their whim strikes, T sent this same, exact question to the Denver judges. They will duck their duty too, aligning themselves with the kil ler and against this innocent man, the law and the constitution. Nothing is more important to them than rubberstamping the corruption of the single lying cop who started this mess and the train of lawcrats who chose to assist him. The law means nothing to the cops and lawcrats but a slight obstacle to their plans. They must merely pay lip service to the law as they connive-up ways to get around it to achieve their sordid goals of self-aggrandizement, continued influence-peddling and power over others.

I also appeal McJudge Bartheld’s gibberish past the okie supremes to the okie fed court in Muskogee. This will lead the judges there to also being forced to display their allegiance to the killer when they parrot the same thing the lower judges said; (“Too late! You Waive:”). After this, the 10th circuit Denver judges will get it and have another chance to demonstrate their contempt for the law by protecting the killer. Eventually the U.S. Supremes will get 2 more chances to parrot their contempt for the law too, as they also protect the killer.

What else can I do but make these maggots-of-law show their true colors? They suffer zero quality control now, but maybe after their monumental corruption fills enough records they will be put in the cages they so richly deserve. I can dream, but the line of grafters standing up to replace them is infinite. Like Gore, Hush and McCain, they talk a load of reform, but none of it ever manages to occur after they’ve duped their ways into office.

Corrective Debilitation

Today, (9-15-11), the Pew Center announced the results of a study in which it found that, after three years, 408 of ex-cons suffer recycling through the state’s conviction machine. What, specifically, may be some of the causes of this?

Perhaps the major cause, behind the obvious lack of moral character, is the fact that they are easy targets for lazy cops to recycle. Their names are already in the cops’ databases. The cop-computer spits out custom ized lists of names for each crime typed into it. Each name is of a target previously convicted of that particular crime. Jurors are easily led to re-convict persons who are already forever branded as criminals. Why expend effort to uncover new criminals when old criminals are so easy to re-convict? (DNA proves that, in the case of death sentences, which are the gold standard of the lawyer’s system, fully seven percent of its convictees are completely innocent, having nothing whatsoever to do with the crimes for which they were scheduled to die. This failure rate is compounded by the fact that it encourages the lucky criminals who got away to perform more, worse crimes in the future.)

This 40%, (3 year) failure rate of “corrections” industries may also be partially explained by its systematic undoing of its “corrective” function by its “Security” apparatchik. E.g., the corrections industry, though full of programs, is very anemic in rehabilitative substance. Many of its programs are faith-based, which constitutes taking advantage of a free service in lieu of providing a costly professional approach. Other programs, such as “Cognitive Behavior Therapy” and its many positive thinking variants, have a slight, discernable effectiveness and basis in psychology, but are taught by guards who have accepted the title of “counselor” rather than by trained professionals in the field which invented the theory. In fact, real prison psychologists are reserved for chronic and emergency care, such as suicide prevention.

Captives are forced to attend such classes through threats and inducements. Some accept the value of what is taught. More seem to simply feign belief to obtain what feeble “goodtime” that is offered. Captives are realists, learning better ways of manipulation while suffering manipulation. They learn and practice a set of behaviors designed for dealing with their captors, and practice a different set of behaviors required for dealing with fellow captives.

Psychology, as a whole, is known for its nebulosity: its effectiveness can not be accurately measured, as can the exact sciences. What effectiveness it may have is easily destroyed by outside factors, such as, in prison, daily, petty harassment and mental or even physical torture by guards, prisoncrats and administrators. E.g., in all prisons, there is a constant, continuing fixation on counting all their victims, day and night, every hour or two. This occurs in extreme forms that border on the clinical definition of insanity. Two guards count each captive twice each time. One guard bangs on each cage to wake his victims when his flashlight in their eyes fails to do so. He can see two victims in each cage. It is never dark, as the lights are always on to some degree, and the cages are specially constructed to be like fishbowls; there is no place in the cage that his eyes can not see. Yet he or she will not go away and leave their victims in temporary peace. Sometimes they will even demand a “Stand Up:” count. The reason for these mental tortures are never revealed. Their victims are left to guess, because any explanation of this behavior would be indefensible.

One of my guesses is a deliberate policy of “Corrective Debilitation”. This strategy is linked to the 1998 findings of University of Pennsylvania Professor Martin Seligman, and his work that amounted to torturing dogs with electricity. These dogs, he discovered, went into a state of abject submission. He called this process “Learned Helplessness”. This appears to be exactly what the guards of prisons, particularly corporate-profit prisons, are teaching; helplessness in the face of their terrible, uncheckable power to harass and torture, 24 hours/day, seven days/week, for decades.

Teaching helplessness would seem to counteract the corrections industry programs that teach positive thinking. Is it possible to think positively while enduring constant harassment and torture from people who are determined to teach you helplessness? Almost all the captives in my researches respond according to the conditions of their sentence. The ones who are lucky enough to have escaped the lawyers’ system with an end date to their sentences try to survive with their mental abilities intact by focussing on this end date. The ones who have had their lives taken away either suicide or try to make pretend-lives within prison around the constant harassment. They exhibit abject submission and learned helplessness toward prisoncrat observers, yet often appear to their fellow captives to possess a death wish or display psychopathy or psychopathic tendencies.

Corrective Debilitation arises from the stereotyping and hatred of prison employees determined to add extra punishment to persons sent to prison as punishment and needs to be itself corrected if successful reintigration is an actual goal of “Corrections” industries. This needs to occur because laws change at whim of elected officials and due to sudden onset of pressure from the mal-governed.

Prison Survival Techniques

When a prisoner discovers that he has an infected sore from having to sleep on a plastic pad, it is a serious matter that could result in scarring, sickness and death. Prisons breed supergerms this way that are resistant or immune to antibiotics. Such infections need treatment immediately, not after many days of wrangling with recalcitrant medic/bureaucrats over proper papershuffling procedures. Save your skin and possibly your life by always maintaining a small horde of asprin and replace it quickly each time the prison guards steal it from you. Asprin is very useful for many reasons, one of which being that it is a mild acid. Soak two asprin in a little water and gently rub it into infected sores once a day or so until the prisoncrats decide to render real medical treatment to you. This will slow or even cure infections before they can kill you or cause you to lose toes, fingers or limbs. This is especially important for diabetics to know. But don’t let this slow efforts to force adequate medical treatment from the ‘crats. You could still easily die without it.

Culture and Psychology Insights

Here is some psychology and culture: They just moved a youngster into my cage who is a Salvadoran who slipped into the US to indulge in our technological and economic superiority, and to escape the poverty inherent in his own culture. (Jarin Trochez, 609540, who, I discovered, too late, is infected with one of the toughest, antibiotic-resistant strains of tuberculosis and is not taking his medicine, ensuring that his occasional use of them, when the nurse is watching, his strain of TB become even MORE tough for future victims to beat.) Today is 7-5-2010. He seems to be a shy kid, steeped in ignorance and tradition, yet knowledgeable enough to speak, yet not read or write, english. I have done nothing but be polite to him, and let him play with my TV, since he has nothing else to relieve the incessant boredom of the total lockdown. In return, he pushes his stuff closer and closer to my stuff, as if he is a dog whizzing on my territory. Knowing that this is a common practice of all minorities that I have been forced to suffer, I ignored it, as I hope that my mature attitude will cause this petty, cowardly, sneakily challenging behavior to eventually cease. (Indians, Negroes and Hispanics all pull this “disrespectin”‘ stunt on each other and on Caucasians.) This strategy seldom works. Polite ignoring has only caused him to try new aberrant behavior. E.g, he picked up his cup, (one of the objects he is using to crowd out my cup and soap dish) and asked, inanely, “IS this your cup?” Equally inanely, I replied, “I thought it was yours.” and then made a production of pointing out that the styrofoam cup behind all his objects (cup, spoon, picture and frame, jar, letter, bracelet and now, a bag of coffee) is mine.

My amateur psychologist opinion is that these obstreperous cultures pull these erratic, pushy maneuvers to gauge the extent to which they may safely exploit their target. In fact, I had one of them, (an Indian kid) explain how he was taught his ‘dissin’ techniques by a Negro. He explained how he would start very carefully by slightly nudging his intended victim’s shoe out of its normal position. He later tried this on me. I detail this and how this person is a series of disasters in my essay “Bred for Crime: Michael Mitchell” and “Chimp Culture…”, which is on my netsite, along with other examples.

Politeness, along with the tactic of ignoring such pettiness, is usually taken for weakness, and often results in less and less subtle attacks until the victim is outraged enough to retaliate. In the case of young punks trying to uncover exactly how far they can exploit their elders, the age of the victim is not completely calculated by the tender young mind. The only side of the victimization equation that ignorant, impulsive young minds can deduce is, “I can win a fight”. The other side of the equation appears to be invisible to their version of reality. Older persons know that their strength, stamina, endurance, etc, may not be up to par with those of a young, acquisitive punk. Older persons often accept the fact that training, if any, and fighting skills may not be sufficient to overcome the youth advantage of their attacker. Older persons also realize that they sustain injury easier, and that their healing powers are less and take longer. Knowing these conditions exist, intelligent older persons try avoidance strategies first, which normally work for only very short times because minorities crave attention, especially from: Caucasians. Caucasians are their measuring sticks and the ideal to which they grudgingly aspire and secretly wish to emulate in selected aspects. Caucasians “ignore” impoverished minorities largely because the two groups have little in common, time is limited, Caucasians achieved their positions of wealth, power and social and technological supremacy through hard work, learning and by limiting wasted time spent on unprofitable enterprises. All persons have a tendency to gather around successful persons. When persons perceived as successful limit the time that success-seekers have to possibly learn secrets of success, an affront is often assumed. This is why avoidance strategies seldom work, or only work temporarily, and often result in further, more brash attacks. Next, the victim of such attacks should try common ‘defusing’ methods, the most famous of which is the Bill Clinton, “I feel your pain” schtick. Politicians work this empath/sympathy angle with great success. Every successful politician has obtained his position of power in large part due to his ability to feign and protray empathy with voters and his elite fellows. This same strategy works well against needy cage-sharers, but tends to cost much time that could be spent much more profitably than stroking some underachiever’s ego. When trapped into baby-sitting such people, it is of great utility to learn and employ methods that gradually wean them away from depending upon you for their entertainment, subsidization of their addictive habits and any other exploitations that they attempt. My own experiences in this regard are instructive. One extreme parasite I was forced to endure was Jack Hawkins. He landed in my cage after a very stupid Tulsa convenience store robbery where the idiot he had paired with disobeyed orders to leave their getaway car running, After Hawkins finally screwed up his courage enough to snatch and run, they simply sat in the dead car until the police arrived, pretending to be innocent.

Hawkins, like most inmates, tended to cultivate a large group of ‘friends’ to mooch from, particularly cigarettes. I finally got tired of it and told him, “You know what? You and I are going to quit smoking”. Then, instead of giving him the cigarette he craved, I threw the whole pack out the window where no one could get them. I did the same with snuff and coffee.

Now I do not have any vices except for salty snacks, which I strictly limit. The inmates’ incessant search for mooching targets, and my anger at it, caused me to live a much healthier life.

Hawkins’ reaction was passive and disbelieving. Instead of running for the soup-ladle handle “dagger” that he kept hidden in the broom, he ran out to mooch off some other target. Though he put on a good-natured facade, he was a cur at heart, and frightened for that day when he would meet the fate he knew he deserved. Hence his need to have a weapon nearby. One day of reckoning came when he told me that he had seen the 3rd man of our cage engaging in homosexual behavior and wanted my support in telling him to move out. I don’t even remember the guy’s name, but I liked him better than Hawkins. I told Hawkins to go find another place to live.

He made a move for the broom behind me. I kneed him in his face. He moved out, and I threw his dagger out the same window to join my tobbacco in no man’s land.

More subtle, less dangerous methods of weaning parasites and ‘disrespecter/exploiters’ exist. You can try to play one off against another of his kind. This works more often than one would think, because they share many characteristics. When they gradually gravitate back to you and where their vices are supplied, it is often helpful to shame them or put them to work. Sarcasm, artfully applied, works for me. It is especially effective when used by Caucasians against cultures that harbor jealousy and envy toward American culture. In the example of the shoes-moving, possession crowding types of pettiness, when it persists too long, I will loudly note some disagreeable proposition as a ‘joke’, such as , “Your possessions seem to have an affinity for my possessions; crowding around them like momma cats in heat. Why are your possessions so fascinated with my possessions? Oh, I figured it out: they are just trying to be like that pizza commercial, and “gather ’round the good stuff:”, hoping that some of my success will rub off on them.”

This works because you have changed their perception of their behavior from “I’m testing whitey” to “Ugh; Whitey thinks I want to be like him, and he is not intimidated like I wanted, he is entertained by my foolishness.”

Realize that these are dramatized examples, exaggerated for effect, and not subtle as most social interaction needs to be, which is why we have aphorisms such as, “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” You win also because he has not thought much or any beyond his goal of provoking a reaction from you, while you have taken the time to tune your reaction perfectly and to make it lengthy enough for him to remember his inability to provide a worthy, studied response.

Of course, sarcasm, parody, irony and related verbal and literary skills can easily provoke aggressive reactions in the less educated, as well as more jealousy, envy and hatred. One must always strive to present these concepts in a lighthearted, good natured, friendly manner in order to get them to work most effectively. “Defuse” means to avoid escalation of the conflict, and humor does this work best.

Another strategy is to put these limited minds to work. People who gravitate to you or follow you around or watch you work often will not wish to hold things for you, sharpen your pencils, make you coffee, spell words for you or run errands. If there is competence and utility in them, they can be put to actual, profitable work in return for what they mooch. Otherwise work tends to drive them away or make them find other sources of business for themselves. working them also has the disadvantage of causing them to increase their mooching behavior due to a sense of entitlement. Psychologists who only know abnormal psychology from a free-world perspective may tell you that negotiation is a viable possibility. It is, but only just barely, and often not, in a captive setting. Attempts at negotiation are taken as a sign of weakness to be exploited, especially in cooperate prisons, which are designed to enslave the worst of the poorest, most mal-educated, most labor-exploited hordes from backward countries and foreign and domestic ghettos. Persons fleeing their own corrupt govts and enticed here by our own are adept at detecting weakenss. Even in international relations, it is a common truism that negotiation is most effective when performed from a position of strength. (This is less negotiation than dictation.) In corporate ghetto prisons, a willingness to negotiate causes the opponent’s demands to increase. The bureaucrats who run both govt and profit prisons are gradually waking up to the fact that the animosity between races, ethnics,cultures and religions are both real and incurable. They have had this reality rubbed into their faces where it can not be ignored or talked away. This is because their costs rise dramatically when they cause stabbings, beatings, and other injuries by forcing ‘multiculturalism’ upon the people that they oppress. Gradually the voting public is becoming too knowledgeable to much longer accept the propagandist’s nonsense of “gangs did it”. What the cops, politicians, judges and media “news” sellers call “gangs” and “terrorists” are actually races, ethnics, cultures and religions. The first officials in America to recognize this fact, or at least unconsciously act on it out of necessity, were California prison administrators. They recently defied simplistic civil rights law that dictated that minorities must be interspersed with Caucasians so that they can eventually obtain “equality”. Despite many decades of forced equality, all people still tend to prefer the race, ethnicity, culture or religion that is their own. At best, the lawyers who devised this artificial environment have accomplished little more than tolerance in Caucasians of a certain few minorities. When the noise or other annoyance level rises high enough, Caucasians will retire in an attempt to find a more pleasing environment, and the minorities will attempt to find and follow them to their richer pastures, when possible.

The California prison bureaucrats found that, by defying these civil rights laws, they could drastically reduce their medical costs due to a sudden and continuing decline in violence. By illegally separating the Negroes in one wing, the Hispanics in a second wing, and the Caucasians in a third wing, medical costs decreased so much that the state could fire much of their medical staff, saving millions that could be diverted to building and filling more prisons. That this resulted in a court order to eventually expell 90,000 captives for lack of medical care is unfortunate as it was incompetent.

Despite the obvious common sense of this practice, captives should not expect it to move far or soon to where it can be enjoyed by others. Only high prison medical costs cause this practice to occur, so far, and only in progressive states with excessive prisoner warehousing operations. When or if these strategies fail to work, there remain the methods of Count Machiavellian, which can be obtained through libraries and bookstores, as can the writings of Sun Tzu. In worst cases of youthful captives abusing older captives, options are severely limited. All prison administrations have operations manuals that profess to provide ‘safe’ environments for their captives. Their definition of ‘safe’ merely means that they will minimize the chances that you will die of negligence that can not be easily concealed or blamed on other causes. In their ‘safe environment’ you can still suffer daily physical and psychological injury and abuse such that will cause insanity, murder and suicides. They will almost never receive any type of punishment for this, or much incentive for improvement. Your defense and well-being is your task, and may sometimes require quick, decisive retaliation designed to disable your tormentor with the least risk of injury to yourself. This brings us back to the side of the equation that youth, in its ignorance and laziness, can’t seem to calculate to the proper degree; the surprise attack.

A properly planned and executed surprise attack can force the largest, most dangerous individual to cease his attacks. Weapons are not needed, but physical fitness is. Becoming physically fit entails a daily exercise regimen. Performing fitness routines in the cage tends to intimidate the other inhabitants. Watching you work out and gain fitness and stamina changes their perception of you from weakness to a possible threat. Psychological warfare is common in prison too. Captives tend to use protective coloration by feigning the personality of psychopaths. By working out and talking viciousness as a lifestyle, you may well convince your enemies to forgo further attacks, obviating the need for any surprise attack. A disadvantage is that this gets back to the prisoncrats and they mark you down in their files as a vicious psychopath, which is their tendancy anyway. An advantage of having to take time out to get fit is that the problem child will often shoot himself in the foot and be dragged off by the kops for other offenses.

When one is forced to take extreme measures for defense, one must also plan for the consequences of permanently injuring or disabling the person who insists upon torturing, harassing, extorting or stealing from you.

The kops tend to punish all the participants in a conflagration, thinking that this universal disincentive will lessen recurrence of violence. If months of lockup, extra harassments by the kops and thefts of purchasing rights are less important than peace and relief from inmate predation, then a surprise attack may be warranted.

Most inmates who enjoy sadism or practice theft or parasitism still adhere to the unwritten code that fights must be ‘fair’ and that certain practices are forbidden. In the case of an older captive being attacked by a younger person, these rules may be ignored. The older man has too much to lose, and the aggressor forfeits the right to fair play. His testicles may be smashed, his eyes gouged, wrists or knees broken, whatever it takes to make him cease, including death, in serious enough cases. When prison officials fail to provide the required safe environment, you are fully within your rights to make up for this deficiency yourself. E.g, a big Indian friend I worked with, the morning mess hall liked to stick his finger in my mouth when I yawned. In retaliation, I’d grab his chin. He escalated by doing something else; I forget what. I got him in a headlock. He began breaking my back over his knee. I told him several times that I give up. He persisted. I gouged his eyes. My back was saved. He learned a valuable lesson that made him more thoughtful of the consequences of his actions. Surprise attacks are last resort responses to intolerable situations. They qualify as defensive only when all other avenues for relief have failed or been refused. In most or all of the states’ slow death camps, guards often develop symbiotic relationships with selected inmates who are adept at creating fears within the guards’ minds, then pretending that they can or will protect these guards from the danger fantasies that they have concocted, in return for special treatment. (See the court case of McAlester prison’s captain Bess, recently indicted for bringing narcotics to inmates.) They and the administrators also depend on inmates for information on who is disturbing the smooth flow of corruption between the guards and inmates. (California kops have recently been caught in a decades-long practice of causing inmate death matches, filming them, then murdering the winners with rifle fire.) They are annoyed when one of their victims is forced to maim or kill another in order to survive. You will be lucky if they only try to convince a jury to slam you, so the decision to fix the problem yourself should be thoroughly examined and not taken lightly. When survival is at stake, do not hesitate to defend yourself physically, and also be prepared to defend yourself later in court, because they will prosecute if they think you are too stupid to bring them to task to the jury over their incompetence in administering their prison death camps.

Good luck.