Back to Letters:
I’m finally done sifting through 2,000 pages of appeal documents from the prosecutor. Going through all those lies and twisted injustice re-traumatized me every time. I just hate re-hashing it. The corruption literally make me sick. Getting away with lies fills these prosecutors with glee. They’ve really lost touch with reality.
So I’m glad to have some time to read my mail and send some Thank you’s. That will make me feel better.
Frank Turney from my home town wrote me a really nice letter. He told me about Easter Sunday services on the walking bridge over the river downtown, about him running for Mayor, and about Fully Informed Jury Association stuff. This letter shot right to my heart because it made me feel like my home town still loved me. It’s hard to go back to a city where the cops are literally gunning for you, but I suppose it’s possible if some of the more violent corruption gets cleared out. Frank Turney is a good man. It meant a lot to hear from him. And he sent me $80 too. So I’m very grateful for that. First he sent it to me here at the Illinois prison and it got sent back. Then he sent it to the right address but didn’t put my prisoner number on it. Ha ha ha. Sorry it’s being so difficult. Here’s where to send money to go on my commissary account: (They only take money orders).
Francis S. Cox 16179-006
c/o FBOP Lock Box
P.O. Box 474701
Des Moines, IA 50947-0001
This week, I also got $50 on my account from “Barloga.” Thank you.
After I talked to a reporter, they punished me by putting me on grocery restriction for a few months. I lost a lot of weight that I couldn’t afford to lose. I’m off restriction now and trying to get back up to a healthy weight. The stress of dealing with legal work, the prisons bs, and Richard and Maria made me lost my appetite. So that wasn’t helping either.
Thanks for the money. It’s helping me recover. I bought myself some new underwear. It felt so extravagant to spend the money for soft boxers. The ones the prison gives you for free are so scratchy I’d be afraid to wash my car with them. They’d probably scratch the paint. They’re almost like those old Army surplus sandbags. In fact, I think I just figured it out. Our boxers are made out of surplus sandbags. But now, two days a week I get to wear soft boxers. So thanks Turney and Barloga, for putting a little comfort in my life. Most of the money I get goes to filing fees and fighting my appeal. And I just paid a few thousand in legal costs, so I’m low on funds again. But I figured I could splinter for some underwear. They also sell socks and t-shirts. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
Jacob Shreffler sent me a letter, then re-sent it about a month later. CTU has really been on me lately: see, in order to write people back, I have to get their address approved by the snoop-wafa down at CTU. Legally, they aren’t allowed to block a prisoner from writing people, but they do. They don’t come right out and block me, they just slow walk it. I’m only allowed a certain number of contacts in the computer system, so I was putting 5 names in, writing them, then taking those 5 out and putting in 5 new ones. CTU didn’t like that so they started taking several weeks to approve each contact. This really screwed me up. And it made me feel so bad. I’d get these really positive and uplifting letters of support that I wanted to respond to. But I couldn’t. This is part of the psychological game these sadistocrats play. They want the people who write to me to feel ignored so they’ll get demoralized and fade away. And they want me to feel helpless and forgotten.
Jacob talked about his work as a pastor and his studies of legal history. He sounds sharp and like he has a good heart. He wanted me to ask Ron Lee at US Observer to share his research with him. I’ll tell Ron to do so as soon as I get my email back in a couple of weeks. But honestly, Rudy has done 10 or 20 times as much research as Ron Lee has.
I’m glad Jacob liked the story about the family of Otters I wrote. I wonder what he thinks of “Lions or the Needle.” I need everyone’s prayers. My case really is a card house. It could crumble at any moment and I could just walk right out.
Althea Marsh from New York is so full of joy and life and happiness. I love it. Her letters stick in my mind for months. It’s like she paints pictures of everyday life with her words. The snow shoveling, chasing kids to do school, and trying to catch the guilty party who left a drop of ketchup on the keyboard, all those little stories take my mind back to the real world. And Alethea’s fun loving attitude is contagious. She’s just what a prisoner needs. I need to met this fire cracker when I get out.
She says that PMP is helping in a “small way.” No, no, no! It’s a BIG, BIG way. When the propaganda state fails, the bureaucrats will have to move to using a violent police state. They already know they canNOT win a violent fight with the American people. So what the elites will do is just cut and run with the loot they stole. And we’ll get our country back. PMP represents a cultural shift that is a HUGE deal. Don’t underestimate the power you are wielding.