FRAMED IN MAINE FOR POT AND COCAINE

There is so much that is wrong with the prison system that I could write thousands of pages on it but right now I want to focus the issue of marijuana law. The laws vary from state to state, and the state i'm talking about now is Maine. What's more the travesty of the so called American justice system and the dispicible use of informants by the FBI.
I've been in Federal prison for almost 4 years and the stories of men and women being jailed without any evidence but the word of snitches is horrifying. In my opinion, NO ONE should be put in jail for marijuana, it should be made legal. Period. (Medical marijuana is legal in Maine).
Here is a horrible example of how snitches are used by FBI and "propondarence of evidence" and other much used phrases like "synopsis, collusion, conspiracy" are used in an indictment.
Here's an example: Say you know someone who gets busted by the Feds, and he's looking at a lot of time, 10, 20, 30 years. All he has to do is tell the Feds that YOU have been selling him a pound of pot every week for a year, let's say for 2 or 3 years, and the FBI will count that up and WHAM - you're finished!
So please allow me to introduce Sherwood Jordan. In March 2008 he was arrested as part of a large drug bust which eventually involved over twenty other people, many of whom were part of the Iron Horsemen motorcycle club and were charged with "conspiracy to distribute cocaine and marijuana". I'm now going to paraphrase Mitzie Naples (Sherwood's POA).
"Although we all know Sherwood was not a member of the Iron Horsemen and he was not involved in cocaine, he declined bail and remained in jail until his trial in May of 2009."
Later, Sherwood told me the whole story, which I will share with you tommorrow. Stay tuned.

CAT SCANS AND COLD HAMBURGERS

Today I went to get my CAT scan done (see results above). I was escorted to the hospital by two FBOP guards, the guard not driving picked me up from my dorm unit and got me dressed out in pants, shirt and a jacket. Normally, we wear overalls. They suck! So the guard who picked me up from my unit says, "So, what's this WhiteChocolateMess website?". I thought, WTF! I asked him if it said that on the papers he was carrying and he says, "No, I listen to your phone calls."
Then he says it's not nice but he has to do it. My guess as to why he told me this was because he wanted me to know all the power he had over me, an alpha male thang. Who knows? All phone calls are recorded but they don't always listen to every one. You can never be sure. I'm then taken down after being shackled both hands around my waist and ankles, and we board a ten man passenger van to cross The Brooklyn Bridge to a midtown Manhattan hospital. Mind you, this is the first time I'm seeing the "outside" in over a year. It's a pleasant shock. There's sun.
People try not to stare but they do, it feels like i'm in a fucking movie, like I'm some horrible mass murderer. On the way there, guard #1 asks me all sorts of questions and I answered as best I could. It was actually nice having somebody different to talk with for a change.
Getting a CAT scan really bites, they inject you with some crap so the radiation can get an image of your insides. It's the biggest damn syringe I've ever seen. The nurse plugged it into a machine and then IV'd into my arm and I felt a horrible heat rush consume me. The radiologist asked me what I was in for so I said I murdered fluffy kittens so I could make my own ugs.
When I got back, I got to eat a nice cold stale hamburger. My big day out in Manhattan!

CRACK HEADS AND MICROWAVES

Here I am, sitting on my bunk bed, a 6 and a half foot spray painted grey metal upper and lower bunk bed, I have the lower bunk. I'm here in the Brooklyn Detention center, it's Thanksgiving and I'm totally surrounded by horrible people, I'm listening to Johnny Cash's daughter Roseann. Her father gave her a list of 100 country songs she needs to listen to.
I have a radio, the radios are sold in the commisary. It's a little Sony FM/AM walkman, it's how inmates in the Federal prison system also listen to TV - through the radios. It's much better than trying to hear the TV through all the awful noise.
We just had Thanksgiving dinner. We had sliced turkey with stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce. The sweet potatoes were fucking cold, so was the vegetables.
We also had pumpkin pie and ice cream.
I used to think that the Federal prison system was for white collar criminals. I would say that over 70 % of inmates are here for drugs, most crack (AKA freebased cocaine).
Oh, cool, "Crucial Chaos" is on WNYU.org's Punk Rock Hour. But back to the drug dealers. I'm surrounded by the worst stupid crack dealers that have never been out of their fucking neighborhoods (until now) , sideways-hat wearing fuck heads, so damn stupid and the worst part is they don't even know it! There are these two dudes talking about not using the microwave for fear of getting radiation poisoning. So I told them that by the age of 50 they will die from stomach cancer. I had a good laugh over that one, at least.