A very warm and sincere "thank you" to Lee in Black Mountain and to all the others who send letters of support. As this legal process drags on with no end in sight, it is good to know that there are people like you cheering me on. It gladdens my heart and helps to give me hope that my efforts are part of a greater positive change that is sweeping the planet.

Thank you.

W. Kevin Innes

Welcoming 2010

I am looking forward to this coming year and how it will unfold. What many-hued flower will it become? One thing is sure: we don't know. Each special petal will come into view when the time is right.

Hi Mike,

Someone may have contacted you already, but I wanted to send this confirmation to yo anyway, that I was moved to a new county jail. 1/10 the size and twice as bad as the last place. The last place was "spartan;" this place is for the Spartan's slave. They even make you pay $.95/roll for toilet paper! But, I got to go outside for the first time in 6 months! Yippy!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009 A.D., Day 40 - 140 to go…

If you hadn't heard from me by now, it's because I thought I'd be doing a Porc411 by now and letting you all know that the torture was suspended. Well… it's not. After "my" hearing yesterday, Judge Burke gave the word that we ought to have his order in about 30 minutes for my release. That was day 39 of my pain, neglect, sadness, loss, headache, heartache, and lots of other "wonderful" things. Today is day 40 and quite honestly I don't know if I can take much more of this. The pain that has been in my body for so long now, the neglect of the ones who are supposed to have the job of caring for me has gone on now for far too long. What "lesson" could I possibly be learning here? Immediately after "my" anxiety filled video hearing here from the jail, my words were used against me, twisted in a way that I can't possibly understand the motive. The "Corrections" OFficer, Merrill, and I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, misheard what I said and immediately used it as an opportunity to keep me caged by calling the court via tele. Granted, I'm not the most eloquent of speakers these days and it's compounded dramatically further due to my 40 day long incessant pain in my body, it's just not easy to smile folks. I'm just being honest. So, it's possible he took my words to mean something other than what they were intended to express. I felt like vomiting, I often do. It's likely due to any combination of aches, pains, stress, anxiety, side affects of long term Motrin use *which thankfully I've been switched over to a generic Tramadol (sp?) pill which is helping a bit more, etc. I'm not exactly un-grumpy a lot. Do you think that gets taken into consideration? No, it got twisted. I get further beaten into the ground, miss my family, my dog, my ability to care, my ability to get proper care, my fingers… oh… yes, two plus two DOES equal five! And the beatings continue. No, I am at the point where I understand that I do not deserve this. I have all along felt that way, but now more than ever. I never hurt anyone, but I can tell you that I understand why people do, who have no ability to cope or forgive, do hold awful resentment upon departure from a place like this. It only is the product of what this place manufactures. When are WE going to stop this insanity? The system of fake justice has beaten me. I'm just being honest folks. I really don't know what to do now.

Saturday, November 7, 2009 A.D., Day 37 - 143 to go

I'm officially out of cash. The human cages who hurt me and caged me wiped out my "canteen" account. All I received was two Chick-o-stick candies which I ordered for another human who is caged in here who is indigent. If they were trying to shut down my mail, they found their way.

I'm guessing they are charging the account because of the "meds," the Motrin I'm on that barely takes the edge off and permits me to sleep. It's all about profit from any angle they can get it. If they can't force the humans they cage in here to pay, they will steal it from you, at the point of a gun, and tell you it's for God and glory and to keep you safe from the bad people who hurt others… sorry, I never could quite swallow all of that giant turd of a story, though for a time, I remained silent and therefor consigned the abuses, though I knew in my heart what it was all about… though not in my head.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009 A.D., Day 34 - 146 to go… only :{

Who Owns The "System?"

Well today was a bit usually unusual, meaning, the atypical bull that passes for "unusual" is the "usual." Today I saw yet another condescending "divide and conquer" type individual and sadly it was the same Dr. Honahan, that ignored my calls for medical help the last time. This time I actually stood, with little or zero weight on my feet (because that causes excruciating pain in my back and neck) while supporting myself from my hands and arms from the foot of the examination table. The "Doctor" lifted the back side of the costume used for mental degradation, called a "jail uniform." You know, it's hard to be pleasant to people when they consistently ignore the incredible amount of pain you are in, for 34 long days and nights. Yes folks, if you hadn't guessed it by now, I'm a bit grumpy, but I'm trying. By the gist of the one way conversation, they, the Dr., nurse, and others, are doing their best to not help as much as possible. So far I've given in to being medicated with anti-inflammatory pharmaceuticals, and if you know me, I abhor taking pharmaceuticals. I just couldn't take it any longer. I'm sorry tax-payers but this was not exactly my choice.

November 2, 2009 A.D., Day 32 - 148 to go :|

I never cease to be amazed at how sickening the "corrections" system is, how corrupt, how demeaning, condescending, abusive, humiliating, freedom stealing, ad infinitum!

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.

Saturday, October 31, 2009 A.D., Day 30 - 151 Days to go

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.

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.

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!

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.

Monday, October 26, 2009 A.D., Day 25 (I can't believe it!)

Today's writing was long and varied, so I temporarily scrapped it. It will be revamped and with any hope, it will make sense when I rewrite it.

For now, I want to simply thank every one of you who have written and supported my love of my life, Aubern, and I.

Never in my life have I been so blessed to be part of something so special, so wonderful, so full of love and caring, as well as full of depth of character in the individuals who are part of no group.

Sunday, October 25, A.D. 2009, Day 24 <- Yuckie! :)

Family Day

Thanks everyone who sent wishes with Aubern and don't worry please, I know lives go on out there and I appreciate your thoughts, prayers and wishes. I couldn't get here to see Sam each and every time either and was often out of state ("state"… how that word nauseates me at times). The nice thing was that I got to have her all to myself for an hour so that, I loved!

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.

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.

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?