Letters from Bill

Today I received a batch of letters from Bill – whenever there is an impending trial his mail always gets delayed, because some person in the office  needs to photocopy and highlight any useful parts. Since everyone knows they do this (because the delay makes it obvious) the chances of anything useful appearing is substantially reduced and the whole process becomes a self-defeating exercise.

Points of interest:

  • On the 1st of July Bill mentions that he’ll ‘be “leaving the jail soon” – this is looking less and less likely every day and I doubt it’s going to happen. The later letters emphasis a growing awareness that once again, the efficiency of bureaucracy will fail to deliver.
  • Due to the situation with the mail, don’t send Bill anything but letters.
  • Bill sent through a list of books he wants, but I will put that up later since he may not be given any books people send at the moment.
  • Other than that Bill’s complaining of an assortment of medical symptoms which sound like chronic anaemia or possibly a liver/kidney disorder. Since he’s a vegetarian my best guess is that he currently has severe anaemia from the symptoms described.
  • Once again, he’s assuring me that the case is going well and he’ll win. Since I’ve now heard this on every occasion, this may just be unfounded optimism.
  • Then there is some mysterious product called ‘magic shave’ – as far as I can tell this is some nasty product designed to dissolve (yes, dissolve!) beards as an alternative to shaving. Obviously anything that dissolves hair is likely to be toxic, but according to Bill prisoners are supposed to put this stuff on their face to shave. When I googled it, the internet revealed lots of people complaining about chemical burns from it. Bill’s worried it may have adverse side effects – since it sounds like pure hydrochloric acid, my guess is very much so.
  • Other than that he’s been filling in time writing on history in the Middle Ages.

One day someone’s going to google all this and it will be revealed to be one of the most ludicrous series of trials in American history – man gets tortured in prison for the alleged writing of anonymous blog posts and emails which are quite obviously complete and utter bullshit regardless of who wrote them!

Once again, the USA spends more time concentrating on bullshit on the internet instead of solving its real problems. Perhaps it’s just a covert exercise in media distraction to cover up the real issues – bashing ‘fascists’ may prevent people looking too far into the problems with Russia and the failing economy. Or looking at the reason why school children go on shooting binges – something which never happens in other, civilized countries.

“Did the city of Flint just file for bankruptcy and is on the verge of utter collapse? Forget that, we have more important issues to deal with. God damned Fascists have been using the internet again, just let Flint starve like Detroit, or maybe just get wiped totally like New Orleans. Allocate all resources to the NSA to find gossip on Facebook.”

Please excuse my sardonicism, but America needs to realise that its greatest enemy is currently its own lack of economic and social priorities. When people starve and cities collapse, while enormous funds are apparently spent on the prospect that someone may by typing bullshit on the internet, it is an obvious misallocation of public funds.


A noble race is not one that creates a God in its own image but one that creates also the song wherewith to do Him homage. Every rebirth of a noble race is a lyric force, every sentiment that is common to the whole race, a potential lyric; music, the language of ritual, has power, above all else, to exalt the achievement and the life of man. Does it not seem that great music has power to bring spiritual peace to the strained and anxious multitude? The reign of the human spirit is not yet. ‘When matter acting on matter shall be able to replace man’s physical strength, then will the spirit of man begin to see the dawn of liberty’: so said a man of Dalmatia of our own Adriatic, the blind seer of Sebenico.

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