More on the John E. Polk Correctional Center

I haven’t updated this blog for a while…mostly because I think writing things here makes it far too easy for Bill’s enemies to find, thus providing them with better options on how to screw up his legal proceedings. Harold Covington has apparently received some mail from Bill – I myself have not had any for a while which leads me to believe that the John E. Polk Correctional Center is throwing the mail in the trash can again, making paper darts, origami animals, or whatever it is they do there on coffee breaks. Anyway since Harold has already published a letter, there is no point not putting it up as the US Attorney will have read it already. When you think it about it must be a tedious job having to read ten years worth of internet correspondence – I used to joke that if any government agencies were reading my emails they’d be bored to death in a few hours. Even I don’t read my emails. My condolences to whoever it is who has the burden of reading 10,000 or so emails in a desperate search for ad hominems. Of course, the really dumb strategy would be to couple this with the Reductio ad Hitlerum. Far too easily countered by anyone who knows how to debate with the Association Fallacy. The whole situation is really quite intriguing: Someone in a legal office is studying decade old correspondence for evidence, and the jail appears to be throwing out all the letters which could contain recent evidence. Bill’s letter to Harold follows. Source: Thoughtcrime ——————————————————————————————- August 3rd, 2014 Hello, Harold: Things have improved dramatically here in the past week, and I hope you are doing well as well. On July 28th, the judge here authorized my first lawsuit against the Seminole County Jail to go forward without disallowing any of my claim, which is quite a victory in itself. I now have to settle the filing fee of $400 and the Marshal fees, and I will have the jail in court. As on the outside, in prison only the wealthy (by comparison) inmates are allowed access to the civil courts. There are six counts in my complaint: 1) Abuse and torture because I am a perceived “White extremist”; 2) Solitary confinement without recreation, i.e. the usual one hour per day walking around in a razor-wire enclosure which they’re supposed to provide; 3) 24-hour videocam surveillance including when I am on the toilet; 4) Refusing to allow me to bathe; 5) The 24-hour super-bright arc lights; and 6) General conditions including the stuff I haven’t told you about. I am seeking both monetary damages and injunctive relief. I have two more pending lawsuits coming down the road, the second on interfering with my right to send and receive mail, and the third for physical torture with a taser by [name omitted] The day the judge authorized my lawsuit, the lights went off in my cell for the first time in years, perhaps decades. An era of torture at the Seminole County Detention Center has come to an end, at least until such time as they ship me out and resume their old ways. There have been some hiccups as the staff here are being trained to use a light switch–no joke, seriously–but we are now getting about 6 hours of darkness here in the isolator block. It is a small thing for which the inmates here have been fighting for a generation, and I was ecstatic when it happened. After seeing the cockroach which lumbered in last week, I had a small fear that the light was the only thing keeping away the bugs, but that didn’t pan out, thankfully. I have also been allowed to bathe, and have been promised I can do so again next week. [A certain guard] has apparently been ordered to keep his sexual fantasies about my naked body to himself. Now my captors communicate in monosyllabic grunts instead of streams of vicious and hate-filled abuse and invective. On the downside, the 24-hour video surveillance is still up and running, I have not seen the sun in 41 days, I have a beard with long patches and bald spots with no sign that a razor and shaving cream are anywhere on the table, and apparently nothing at all can be done about the food because it is “within guidelines,” whoever sets those. But my eyes and head and stomach no longer hurt now that I am allowed 6 hours of darkness and I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT!! You don’t realize how much you need rest from light, even when your eyes are closed and you are sleeping, until you have lived for two months in a bright artificial light several times the brightness of natural sunlight which is never turned off for a moment. There’s no other legal news. If any of your kind readers want to help with the legal bills, the Middle District of Florida is going to want at least $1200 in filing fees, even though I am filing in forma pauperis, which no longer actually means pauperis, it means a prison inmate with $1200. It’s another way they deny inmates in the prison-industrial complex access to the courts, making us buy our justice like everybody else. We’re supposed to be working and turning a profit, not complaining. Nobody likes whiney slaves. Anyone wanting to help can donate to my legal defense fund at Poisoned Pen Press, P. O. Box 2770, Stafford, VA 22555 or send money to the court directly. Call first, though and speak to the Clerk. I don’t know if American justice accepts Visa or Mastercard. The accepted case is 14-cv-936 for those of you with PACER accounts. I’ve been deep into Germany in the 10th and 11th centuries, working onSerpent’s Blood, although it would really help if they would allow me to receive the manuscript you have typed for me. I feel like I’m slowly spiraling toward my goal. Each book I’m reading misses what I want from it–though often I hit something unexpected–but gives me a hint that brings me closer. I thought, for instance, that I wanted the Dukes of Lorraine when I actually I wanted the Counts d’Alsace. I’ve been looking for the Marquis of Tuscany; I really wanted the Counts of Tusculum. Turns out that the second wave of Marozian-occult popes came from Tusculum, not from John XII. Encyclopedia Britannica just said they were great and great-great grandchildren of Marozia, but it didn’t say by which child, or that she had a daughter, Bertha, with Guido III of Tuscany. Little things like this are what are bringing all this together. Now, if I could get genealogies of D’Alsace, Tusculum, Canossa and Welfand, and a handful of Chronicles, I think I can close the loop on the papacy and its connection to the occult. I have also just started your book Rose of Honor. It’s good. I’ll give you a full review when I’m done. Be well, Harold. With luck I will be out of this hole and back in a proper prison in 40-50 days. Sincerely, Bill