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Hey,

How is everyone?  I guess you could say I am okay for now.  Sorry for not keeping up with my blog but of course I will keep up with more parts now that it’s almost February.  Right now I am working on a new study on “God at the Center.” As soon as I’m done with it, I’ll copy it and send you folks a copy.

I will call as soon as I get more money, for it will cost me $3.50 but I guess it is worth the fact that you guys are my only friends as of now, for yes, this casr has taken alot away from me.

I have been working on passing around the Free List for, yes, it has come in handy for some of the guys in here.

Sorry for my writing; it’s late here, for hell, I only get a chance to write people at night, but I guess you could say it could be worse writing (LOL.)  Keep praying the court has a head and can see past the lies of the agents and overturns my case for you know I could never have done any of this crap.

Have you any pictures of Catherine?  For I could use some now that I can’t see her. Also enclosed are a couple of sermons of mine for I found a couple that I had copies of so I thought that I would send them.

Let Circle know that they are always in my prayers, for yes I keep  you guys in them everyday!

God bless and love,

Joel Dudley

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Here I sit at Camp CCJ, except this camp is not like other summer camps.  You see, this is a camp for those of us who just can’t get their lives together.

Here we wear red jump suits or orange scrubs and badges with our names instead of shorts and swimsuits.  Our counselors are lovely men and women who wear brown uniforms with their names.  They don’t run any fun groups, they just watch us real close.

You must make your bed or receive 48 hours locked in for not doing it.

The food is nothing to write home about unless you are begging your mom to make your favorite meal when you leave camp.

To get in here, to visit, you must be early and you must be dressed appropriately or our you go.  You want to call home, but your loved one must put lots of money on an account or no such luck.  No hugs or special rewards here for a job well done.  Oh, wait – we did get ice cream because we won the cleanest pod (cell block) award on inspection day.

Each day I wonder how many newbies will come join me at camp o will I get a bunk mate?  I have not been that lucky here at Camp CCJ.

I’m ready for this session of camp to end.

Love,

Dolphin

Hi.

Pete has stood right by me.

He was there everytime I was in court.  He came and visited me.  I really had to prepare him for the worse .  He was kinda hoping for a county bid,  but I really wanted out of Kennebec County.  The place was so bad (guards) and the place was so filthy.  He was there when I got sentenced and he took it really hard.   But guess what?  We made it through!

Love,

Miss Linda

Here’s what I think about these sex offender programs they have up here.

I saw this thing on tv along time ago, where they interviewed some of the midgets who’d been on the Wizard of Oz as munchkins.  And the midgets were like; “I never knew there were so many of us!  It was like a wonderland!”

So these programs get all of these perverted child molesters from all over maine and put them in a dorm all together!  And I figure that they’re like the munchkins in the Wizard of Oz: “I never knew there were so many of us!” And, “At last a place where I’m normal and I’m not a freak!”

And yeah, there are groups where they get to talk about their pervertedness.  To cure them.  Then, when they get out, they have this ready made network of other child molesters that they met and cemented friendships with while in prison!  They’ll never have to feel alone again.

That’s my take on it.

Sue

So, I’ve had an eventful couple of months. The biggest news was my direct appeal was shot down, and the State Supreme Court affirmed my life sentences. That sucked. I found out from watching the news. Unpleasant surprise to say the least. It’s a’ight, tho. I’m not sure if it’s a setback b/c I was anticipating that to happen. I know that I’m not gonna get any relief on the state level. So, as you can imagine that had me fucked up for a li’l while. But, I’m better now. What doesn’t kill you and all that. It has definitely made me realize that I need to be doing even more to better myself, and make sure I’m in the law library. I go twice a week now and I start a college prep class on Tuesday,. I’m re-educating myself and it feels good. My mind feels uncloudy and I’m working on and for my future.

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Many apologies from those of us responsible for receiving and posting the words of our prisoners here on the P.P. blog.  Suffice it to say – it has been a challenging year for many of us on the outside.  Due to unexpected changes in workspace and personel, many letters sent to us months ago, are only being posted now.

Thank you for your patience, and thank you for your support, not of us, the free and fumbling, but of our prisoners.

Pax,

The Editors of the Political Prisoner Blog

As of this writing, 1% of the United States population is incarcerated, and 25% of the world’s prisoners are being held in U.S. jails.

It’s Friday & hot with plenty of humidity to go around too. I’ve got some mental issues going on at the moment, that idiot Dr. Shubert called me down yesterday to tell me that he was shutting off my meds. My six – tramadol a day pain – pills I’d been on for awhile. He suggested that I under go a series of three – shots, 1 a week for 3 – weeks, as a nerve – blocker for knee – pain in my right knee. He’ll probably do something to seriously fuck me up. Paralyzed for life or something else… Anyway it’s supposed to kill my pain, and those synthetic tramadols – crushed are ruining my esophagus, so I told him I’d do it. I’ll let you know how it turns out. If I’m able to still write…

Sitting here I have to towel off my forearms every 3 or 4 – minutes to keep this page from really getting soaked. I can’t believe how nasty it is in here today. 103 degrees out on the fire – escape & humid as hell.

Yesterday the fat bitch in charge made me a level – 3. Instantly I was forced to do another job, just for that one day though. I’m in charge of folding all of the laundry, about 12 – loads a days, supposedly ironing all of the striped shirts & blue pants, I’m now the C.L.  Journalism assistant, & then I have a bunch of little things to do every morning too. It’s annoying as hell, and everything keeps changing, so as soon as it starts to make sense, it doesn’t anymore. It’s very hard for me to get anything of my own done, unless I do them at night, when I really need to be sleeping.

They’ve moved me into a room with a real piece of shit crackhead. A bag of java used to last me a week, now I open a bag + 2 – days later it’s empty. He never ask for, buys, or borrows any, but always has some in his locker. While I went downstairs to the commissary today about a third of a bag disappeared. If he’d have asked I would have let him have some. So being in this unit I had to tell the guard that he needs to move to another hole. He’s in serious danger in this one, they’ll move him. These cells are the same as the security building, but 2 – inmates to a cell. We’re locked in from 10:00 pm. To 5:30 am. 5 – days a week, weekends are 11:30, holidays 1:30, too tired to ever even care though.

I guess they’ve been working on the security building longer than I’d thought. Today I mentioned it & was told it’s all done already. We saw a huge air conditioning unit go in on a tractor trailer this am. 2 – days ago the temp on the floor in a – pod was 105 degrees + the hobo’s were screaming bloody murder. So they got a new unit. I guess last month the women center got one, expensive, they’re really huge.

I keep seeing my friend Vinny, Fred Huntley, Matt Moscillo, and they holler to me across the courtyard or whatever, but all I can do is wave. Can’t say a word to them. These ass holes are really getting testy about that too. Shit – bags. Maybe if I get motivated enough I’ll write Fred and let you relay it if you’re willing to. The one letter I sent him said a lot but there are some other things I really wanted to mention. Like his health, which he’d told me was getting worse. He’d said that he didn’t think he would make it back to the streets alive. Says he has no will power. I know he does.

Well, something’s have been happening in the prison here.  A little while ago we all were locked down  (the entire prison was locked down) and they did what they called “inventory”.  They came through the pods and cleaned everybody out of anything extra that they were not supposed to have.  This went on from Tuesday until Thursday and they wouldn’t even let us out to shower until it was over.  We got out Thursday night.  First thing I did when they let us out was to take a shower and that felt good, too.  For a while now after we leave the chow hall we have been getting patted down and now before we leave the pods we get patted down before we go to chow and we still get patted down after we leave chow.  They have also come up with the idea for separate recs for both the close and medium units.  Guess too many fights have been breaking out for their tastes and they are trying to put a stop to it.  They said that they want us to feel “safe”, but I think that they really don’t want to make out paperwork and the ones that are trying to actually keep safe are the sex offenders and rats (most of which are probably over in medium).  Other than that, everything is just peachy keen.

There are 5 – staff members here. They have other titles too, but all are counselors. Mine, Mr. Ed, will never see me. I’ve put in requests for a month now. It really is a weird place. I’m supposed to be able to see anyone of the counselors whenever I want. I never have been able to yet, and I’ve tried. They’re more concerned with getting their classes done. Weirdly a kind of race.

Animals in motion, kids behaving like apes

all around us the devolution of man you can’t escape

they howl in the hallways, they shit where they eat

we destroy the life around us so we don’t have to compete

humans are no longer evolving, stopped dead in our tracks

in fact some are regressing, look at all the throw backs

you are numb now as a Neanderthal man

it’s a wonder that you even have an opposing thumb on your hand

swinging from the tree, the caveman sells insurance

humanities demise is now a calm assurance

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