Mongoose Distro

Here to say that one of our volunteers was visited by the FBI today at their home. We have a lawyer to support the distro & the important work in supporting the voices of incarcerated people exercising protected freedom of speech. If you are visited, please remember that you NEVER have an obligation to speak to law enforcement or answer their questions, and that because it is a federal offense to lie to federal agents, it is always safest not to say anything except “Please leave your name and number and a lawyer will call you.” Then please call the National Lawyers Guild at 347-248-6771 for a free and privileged consultation about your rights, risks, and responsibilities, and let the group know.

Here now I will undertake to put down, as best I can, the details of my very first “gangstalking” incident. “Gangstalking” follows a systematic step-by-step procedure, and the first step is secret surveillance of the T.I. (the Targeted Individual, the victim of the gangstalking). The second step is to make the surveillance obvious to the target, which is intended to create paranoia, but still doesn’t necessarily indicate “gangstalking” proper – after all, you could be getting followed by a variety of possible suspects, including known enemies, ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends, or the DEA or police if you use drugs or might be suspected of something. It doesn’t become obvious that it’s “gangstalking” until Step Three of it, with the introduction of bizarre electronic harassment, including a microwave device aimed at the target which makes them “hear voices”. Called “the Frey Effect” after one Dr. Frey who discovered it, it’s a way to “piggyback” an RF signal (a radio signal that broadcasts sound) on a microwave, so that when the microwave beam hits a person, that person’s ear hears it as sound, because the fluid-sac behind the eardrum that does your sense of balance is connected to the same set of nerves your eardrum is connected to. The people targeted hear it as sound but no sound is in the air, so no one else hears it, which leads to a diagnosis of a mental health disorder in 90% (at least 90%!) of people who report the “gangstalking” incidents to the authorities. Other types of electronic torture besides the “hearing voices” effect can and is being done with these microwave-based DEW’s (Directed- Energy Weapons), but the “hearing voices” thing is the most common one, and is done in every case of “gangstalking” that I know of. 

Therefore, my “gangstalking” had already advanced to the third step by the time I noticed it in 2004, so when I say this is my first “incident” it only means this is my first obvious attack on my person by these shadowy people. In truth, I had probably been a target of these people for years, without knowing it. I had already noticed the “step two” of being followed, but I thought it was some police organization, because I already had a criminal record and had been to jail before. Plus I had no idea what “gangstalking” is at that point – in fact, I didn’t find out until 2017 or maybe 2018, when I read the book “Guinea Pigs– Technologies of Control” by John Hall. I had heard a talk show on the radio and they were mentioning all the different tell-tale signs of “gangstalking” – as I listened, I thought: “That’s me! That happened to me!”. So I ordered the book, read it, and realized I’m a “T.I.”

One of the steps in “gangstalking” includes rendering a person unconscious with a date-rape drug like “roofies” or GHB, if you can get close enough to the target. Women who are a T.I. often report this – targets are raped while unconscious, if the perpetrator is fairly certain they will never be discovered (and they are). The gangstalkers have expert lockpicking ability and break into the T.I.’s home, putting the date-rape drug in food or drink the T.I. will most likely consume soon. When the food or drink is consumed, the gangstalkers– who were watching the whole time on a video monitor hooked up to surveillance gear– simply wait for the target to pass out, reenter the target’s home, and do whatever they wish.

In my case, a drug addict neighbor I had was bribed to come over and give me a cigarette laced with a knock-out drug. Through their surveillance, they knew I had run out of cigarettes and was having a “nicotine fit”. “They” timed it just right, waiting until I was poking around ashtrays in the house looking for a half-smoked butt. Then, “they” sent him over, knowing I’d let him in. He pretended to be just there for a visit to see how I’m doing, and offered me a cigarette. As soon as I lit it, he excused himself and left.

About 15 or 20 minutes after I smoked the cigarette, the date-rape drug hit: all of a sudden I didn’t seem to be able to keep my balance. I got up from my chair at the kitchen table and almost fell over. The room seemed to be tilting sideways. I fell. I knew I was passing out, so I crawled on my hands & knees to bed. As I was getting there, I saw “them” enter my house through the back door. Then – unconsciousness. 

When I woke up the next day, I noticed my diamond earring was missing. I also noticed a framed piece of art was gone off my wall, but not all my art– just the one. The art was in a set, but only one was missing. I decided, I better go thru the rest of the house and see what else had been stolen. It mostly looked like nothing had been “ransacked” – no mess, nothing had been broken or obviously rifled through. “They” seemed to already know where the things were that they wanted, and left everything else alone. That’s when I realized: my money! I didn’t trust banks and kept my money in a stash.

So, I go to my “personal safe” where I keep my cash, and of course it’s gone. My cash I would keep flattened out inside a book on a bookshelf with literally thousands of books: my roommate was a book-collector and she had a bookshelf that covered an entire wall, plus piles of books on the floors that came up to your knees. You had to wade thru a maze of books to get to the bed. She was still fast asleep – it occurred to me that “they” may have given her a “date-rape drug” too, and maybe even could’ve raped her? I wouldn’t know, and if she knew, she wouldn’t be able to articulate it to me because she was an invalid. She was a woman in her late 40s with the mind of a 4-year-old, on a good day. On most days, she was mostly speechless & incoherent. I paid my rent by taking care of her. Anyways, later on when she woke up she seemed to be scared to death about something, and wouldn’t tell me what (or couldn’t). The point being, I kept my money in one of the 1,000s of books and I was the ONLY ONE who knew which book. No one– I mean NO ONE– had EVER seen me putting my money in that book! I got a disability check for over $600 and I didn’t trust banks, so I’d cash the checks and put the money in that one book. That means “they” could see inside the house with surveillance gear. Or else they wouldn’t know which book my money was in! In fact “they” wouldn’t even think I kept my money inside a book! In the first place! I never told anyone! What good is a hiding place for my money, if I tell someone? 

So, I’m going thru the house looking to see if anything else is taken– it wasn’t. But the art piece missing off the wall was directly over my head where I sleep. I would sleep next to Jamie, to protect her. There was no sex and no “relationship” – she was an invalid, and my job was to take care of her. But only my side of the bed was messed with. The art over her head was left alone. Also, the diamond earring I had was a fugazi, and not even worth five bucks. The money isn’t the object– the object is to show how close “they” can get to you, and how powerless you are to stop them. 

About a half-hour into my house-check, “they” started with “the voices”. They have an electronic gadget they can point at you from a distance – or if your house has a SmartMeter instead of the old analog meters for your electric, they can be anywhere in the world and do it from a laptop that has the software, such as a Panasonic Tough-Book – and use a microwave beam to deliver sound to your ears, without the sound traveling thru the air. It’s called “The Frey-Effect” because it was discovered by a Dr. Frey in the 1950s as he experimented in his laboratory with electronics. 

I didn’t know any of that then, and would not find it out until 2018 when I was already in Larimer Co. Jail on this 2nd degree murder charge, CAUSED BY “THEM”, and another Targeted Individual (a victim of “gangstalking”) told me about “the Frey Effect” and how they used it on him, and I looked it up to see if he was telling the truth, sure enough there is a U.S. Patent Office Serial # for it. Estimates run to over a million T.I.s now. Very many probably do not know about the Frey Effect or the other technologies.

At that point in 2004, I just knew someone was making me hear voices. And I knew it was a “someone” because, you can tell it’s some kind of electronic gadget. It has sort of like a “feedback whine” to it, like a hot mic. Like when you are at a mic turned up too loud. Well, that’s something like that “the Frey Effect” was doing to me that day: it was obviously some kind of electronic gadget, and not: I suddenly “went schizo” out of the blue and started “hearing voices”. 

So, “the voices” would tell me what I did as I did it: a running commentary of every move I made in my living room. Like a sportscaster for a radio station who wants to give listeners a mental image of a game: “they” announced the “play-by-play”. When I noticed it, I began to test it: I’d go towards my coffee table, and they’d say “He’s going towards the table!” – so then I’d back away from the table, and they’d say: “He’s backing away from the table!” Everything was, like, yelled at me, like it was an important announcement. So I went to the fridge and tested if “they” could notice miniscule decisions I made: so I’d reach for a beer, and they’d say: “He’s reaching for a beer!” –so then I’d not grab the beer, and grab a soda instead. So they’d say “No! He’s grabbing a soda instead!” So I’d put it back and go away from the fridge, and they say: “Guess he’s not thirsty after all!” And so on. In other words, “they” can watch me, in real time. 

There was more than one “voice” – it was two, maybe three. Having fun. It was like a sick competition to see who could “announce” what I did first, as I did it. Then “they” would get into the pervert stuff. Like, when I went to the bathroom, “they” said: “Oooh! I bet he’s gonna go masturbate!” Then when I peed, “they” said: “Aaawwww! He’s only peeing this time!” You know, “this time” as if to imply: yes, “we” watch you when you masturbate. So it was like this sick game to let me know “they” watch me and nothing I do is “private”.

Then, they got really evil and started name-calling; then they played like a techno beat on one of those programmable DJ beat-machines and between the beats, they’d yell “PUNK!” or “BITCH!” into an echo/reverb effects box, so it would sound like: “PUNK-UNK-UNK-UNK-UNK-NK-NK-K-K!” “BITCH-ITCH-ITCH-ITCH-CH-CH-CH!!” –and so on. Years later I was told by a fellow T.I. that that is intended as “entrainment”: the beats sync up with your brainwaves, and the music is intended to drive the insults into your subconscious mind, so you’ll be insecure and afraid.

They kept it up for about an hour, until I ran out of the house screaming. I was in a complete & total panic. Who would do this to me? Why? And most important: WHERE ARE THEY!?? I accosted a woman walking down the sidewalk to use her cell phone – I had planned to call 9-1-1 and report it, but didn’t know what “it” is to report. As luck would have it, a friend of mine also just happened to be walking by and saw me accosting the woman – who was already on her phone, but saw the panic in my eyes and was totally ready to loan me her phone. That’s what “they” want: you call the police and report something like that, then the police think you’re crazy and put you in a mental hospital, as a nut-case, against your will. My friend who was walking by, saw me in a state of panic and accosting this woman about her cell phone, and was wise enough to see it meant trouble for me, so he pulled me away from her. Got me over to the side of the house off of the sidewalk, and after a brief conversation with me, determined I was “on drugs”. I wasn’t. But I realized others would think what he thought, and it would be useless to report it to the police– especially the police. They would just put me in the loony bin. I went back in the house, and “the voices” only attacked me inside the house, but not outside. So this time, I tried talking back to them. I reasoned with them, saying: “You know what? How about if I join you? You tell me how to find you, I’ll join your ‘group’ or whatever it is, and we can do this together!” I said this out loud to “them” in my empty living room. My friend who had been outside earlier, had already left to walk home. I was alone. 

When I said that, “the voices” instantly stopped. I didn’t know this until just recently, but this tactic is all part of the “program”: it is a mental entrainment tactic, intended to take you beyond your morals. My investigation into this revealed that this is how “they” have created a lot of these nonsensical public mass shootings that happen at schools, shopping malls, and the like, including I suspect this most recent one at a bowling alley in Maine. The gangstalkers harass the target with “the voices” until they will do anything to make it stop. After you’ve been driven insane by it, at a certain point “the voices” will suggest that if you do what they tell you, they will finally let you be. Then, they suggest some heinous, outrageous crime, like going into a shopping mall with an AR-15 and opening fire on the customers. At least, my contacts have seen statements to that effect online made by the shooters – statements that don’t often make it into mainstream corporate news outlets. As for the bowling alley shooter, I was channel surfing and something told me to pause on CNN, a news outlet I don’t often watch. They were saying that the bowling alley shooter, before the incident, checked himself into a mental ward for two weeks, telling a friend he had an acute attack of “hearing voices” even though he had never heard voices in his life up to that point, and was otherwise in good mental health; had never been diagnosed as schizophrenic. The mental ward released him after two weeks, and his shooting rampage happened shortly afterwards. He committed suicide shortly after the shooting rampage. I suspect “the voices” promised to leave him alone after he did the shooting, then – surprise, surprise! – didn’t. Or, “the voices” told him they were coming from the bowling alley, and he opened fire trying to get rid of the perpetrators of the voices. Either way, when “the voices” didn’t stop, suicide was the only way to end the torture. And it is torture. The day “they” did it to me, I would’ve done anything to get it to stop. Also keep in mind, “the voices” are being transmitted to you on a microwave. Also known as “Voice To Skull” or “V2K” for short, “The Frey Effect” can only be accomplished with microwaves. So in addition to making you hear voices, the microwaves are somewhat cooking you, and making the glands in the brain and along the spine release such things as adrenaline into the bloodstream, creating a panic attack. I don’t mean the amount of adrenaline released from something like watching a horror movie in the dark, I mean the amount released by being chased by a psycho with a gun, intent on killing you. I mean, it was enough to cause me to run up to a strange woman on the sidewalk in a state of total panic and accost her to use her cell phone to dial 9-1-1, and I’m not a big fan of police under any circumstances. And what would I have told them, anyways? It’s not wonder these mass shootings end in suicide if this is why– which is what “they” want.

In any literature you read about “gangstalking”, you will discover that “they” never kill the target – “they” want the target to kill themself. Or if “they” kill you, they don’t do it directly: they will often use slander and manipulation techniques to get someone else, or even an angry mob, to murder you. I once got trapped inside a grocery store at closing time by 15 or 20 members of a well-known Spanish street gang, who were intent on killing me because “they” told them I had molested one of their women. Only by showing them a Greyhound bus-ticket stub that proved I was in Salt Lake City when the incident was said to have occurred, did I manage to escape with my life. The police were no help. But the “end-game” for most, if not all, “gangstalking”, is to get the T.I. to commit suicide. Barring that, they want you to go insane and murder someone else, so they can lock you up in some place forever. The point of the “experiment” of “gangstalking” is to accomplish what the FBI’s “COINTELPRO” operations did in the 1960s and 1970s to infiltrate fringe political groups fighting the status quo federal government to end things such as the Vietnam War and “Jim Crow” racism – send “bad actors” to surround the target, paid to “follow a script” intended to mislead and create chaos in the life of the target. Once you publicly shame and discredit the target, you can do whatever you wish to them. Except with “gangstalking”, the targets are randomly selected, for any reason, or for no reason. Whereas the old “COINTELPRO” was aimed at political-protest figures like MLK, Malcolm X and Abbie Hoffman among others, the targets of “gangstalking” are so random that it’s as if their names were pulled out of a hat in some evil lottery. Why? It adds to the unbelievability of it. The first question people ask me is: “Why would someone do that to you?” My answer is: “Why not?” It’s like the old LSD experiments in the 1950s performed as part of the CIA’s “MK-ULTRA” program: the LSD was slipped into the drinks of random subjects, who were then observed and their behavior recorded by those spying on them. When those people reported to their friends & family, or the police, what happened, don’t you think they were written off as insane? Since no one knew about LSD at that time? And were probably asked: “Why would someone do that to you?”

I ended up finding the device in my house that was causing the “V2K” or “Frey Effect”: it was a digital thermostat on my wall, or at least, disguised as such. We had an old gas heater in the corner of the living room with its own thermostat, analog rheostat knobs. One day, I noticed a “Honeywell” digital thermostat on the wall – except, we have no central heat or AC. The size of a pack of cigarettes, it was stuck on the wall with two-sided tape, with no wires connecting it to anything. Certainly it did not connect to the old analog gas heater. Why was it there?

Well, in 2004 I wasn’t familiar with the “Google” search engine but I used something called “AllTheWeb.com”, and I went to the CSU library on the Fort Collins campus and got on a computer: I typed in “Spy devices disguised as household items”. That digital thermostat was the very first item to pop up on the search! I went to the webpage, and it had a photo of the device which was exactly like the one at my house. The blurb next to it described it as a device that sends out some kind of pulsing radar signal that can see and hear everything within a set distance of the device, like 50 or 100 ft. around it, then stores the info on a chip inside the device similar to a thumb-drive. I don’t remember but I imagine it’s a microwave-based signal. It both “receives” and “transmits”, and can communicate with a remote device. So in other words, this spy device disguised as a digital thermostat in 2004, did what the modern-day “smart meter” that your local electric company wants to install on your house now to replace your old analog electric meter. They want to sell it as being able to “talk to” your “smart appliances”, but any police agency or spy outfit with the right software can use it to spy on you inside your home. In my case in 2004, someone used it to send the V2K “voices” at me.

I’m hoping T.I.’s like me can band together. I’m hoping for someone to find a way we can meet and have a forum. There seems to be fake websites intended to discourage and mislead us. I wrote letters to four “T.I. help groups” found online, and no one wrote back. Perhaps the feds plucked the letters out of the mail before they made it, I don’t know. But where there’s a will, there’s a way. I encourage anyone with ideas, or just any T.I.s, to write to me at the address below. You are not alone!

David-Matt Strunk #102504
Arkansas Valley Correctional Facility
12750 Hwy. 96 @ Lane 13
Ordway, CO. 81034

I.

From my suffering I create beauty so as to not have suffered in vain

What else is left as my task when every moment merely gifts pain

Nobody else can unearth the gifts my mind now holds

Every passion, every urge, born of humanity’s test

No god could allow it, nor god’s cause be worthy of worship

I tire merely from waking

My dream

Temps me

Dreaming of blissful lapse in consciousness eventide

Till one must resume the hate filled affair deemed inopportune

Why did I have to be born?

Could I not have just died young?

My life is an ongoing tragedy that will always result in my death

In defiance

I choose to wake everyday rather than merely lie dormant

My ongoing exertion

A will to power

Exhaustion

Will my body grant me permission to do as I decide?

Fatigue dissuades and prevents anything coming to be

My passion lies in nothing

From nothing I make everything

Creation

II.

How could I fail to notice my fleeting control

My own life as only subject

Failing constantly

Why should I desire freedom’s dawn?

Should life truly be more?

What is more?

Am I free?

I seldom wake at a time of my choosing

Moving around in a cell

Coming to terms

Life simply is

Life is tragedy

III.

When I wake I still taste slumber’s gift

Born again once like before

Playfully weaving amidst morning’s pain

Fresh and airy

Calm

Day’s toil stands before me

Ever-progressing onwards hitherto

A passing

Consumption

Sofia DeFerrari 23976151
Coffee Creek Correctional Facility
24499 SW Grahams Ferry Road
Wilsonville, OR 97070

A CULTURE BY ANY OTHER NAME

The following is a true story set within a long and continuing saga. Names and nicknames have been changed in order to protect the reader, writer, subjects, and any possible victims of the subjects’ crimes. Depending upon the amount of interest, more reports will follow.

Something was amiss. DK stood behind the bars and expanded metal (a.k.a. chicken wire), his eyes ping-ponging between my face and the wall to his right. On the other side of the three inches of reinforced concrete, his neighbor–a large lump–undulated beneath a worn wool blanket. Across the way, a sky, as gray and drab as the blanket, shamed the sun and was broken into bits by a multi-paned window. In the next cell, GI Joe sits on his bunk, resting his chin in a palm, eyes shifting between the potholed floor and pockmarked wall.

There are times when I can walk onto an administrative segregated cell-block and, even before words are spoken, know something is wrong. Like any other community, heartache, loneliness, and despair are shared among its citizens. Biggun, the man under the blanket, was suffering and his neighbors’ sympathetic postures spoke loudly of their friend’s melancholy.

Neither DK nor GI Joe rarely see the man (or one another) who sleeps, eats, and paces the small space between the bunk and the wall. But for the daily shower, or weekly recreation offering, or maybe a rare trip up the hall to the medical department, these men are resigned to live out their existences in individual 5’x9’ boxes. Sure, they share conversation but, from their perspective, speech communication is more akin to chattering to a friend on the telephone than by face to face connection. On days like this, the three inches of wall might as well be a thousand miles of telephone wire.

“What’s up buddy?” I ask DK, who calls me closer then whispers: “Biggun ain’t doin too good.” I shift my weight onto my left leg and peer in the adjacent cell. Even I know he’s a night owl, so the fact that the man is under his blanket at noon does not indicate a problem. Continuing the inquiry, “Is the COPD giving ‘em hell?” GI Joe hollers from his cell, “Hell no, it ain’t that bad, thank God.” I tuck my head as close to DK’s as the chicken wire will let me. Personal space bubbles are made non-existent by the impossible barrier. “Biggun is losin’ touch with the world,” he says while looking at nothing over my shoulder, fearing the bleakness likely in his own future.

One might think the man is accusing his friend of becoming mentally unbalanced. Sure, segregation does result in psychological dysfunction, and has likely contributed to Biggun’s degeneration, but DK isn’t “deep end” diagnosing the man. No, the problem here is something every human being experiences. People come into and out of our lives. 

I’m relieved to know it’s not the lung disease giving him fits. A few weeks prior to the present agitation, another denizen of seg, a few cells down, who certainly suffers grave mental illness, started a fire. After tenderizing his polyurethane mattress cover with a tub of hair grease, he tore it into manageable pieces, and then using a bottle of baby oil, tossed leafy strips into a combustible salad. Shoving the pile of oiled-up plastic under the door, the man stuck an inch of pencil lead into one side of the electric wall socket and a blade from a disposable razor into the other. Next, he rolled two squares of toilet paper into two separate tiny sticks, fraying the ends of one to be used as tinder. For a handle, the undamaged stick of tissue was wrapped around another small shaft of lead; it resembled a gray and white crucifix. Another loose sheet of TP will act as kindling. No one needs matches in seg.

Pencil lead is not really lead, but graphite. Graphite retards the electrical current keeping the spark to a minimum: enough to get the job done without waking the sleeping bossman or trippin’ the breaker. Holding the crucifix by the toilet paper handle, he touches the crossbar to the lead, and simultaneously to the razor, short circuiting the outlet.

The arsonist was coming down off of his last K-2 high. Forgetting he’d eaten lunch an hour ago, his lagging mind figured the authorities had screwed him over again. He wanted his tray NOW! Before resorting to his fire-buggishness, the usual tantrum played out through a half hour of door rattling, locker slamming and screaming obscenities. Before a bogus suicide attempt, arson would be the next final demand for attention.

Poor reflexes are not conducive to the job at hand. A split second too long and the electrical current overrides the baffling graphite and the small spark becomes an explosion of white-hot-tedness. From outside the cell, it looks as if a dramatic spiritual experience might be overtaking the man. Quickly taking the tinder to the door, he pushes the burning TP through the chicken wire and grins with joker-like satisfaction as it ignites the pile of greased up plastic. The man called Southwest has struck again.

On this particular cellblock, there are three stacked rows of twenty-four single man cells. The fire is on the third row, the smoke cannot rise any further. Slowly the thick black shadow collects on the inadequately ventilated ceiling. As the smoke builds to overflowing, a sinister creeping death begins to finger its way into the cells. Trapped. The inhabitants have nowhere to run.

Slamming lockers, rattling bars, and noisy voices are normal, day-to-day events, in seg. Intentional flooding and firestarting are not rare but there are times when a week will go by without the need to vehemently call for attention through these modes. DK, Biggun, and GI Joe are ol’ hands and are well versed at building dams to divert flash–toilet water–floods, and draping blankets to turn, or at least filter encroaching smoke.

Southwest’s unusually ugly mixture burns and billows like a pile of smoldering tires. DK’s cell is the first to give way to the intrusive madness. The blankets are not doing the job, so he places both of his 10” fans against the chicken wire and turns the pitiful defense weapons on high. Its knife vs. nuclear weapon. As smoke keeps coming, DK lowers himself to the floor and crawls on his knees to the back of his cell. There are no fire alarms in seg and bossman is still sleeping, or just ignoring the usual noise while doing paperwork in the ground-floor break area. DK yells, “Lookout boys, this is getting’ serious.” He’s slithering around on the floor feeling for a towel or shirt to wet in the sink. Later on he tells me what was on his mind. “Roo, I was thinking about my sons. I was helpless. I thought that this was the end.” From his position, the sink is too high, so he dunks the shirt into the toilet. Taking one last breath from the shrinking floor bordered air pocket, he rises to his knees, pulls the shirt from the water, sticks his head in the toilet, placing his face within inches of the water, and drapes the wet garment over his head and the mouth of the stool.

Prison toilets are notoriously powerful sucking devices. It’s also worth noting, cell-block toilets are not just toilets. They have double, triple, and quadruple duties. The privy is a prisoner’s best friend. It can be a laundry machine, a bathing trough, and an occasional refrigerator. It goes without saying that there are a lot of irresponsible people in prison and this fact necessitates muscular, high-pressure, plumbing. Empty ramen noodle and cookie packages disappear in the blink of an eye. The heavier chili w/bean and mackerel parcels take a little prodding but go down easily. Just as a free world washer or dryer will eat a sock, one can imagine that somewhere, deep in the bowels of every prison sewer system, there are mountains of socks with an assortment of tee-shirts, boxers, washcloths, and shorts mixed in. With some encouragement, a full-sized bed sheet has been known to get flushed.

For those who smoke marijuana, K-2, or contraband cigarettes, the lavatory can be more than a friend. If the flush button is held while one blows his smoke into it , the reverse pressure will draw the reek into the sewer pipe. Although sober for five years, this tidbit of convict wisdom is the rationale for DK’s actions. By putting his face in the orifice, covering his head and the rest of the toilet’s opening with the wet towel, and holding the flush button down, the beastly draw of prison plumbing sucks out the trapped smoke.

After catching his breath, DK checks on his friends. “Hey, is it as bad in y’all’s cells?” Though proud of his service, and like most combat vets, GI Joe never talks much about his military experiences. Never-the-less, every now and then, a situation like the one at hand would allow a listener to get a peep into some of the darkness this young man carries with him. “Hell yeah it’s bad, now I know how them Afghani’s felt when we used to smoke em out of the tunnels.” From his own crapper, GI Joe was bobbing for air, too. Wrapping a wet towel and wet shirt around his face for some extra filtration, he’d one-upped DK.

Simultaneously, DK and GI Joe reached over and knocked on the wall separating their own cells and the one in between. Having the Asatru religion in common, GI Joe was especially fond of Biggun. “Lookout fatso, are you a’ight or what.” DK is a Christian, but he and Biggun are 12 steppers: in their own way they, too, are brothers. DK knocks a little harder and yells, “Biggun, put down the cookies and check in.”

The sound of a body hitting the floor is almost indescribable but unmistakable to the ones who are in earshot. The expression, “dropped like a sack of potatoes,” can render an audible for the reader, but no Russet, or Idaho ever spewed its last wind when hitting into the ground. Biggun, disoriented by the smoke, never made it the five feet to his lifesaving toilet. All experience went out the window: well, if he’d had a window. Individually, COPD, asthma, and burning plastic are enemies to the lungs. United, they are a lethal sniper. His friends quickly recognized the trouble and fighting against their own instincts for self-preservation, they quickly shed their protective gear, crawled to the front of their cells and began the “Man Down” outcry.

During a life and death situation, counting on the overworked and underpaid prison guard, who has very little, if any, lifesaving education can add a layer or stress to an already stressful state of affairs. Biggun survived the ordeal but his current troubles make him wish he hadn’t. After a decade in prison, most of it spent in administrative segregation, Biggun’s family and friends are dwindling away. He is losing touch with the world. Loss of loved one, in all its forms, whether through rejection, or death, or just plain old, out of sight-out of mind forgetfulness, can be as suffocating as being trapped in a prison cell full of poisonous smoke.

For prisoners, physical separation might be the first and last step in perpetual detachment from those that mean the most. But, for those who are classified as general population prisoners, contact visits are afforded. If friends and family members so desire, and can afford the trip, a hug, a kiss, or a handshake might be the touch of preserving the relationship. Sometimes physical touch is not possible, but relationships are more than simple human contact.

For the prisoner whose status has been relegated to administrative segregation, he or she will not enjoy the feel of a spouse’s soft cheek, or rough 5 o’clock shadow. With a layer of thick glass separating the convict from the visitor, the calloused or a well manicured hand of a father or mother is impossible to experience. No matter how hard one tries, or how great the imagination, the wonderful scent of a new baby’s head is impossible to fathom through the double screen–a protective covering meant to channel the conversation while preventing the touch. The hug from a son or daughter, or handshake from a close friend are impossible challenges. The dirty visitation window is less appealing than the photographs taped to a convict’s wall–at least he can touch the images.

Even if visits are not possible for the inmate’s family, letters and phone calls keep the relationship from falling completely apart. When the time between letters grows to weeks, anxiety sets in. If a month passes, panic sets in. When the damning “return to sender/change of address” stamp adorns the original envelope, well…

“My people fell off,” is a common statement shared among long term prisoners. Time lessens the pain, but during the period of initial separation, a person may feel hopeless. The hopeless feeling is especially true for those whose time is lived out in complete physical detachment from all humanity. A bleak life, resigned to a 5’x9’ cell, helplessly counting friends and family disintegrating, like bottles shot from fence-posts, is the unintentional and unimaginable consequence of a segger’s choices.

Under a gray wool blanket, Biggun’s breath is steady. He is not asleep, but will lay there in the dark for hours wishing he could just drift off and never wake up.

I, too, am a prisoner. I, too, have done time in seg, but now roam the prison grounds, classified as general population (GP). Certain qualifications permit a particular job assignment. One of my duties entails walking the seg tiers, and building relationships with men who are classified as dangerous (or protected due to certain vulnerabilities), while trying to offer something for the men to hope for. Texas prisoners do not get paid for their work. Altruistic service to others is an undertaking that pays great dividends.

My people fell off a long time ago. These men in seg help me much more than I could ever benefit them. They are my friends, they are my family. They filter the creeping death of despair which seeks to penetrate my own conscience. These men are the fresh air preventing the suffocating loneliness from entering my own sphere of existence. DK, GI Joe, Biggun, and others are as much counsel for me as I am supposed to be for them. But I am still just a visitor in their world. Someday I, too, might “fall off.”

[All following stories will include a look into the hope I share with the men who are in administrative segregation.]

Ross Hartwell 1893452

PO Box 660400

Dallas, TX 75266

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

It is not only a recurring theme, but it would seem to be the main theme, if not the only theme. People, human beings, are dropping dead while in custody of the Virginia DOC. They are dying. It is strictly due to VaDOC policy, and in most cases it is wholely avoidable. Whether it is a death due to past surgery complications (sepsis) as in the case of Donnie Wayne Perry, being eaten alive by cancer as in the case of Robert Teindolt, or the dozens of overdoses occurring every week at every VaDOC prison (yet another death at Dilwyn this past week, where they average 3-5 OD’s per week), this is the outcome expected.

We are on yet another lockdown at Dilwyn Corruption Center. The usual response to a drug overdose that could not be salvaged into a story of survival. This lockdown will consist of all the usual fun and games; guards in not so fancy uniforms ripping through the personal belongs of 80 people crammed into overcrowded warehouses (literally). Strip searches and X-rays of too thin bed mats and pillows that you couldn’t hide a pad of paper in. Denied exercise, cut off from contact with friends and family, exactly all the things that might influence a person to want to escape from reality by getting high. The VaDOC is not only exacerbating the mental health crisis that lead to addiction and relapses, but it is widely reported and as widely understood and accepted it is VaDOC staff who are responsible for the majority of the drugs brought through the gates.

The VaDOC now intercepts every item mailed to captives, including but not limited to: legal mail, magazines, newspapers, newsletters, books and more. VaDOC interception requires all of the above be mailed to a central processing hub (the Central Scrutinizer) where it is x-rayed, processed by dogs, opened by drugs coming in to VaDOC prisons by any measurable amount. Visitations are also highly monitored to the point of being invasive and violating, again changing nothing. All of this is to cover up the VaDOC’s staff being the main problem, aside from continuing archaic, and proven failed, drug policies of all levels of government.

In some buildings at Dilwyn, people will be getting high only a few hours after their building is done being searched. You might be surprised by such a revelation, but not a single captive or staff member at DWCC is the least bit caught off guard. In fact it will not be a surprise if there is an OD or even a death just a few hours after the search ends. Failed policies that are not only archaic, but useless. Environments that have exactly zero to do with corrections and are instead built for human trafficking of captives, lending to a constant state of hopelessness and “why bother” attitudes. Staffed by people who only barely meet the way too low standards set by the VaDOC, who still can not get above staffing requirement numbers.

This is Virginia, where using state documents, it can be clearly shown that police represent a severe threat to civilians in their own homes, where judges are biased and hold investments in the prison industry, and where the prisons kill people daily.

Steven McCain 2096064
Wainwright Unit
PO Box 660400
Dallas, TX 75266

There is a new thing goin on, a kind of social manipulation that isn’t gangstalking-proper, but works together with it seamlessly. I don’t know who runs it, but it has Agenda 21 written all over it. (Agenda 21 is a United Nations policy to help form the New World Order. Google it)

Much like the caste system in India, this is a power move intended to keep people trapped in the social class they are already in and thwarts advancement, especially for homeless people and convicted felons on parole. They want the homeless and parolees to stay homeless and they don’t want the parolees to rise above their parole status. I do not yet have a name for it, but a buddy of mine calls the people behind this “Shepherds” because the homeless and the parolees get herded around like flocks of sheep and if one sheep strays out of the herd, a shepherd goes and gets the one sheep and re-inserts it back into the flock.

In a similar way, if a homeless person or a parolee manages to score a high-paying job so that they can afford to pay off all their fines and fees and get their own apartment or house, thus breaking away from the cycle of homeless shelters, halfway-houses and government subsidy housing, they send an agent to befriend this person, then manipulate them to get fired from the job, or violate parole.

The purpose of this is to keep the lower-rung social class trapped in the cycle of homelessness and being continuously on parole or probation. In Colorado, the lawmakers have set things up to create “perpetual parole”, in the sense that there’s so many rules and programs you have to complete and pay for that if you violate any of them or don’t complete and pay for that if you violate any of them or don’t complete a program, the courts can reimpose the parole or probation over again so that you can never complete it and walk free.

My belief is that they want this because the chronically homeless and parolees have to depend on a plethora of various government-run services and programs and it literally takes up your whole day to do it all every day. It’s so stressful that if you manage to get a half-hour or maybe an hour of free time, you’ll go to the liquor store or the dopeman to buy some “stress management”, which leads to trouble. But, like a lot of things, money solves it so they don’t want you to have money.

They want you at your nearest Labor Ready day-labor office at 5 am with your steel-toe boots on to go do some shit job for minimum wage so you can hand over your whole pitiful check to the courts or the halfway house and stay on the treadmill. If you score a real job that pays well, you can pay off all that shit and get off of the government teat. They will literally send these agents to sabotage you.

David-Matthew Strunk 102504
Fremont Correctional Facility
PO Box 999
Canon City, CO 81215

Foreward

I would hate to establish myself as an authority on Stirner’s “Unique…”, and given circumstance I am not even able to dissect this work as much as it would please me to do. Everything expounded on here is my interpretation, and though I have spent considerable time with the text and can likely kick off your own study or interest of it…I am All-Too Human. It is a long work, especially for those with no taste for intellectual work, sarcasm, and double meanings. I did this for my own enjoyment, and would be betraying my sediment to not do as such. This is my favorite book, I invite discussion on it. I likely miss the mark at times – let’s hope I capture the spirit.

Introduction

I am going through the entirety of this book, to both the best of my ability and this medium. More comes to surface every re-read, even today.

What You Can Expect

• summaries to the best of my ability, of each section.
• various passages and quotes I’ve elected to highlight, and my commentary where appropriate.
• some pictures

What Won’t Be Here

• ‘Truth’
• the entire book
• professionalism

You can find the book on theanarchistlibrary.org, it is freely pirateable. I recommend Wolfi’s intro, it details some of the idiosyncrasies very well. It is an old and oft misunderstood piece. Many words do not have their traditional meaning, or are used to mean multiple things at the same time. You get more used to it the more familiar the text becomes. I will just recommend reading sections on your own at times – sorry.

“I have based my affair on nothing”

This is Stirner’s introduction to his book, it’s relatively short (2 pages) and is the essence of the book. [Only my own cause…only thinks of himself! pg. 1] Stirner is aware, almost overly, of what society would ask of him – to be self-less. [But we, we are…’serve a higher cause.’ pg. 1] We are supposed to be a ‘drop in the bucket,’ our affair to be annihilated by the greater. [The patriots fall in…’blossoming nation.’ pg. 2] Nationalism treats the individual, even duped servants, as literal filth, to build the shitpile ‘nation.’ [Try just once to…trip to his jail. pg. 2] The State wants to possess you, to the point of violence enacted on those who defy the State. [Which good, which bad?…any sense to me. pg. 2] As we will come to learn, morals are another ‘greater,’ a God, in short – religion. [For me, there…greater than me! pg. 2] Daddy telling it like it is – preach.

Part 1: Humanity

The first part of this book touches on, mostly, what-is. Stirner airs some of his grievances and arguments against religion.

Chapter 1: A Human Life

Another brief section (5 pages), Stirner largely talks about growing up and the development of mind, of becoming spirit, and eventually egoist. [Before the things that…withdraw, but take courage. pg. 5] As one develops mindset they begin to actually confront the world and not merely be scared by it. [Only now do we…only started at it. pg. 6] I do like this quote absent of context, in the broader sense, but Stirner behooves us to acknowledge that prior to our development of mind, we did little more with our world than stare at it. [“That is unreasonable, un-christian…us away from it. pg. 7] We are ruled by our conscience, our ideas, before we’re scared of consequence. [But with that, I,…and feel my emptiness pg. 8] As we understand things, even ourself as human (and this is of special note), the spirit of the thing has its legs kicked out by the perfect spirit, this other and un-own. We begin to feel hopeless at the unattainable; the human being. [And now I take…relate everything to myself. pg 10] As Stirner casts aside these spirits and takes ownership of his mind, his thoughts – the world is his, in all senses of the term property; his life revolves around him.

Section 2: Human Beings of Ancient and Modern Times

Literally a paragraph, an intro for this incoming ahistorical mockery of Hegel. Stirner is a fan of laughing in one’s face, and this adds an air of – seriousness, certainly.

2.1 The Ancients

A very sarcasm-laced detailing of Pre-christian history. Stirner touches on a lot, from the Stoics to the Epicureans, and a lot of it relates to spirit – spiritual freedom. Christianity radically changed the world, what was valued or sought after. [We are quite familiar…he is – the christian pg. 13] Stirner obviously holds christianity in contempt, and may be alluding to what is to come with the following sentence, questioning whether Jesus will be surpassed. [But to serve the…is – to be moral. pg 15] And in serving the good cause, one is not serving themself. [One who feels himself…for his “dear life.” pg 17-18] Stirner addresses how christians deal with their sorry existence; the sentence before this quote on the ancients’ sharpness and depth of perception being as far as Earth is from heaven, compared to christians, speaks to his disdain for the pious nihilism.

2.2 The Moderns

A detailing of aspects of the Reformation, humanism, the growth of the human spirit, or the human being as only spirit. Stirner is further developing this argument, one we will see throughout the phantasmbook [The spirit which, …improvement of the world pg. 23] Here Stirner talks of the spirit as something separate from anything worldly; essence. The spirit is concerned with the spiritual, holding the world in contempt. To the spirit, we are ‘the shitpile.’

2.2.1 The Spirit

Detailed expounding on the spirit, in a relatively small section (4 pages). There’s a lot of wordplay going on with the word spirit, and Stirner’s atheism really shines. Be mindful that ‘essence [of]’ and ‘spirit’ interplay here. [This its creations make…they are its world. pg. 24-25] Spirits create themselves, and in doing so form the world they live in. [Despite your atheism, you…your zeal against egoism. pg 26] The obsession with spirit turns even atheists against egoism. [A good patriot, for…fatherland and no patriotism. pg. 26] Patriotism is religion. [You carry your knightly…the spirits, i.e., ideas. pg. 26] The spirit is truth.

2.2.2 The Possessed

Stirner describes the spiritual world, one where the sacred rules: the human being, your essence. There is nothing greater or supreme, être suprême, but many will fight over this idea of a highest essence. [Have you ever seen…the existence of spirits. pg. 29] A good example of Stirner’s playful sarcasm, who wouldn’t trust their grandmother? [If even in a…true well-being, something “sacred.” pg. 31-32] And if you take just one sacred interest to heart, it will rule you. [Sacred things exist only…him the involuntary egoist. pg. 32] Are you really serving yourself, seeking exaltation? Partially, hence Stirner’s choice of involuntary egoism. [Every higher essence, like…an essence over us pg. 33] These essences mean we do not act in our own interest. [The atheists carry on…and – held as sacred? pg. 33] The sacred is not us, even should you be its creator. It is – higher. [And as divine revelations…through “true human beings.” pg. 33-34] Those who outline what humanity aught be, the human being, gift us this elevation through true human beings. [If one smiles compassionately…the most devout christian. pg. 34] Laughing in the face of those who would argue truth of the highest essence appears to be Stirner’s goal, with the sarcastic closing sentence accomplishing just that: [So in the foremost…our “holy faith.” pg. 34]

2.2.2.1 The Phantasm

In taking the highest essence, an existence of it, as truth, assumption, this phantasm has been allowed to create itself – by haunting the individual. [Behind the existent world…they sought the absurdity. pg. 35] Stirner is amazed at this quest others have undertaken, for the thing-in-itself, the highest essence. [The essence of the…world essence (world activity). pg. 35] In looking for this essence, this truth, those who believe in ghosts see the world as marvelous — if we are to believe Stirner, this world essence is little more than vanity, a deception as to its true appearance. [To recognize and acknowledge…essences, phantasms, and ghosts. pg. 36] There are ghosts all around those who are still possessed, must we do away with them to become our own? [From now on the…himself, he frightens himself. pg. 36] In making one’s new God the human being, in the phantasm laying claim to one’s own person, one is — spirit. [If I didn’t see…have to respect you? pg. 36] Religion is the sole decider in one’s respect for other’s autonomy. [The people is a…spirit of the people. pg. 37] Much like humanity, which perhaps an almost direct parallel could be drawn, one is called to serve the people, or to be represented by this spirit, to the deficit of the individual. [If I embrace and…because it is you. pg. 37] I love you. [A ghost in every corner! pg. 37] Spirits are everywhere, haunting everything. [For example, above all…etc., etc., are sacred. pg. 38] Long live the King!

2.2.2.2 Bats in the Belfry

Thankfully, we cannot tell Stirner, due to subdivisioning and subsectioning: “You have one too many chapters!” Stirner attacks any and all fixed ideas as a bat in the belfry, from morals to monogamy, from humanity to Law, even reason — you are possessed by spirits. [Man, your head is…bats in your belfry! pg. 38] “[The] phrase implies having unnecessary and excessive things in your head” Wolf; footnote 25. [You have a fixed idea! pg. 38] A sacred idea. [Isn’t all the foolish…such a vast space? pg. 38] Most of the world is possessed by spirits, their freedom is only the appearance. [But I do not…my brothers are arch-fools. pg. 39] My brothers have fixed ideas. [Yes, the “fixed idea”…is truly the sacred. pg. 39] Yeah. [As much as he…namely a moral christian. pg. 40] This is similar to Nietzsche’s trashing of 3/4th christians, those pious atheists. [The stigma of “crime”…of corrections, in prisons. pg. 41] As I do. [Moral faith is as fanatical as religious faith! pg. 41] Try to challenge the moralist’s views on theft, property. [“Truth, morality, right, light…be and remain “sacred.” pg. 41] Like the presumptive existence of (a) God. [In the end the…a religious snake-skin. pg. 42] Morals are religion, perhaps Jesus has been surpassed? [To expel God from…divine is truly human! pg. 43] We clearly must finish robbing God; by dispelling the essence? [The same people who…the sacred, a “hierarchy.” pg. 43] Morals are hierarchy — whose morals? [And what today is not called religion? pg. 43] Just about everything is religion, yeah. [Now we are so…by “oath of office.” pg. 44] I can attest, though I forewent trial for good reason. [In the law of…himself to be moral. pg. 44-45] The human being fills the same role God did, in making Law. [Based on the principle…which realized the good. pg. 45] In this way, legal murder exists — the State can kill, for the good cause, but heavens forbid I, or any individual, murder. [Aren’t you familiar with…”legal” and sanctioned one? pg. 45] Death row, the death penalty, street execution, the guillotine. [So you admit that…nothing other than loyalty. pg. 45] Good is in the eye of the beholder. [Why don’t certain opposition movements flourish? pg. 46] Anarchy, even? Merely for the reason that they don’t want to leave the path of morality or legality. [In the moral relationship…other wills the opposite. pg. 46] Two Will to Powers butt heads. [No, it must sacrifice…the law of morality. pg. 46] One gives up their will to be a servant of morality. [Just get together with a servile loyalist, you liberals. pg. 47] Seriously. [And then these same…act of the rebel. pg. 47-48] People don’t like being obedient, moral subjects as much as they appear to, no? The immoral rebel is cheered for. [The good couldn’t have…neither of the two. pg. 48] Transgress morals and become your insurrection. [The rough fist of…of egoism utterly ruthlessly. pg. 48] My confinement an obvious example. [The moral person is…than the “moral” person. pg. 49] Morals are absolute, fixed, sacred, and God help the immoral. [Morality looks quite different…the only authoritative power. pg. 50] Take the assertion to not kill, presented via biblical ‘thou shalt’ and juxtaposed to legal statutes and whatnot. [Because this morality perfected…on its own account. pg. 51] As it has. [If morality had conquered…of masters has occurred. pg. 51] Morality is a new master, ruler. [It is just a new — religion. pg. 52] [Haven’t the shamelessness and…measure and all expectations? pg. 53] Whatever is sacred is truth — morals. [You are supposed to…to seek your benefit. pg. 53] Stirner is talking of calls to altruism here, you may take it more broadly, I do recommend the surrounding passes for his broader view on altruism. [He listens only to…gags the lawless word pg. 57] The possessed are ruled by these spirits. [For both, the spirit…appointed governor is entitled. pg. 57] Both liberal and anti-liberal extol the spirit. [That an absolute existed…recognizing and depicting it. pg. 58] The absolute is sacred. [Who would never have…shudder, …and soon. pg. 58] We are molded, shaped — conditioned. [Young people are mature…are declared of age. pg. 58-59] Outside the jokes to be made of twitter; one matures when they act as tradition demands.

2.3 The Hierarchy

Here are present some of the most egregious terms, as Stirner furthers his mockery of Hegel’s own worldview. Wolf describes this well, you can refer to his intro if you’d like. Of note, as I am a pessimist, that references to ‘Chinese’ or ‘Japanese’ are stand-ins for ‘German’ to evade censorship of Stirner’s time. This section furthers the overarching argument present in the text: what is sacred rules you. [My worth cannot possibly…God and the world. pg. 60] How can I shine next to a diamond like God, humanity? [Through the heaven of…break its hostile power. pg. 62] Civilization’s protections are a farce. [Before the sacred, people…and humbly toward it. pg. 64] One needs to be subservient to the sacred, and as Stirner further explains: what is sacred is so by our decision, my bending the knee, not innately. [Hierarchy is the rule…rule of the spirit! pg. 66] A bold statement, in line with the overall text and the prior passage challenging the assumption humans must be religious, moral. [The most oppressive phantasm is the human being. pg. 67] Why create a spirit, a fixed idea of what being human is, to chase after? To oppress humans, clearly. I alone am I, I am — unique. [There is even no…upon as his calling. pg. 69] Our existence is riddled with sacred ideas that would demand I lie prostrate to them. [The human is indeed not a person, but a ideal, a phantasm. pg. 71] [Yes, yes, in time…drummed, rammed, and preached. pg. 74] I would prefer something else rammed me than the truth; morals are good. [If you no longer…tales find no — belief. pg. 74] Stirner holds our fear of ghosts is taught, by those afraid we’d otherwise be good-for-nothings. If you can’t make someone afraid, then you don’t control them (belief). [The heaven of the…being is thought — spirit. pg. 77] Mockery of Descartes and Luther; cogito, ergo sum. [This despotism only gets…becomes nothing to me. pg. 80] Family is sacred and must be disposed of. [The spy and lookout…conscience, I.e., a police matter. pg. 82] Our morals rule our thoughts — one is ashamed at their own thoughts. [No means are holy…makes the means sacred. pg. 84] The church stops at nothing to uphold itself, not even regicide as Stirner then highlights. [When I had raised…under lock and key pg. 86] Daddy turns the tables uWu. [But as people separated…concepts are to rule. pg. 88] You value yourself less than you ought with this relative assessment to humanity. [World history has dealt…that “being light-fingered”! pg. 89] One must respect their paltry freedom. [When you devour the…you are rid of it! pg. 90]

Section 3: The Free

This 3.4 with post-script section surmises Stirner’s views on, quite obviously, the bourgeoisie, the State, the Monarchs, socialists and communists, and humanists. Stirner simply hates liberals.

3.1 Political Liberalism “Bourgeois Society”

[Our sticking together is…together are the nation. pg. 93] Further said here is the mutual respect, possession by the spirit of the human being. [Anything inhuman or “egoistic”…”egoism pursues its essence.” pg. 94] Here Stirner begins to talk of the division in society, between one’s private matters and the nation. [The true human being…is always an egoist. pg. 94] The bourgeoisie say a lot. [One must act with…it lives in me. pg. 95] The state alienates you from your own — self-interest. [By the way, here…has power has right. pg. 96] The government has power, therefore it is right. [The monarch in the…monarch, the sovereign nation.” pg. 96] Really, not much has changed for the egoist, rather nothing in a better way. [What was longed for…permission nothing is authorized. pg. 96-97] The King’s right is more absolute than ever. [If one called it…measure it by that. pg. 97] Here Stirner toys with the matter of truly negating right, that one must not merely make a new right, but “[eliminate] the whole concept of right.” [It fought against the…people in constitutional states. pg. 99] Does the new aristocracy yet seem silly? [But if the deserving…a load of nonsense! pg. 99] [No “more rational” people…servants of the State. pg. 99] Obedience is good, much like my dog would do good to obey. [With the time of…anarchy, lawlessness, oneness. pg. 100] A good description of bourgeois society, and a concise argument for anarchy, with merely describing it concisely. [If the welfare of…that is useful to it. pg. 101] Nothing is, in-and-of-itself, immoral or off-limits for the State; it is sanctified. [Because one is indeed…in due legal form. pg. 103] We are not free, but enslaved to law. [It’s only the — state…being that forces them! pg. 103] You may be familiar with the phrase “Just doing my job,” to this effect. [The revolution was not…against a particular existence. pg. 105] In only disposing a particular existence, the virtuous rules then ruled. [The individual human being…a free bourgeois citizen. pg. 105] The spirit is free, why am I not? I am not yet spirit. [The bourgeoise professes a…as his deepest indignation. pg. 106-107] It is dangerous and despicable to defy bourgeois morals. [The state is a…status of the bourgeoisie. pg. 106] One must not be loyal and obedient to the State. [The workers have the…the State is lost. pg. 110] Sound familiar? A lot of people reach this conclusion.

3.2 Social Liberalism “Socialism/Communism”

I haven’t quite reached this level of cynicism and disdain for communism and socialism, let us see what Stirner has to say on the matter. [No one has any…law alone gives orders. pg. 111] Stirner furthers this prior critique, drawing parallels between political liberalism and social liberalism. [The lovely dream of…was up to now. pg. 117-118] We should concern ourselves with our affair.

3.3 Humane Liberalism “Humanism”

Elevating something higher than the individual; the human being – humane liberalism. [And you don’t notice…your idea of freedom? pg. 120] There is only one freedom, freedom for the human being — Not I. [If he can, he…to then — he can’t. pg. 121] Becoming a human being should not be your affair. [As self-will and property…or egoism in general. pg. 123] The human essence rids the egoist of their ownness. [Work and society are…but as an “egoist.” pg. 125] Work need satisfy the egoist, the individual, not society or the human being. [That in this he…character from his work. pg. 126] Do you seek the truth? [Well then, I reply…as what you are. pg. 128] I am not a human being, I am unique. [There can be nothing…breast of human being. pg. 131] uWu? [I don’t intend to…object, therefore my property. pg. 132-133] The world is mine. [The State, society, humanity…not overcome this devil. pg. 133] The devil here being the egoist, the individual, the inhuman monster — liberals undertake the task of convincing us we don’t want freedom. [An interest, whatever it…but I am its. pg. 136] So I will consume it before it can fix itself and become a fixed idea. [Political liberalism abolished the…God, must be abolished. pg. 136-37] [But since no one can…and raised over us. pg. 137]

3.4 Postscript

[Footnote 163] [But what if the…egoistic as the — unique. pg. 140-141] I am the unique. [But he can only…a criminal against them. pg. 143] Defying the government makes one a criminal. [I consume nothing but…only by consuming it. pg. 144] In assuming only oneself, one is able to “[be] both creator and creature in one”, to “[set] up or [create themself] for the first time.” I am, then, able to always act in my self-interest.

Part 2: “I”

This is my favorite part of the book; Stirner explores power, ownness, associating with others. The arguments he has been building up, against and about freedom, morality, religion, sacred interests, fixed ideas, and so forth, are continued. The overarching idea of this section is, as expected, that one should live life to their own enjoyment – self-interest, egoism.

Section 1: Owners

[Footnote 167] In a word, what makes one unique, their ownness. This section is all about desiring ownness over freedom. [I have no objection…also be an “owner.” pg. 147] [I am free from…waste myself on others. pg. 149] Be selfish, act in your self-interest. [You all want freedom…freedom is not freedom. pg. 151] Be free, but actually. [Even unfree, even in…I am also — present. pg. 154] I have this up in my prison cell. [Ownness works in the…him the desired freedom. pg. 155] You could call me a baby egoist, if you’d like. [I get around a…strength to overthrow them. pg. 157] We have as much freedom as we, the individual, have the power to make our own. [People don’t recognize in…yet through my ownness. pg. 158] [Of what use is…They keep on bleating. pg. 158] Liberal news outlets and their freedom, anyone? “Just vote.” [If the Greeks had…had a long way. pg. 158] Voting, the system, will never grant us freedom. [If I am not…proletarian protect the State? pg. 161] No, honestly. [It is only a…description of — the owner. pg. 161] Ownness.

2.2 The Owner

Here we see the difference between the liberal ideal, the human being, and, through ownness, becoming owner. [I — do I come…my own through liberalism? pg. 161] No. [To put it briefly…and not for me. pg. 163] Regard me as unique. [If the family is…be highest for him. pg. 165] Maintain the sacred, be possessed by the spirit. [Morality is not compatible…attach importance to morality. pg. 167] As we remember, our society has a bourgeois morality. [Therefore, the two of…the association of egoists. pg. 167-168] As I have and — do. [Its continued existence is…and its continued existence. pg. 168] Yeah right. [The human being is…like masculinity or femininity. pg. 170] Or neither. [The human being is…the father of lies. pg. 172] One themself is made — spirit, holy spirit. [My power is my…I am my property. pg. 173] I am my own.

2. I My Power

Stirner playfully talks of right, in all senses. Right is spirit, the right — phantasm. [Whether I am in…other judge than myself. pg. 175] Very different from absolutist morals, a true right. [No, only your power…give it to you. pg. 176] Power and strength exist in many ways — the State’s power, strength, makes it right, [This means nothing else…murder as a “wrong.” pg. 177] The State has the power to, largely, murder with impunity — so it does. [The dispute over property…therefore it is right. pg. 179] Pretty similar, no? Egoistic right, however, lacks a higher essence — it is not given to me, I make it mine. [Since human rights are…”grant,” to each other. pg. 179] [Another would simply ask…what my enemy wants? pg. 181] [But what is right…and so a command. pg. 182] I want my ownness, my power. [States last only so…”Will of the State.” pg. 183] [Whoever has to count…all over for lordship. pg. 183] Stirner invites us to devour our lords, to consume them rather than be servile. [My own will is…incomplete and easily persuaded. pg. 183] I write this in prison, convicted for Rioting. [Even if one were…have become my commander. pg. 183] The collective would rule me. [The State practices “violence,”…is above the State. pg. 184] I, this unique, am superior to the State. [Always the collectivity is…i.e., which is right. pg. 185] [But they want to…like a grouchy papa. pg. 186] [Papa state should allow…presence, like any child. pg. 187] Liberals are babies — they plead daddy for time on the playground and cry if it’s not the right one. [Alongside right goes wrong…you are a criminal! pg. 187] When one can judge, it is two-sided. Thus, powerful — rule. [Everyone should love the…treason worthy of death. pg. 190] God Bless America! [That the soulful person…these people, they prohibit. pg. 190] Do as I say, not as I do. [I establish what the…”penalty of the law.” pg. 191] To act immorally, one is punished by the law. [Only against a sacred…but only an opponent. pg. 191] Yeah. [crimes arise from fixed ideas. pg. 191] [Indeed, society would have…divine nor human right. pg. 192] I am a robber, too. [So people dream that…good and bad citizens. pg. 193] Bad citizen sometimes means little more than that one’s attributes make them — minority. [The last and most…complete — divergence or uniqueness. pg. 195] [What I have without…alone through my power. pg. 196] [I demand no right…with my unalienable rights. pg. 196] I have my ownness. [Authorized or unauthorized — it…powerful and the forceful. pg. 196]

2.2 Intercourse

The late John Moore’s “Lived Poetry: Stirner, Anarchy, Subjectivity, and the Art of Living” touches on this section, the lengthiest in the book, for any seeking further reading. This section is great, I’d rather highlight portions than tackle a traditional summary. [Indeed, if the interest…constitute it remains old. pg. 197] In dealing with the social question, the egoist always comes up short. [Can they be called…of the church, untouched? pg. 198] Am I — possessed? [This must ever be…is not my freedom! pg. 200] I want to be free, not to be deprived of my freedom so others may be free. [One cannot forfeit one’s…right to bear arms. pg. 200] As I have! At least I got some cool photos, threatened some pigs, robbed some stores. [A people cannot be…the most honest thinker. pg. 200] R.I.P. Socrates. [Actually all states, constitutions…tie, i.e., every fetter. pg. 201-202] As I become my own, the State ends — through my escape, I emerge (Austritt) [Everything sacred is a tie, a fetter. pg. 202] [Every people, every state is injurious to the individual. pg. 202] Death to the State. [The downfall of peoples…me to my rise. pg. 203] [That we collectively perform…must not be permitted. pg. 205] Yeah, imagine that. [Now if the egoistic…and evade its laws. pg. 206] Will you fight? [Our societies and states…order against us egoists. pg. 209] [So that it can…useful member of society. pg. 210] [An I that is…imaginary I, a phantasm. pg. 211] The proper I. [All institutions of the…of christianizing the people. pg. 211] [The State behaves as…the former on morality. pg. 211] Moral law tries ever so hard to christianize me. [But I am free in no State. pg. 212] A bit literal, given circumstance. [I am as bad…as in the other. pg. 214] All states are bad. [For me, anyway, the…that I must conquer. pg. 215] Much like the human being. [Anyone in whose head…and remains so forever. pg. 221] [I, this nothing, will…my creations from myself. pg. 221] [What does the party…swear to my flag. pg. 222] As I have, and mind you I have smashed church windows. [The party remains at…game, he takes part. pg. 224] I will laugh in your face. [The State cannot give…and regulations are sacred. pg. 224] If it did, the egoist would no longer be — unholy. [Today’s “nationals” have again…and special blood ties. pg. 230] [I am the owner…welfare of another humanity. pg. 231] I am the unique, the individual, and humanity is my essence. [Therefore, freedom of the…of an inhuman monster. pg. 232] Egoists are locked up. [His life, for example,…is worth to me. pg. 233] The King would, as an example, have little value to me. [The world belongs to…as its property. pg. 234] Since I am God, or the human being. [Property is what is mine. pg. 234] [I don’t shyly step…you can my property! pg. 234] OwO *steps on your counter to rob you* is this my property uWu. [Instead of owning the…which he turns round. pg. 235] The world is mine to relinquish. [Completely leaving aside the…possible only through property. pg. 237] The tree is my property in the same way it is its own unique, and I am its property. [Then pauperism can only…rise in the world. pg. 240] I have to become my own. [My ways must be…stops my mouth. pg. 241] One is supposed to be nothing to the State. [What then is my…power, full power, empowerment. pg. 242] [Egoism has no intention…will get for myself. pg. 242] Freedom, gender confirmation surgery, what else? [The distributive board of…care of all, dictates. pg. 243] Are we all to equally be paupers? [If people reach the…secure his contested property. pg. 244] [What a slave will…chains, one must — await. pg. 246] I await. [Would my egoism be…am capable of appropriating. pg. 249] Am I content with the needs of the human being? No, I want what I can get. [If they are capable…nothing; he could perish. pg. 250] Let us make our rulers perish. [One doesn’t pay with…of our power reaches. pg. 252] [Who’s supposed to give…according to my capability. pg. 252] I will make what is in my reach mine. [You’ll cry out about…doing violence to us. pg. 256] [We slave away twelve…wage of many thousands. pg. 256] Property in the bourgeois sense, is violence — capital, too. [It isn’t possible to…as a human being. pg. 259] [If you no longer…it loses all power. pg. 259] Let money die. [But my property is…is what is mine. pg. 261] My power, myself as unique, are mine. [A dog sees the…as brutal or “egoistic.” pg. 263] And this one is criminal. [In the banker’s wealth…means for doing so. pg. 263] Take what is yours.

[It must therefore become…now, serving a phantasm. pg. 266] The press should be our own, not subservient to right. [In a phrase, the…am not free from. pg. 267] [Not in the State…act of an insurrection. pg. 268] I’m doing decent. [But as a permission…its existence and extension. pg. 269] [I act as a…and using their imprudence. pg. 270] I am being corrected. [But I take it, because it is my property. pg. 271] [No government ever refused…as he is a human being. pg. 271] All? Why not me, you? [Fatherland, society, humanity, etc.,…to be an egoist. pg. 272] I am. [Only one can live…law or the criminal. pg. 274] Well, I am alive…in prison. [I also love human…not torture them. pg. 276] I just love this quote. [You love the human…tormenting of human beings. pg. 277] Love me not my spirit. [My love is my…objective or my property. pg. 279] I could be your property, too. [Do with it what…and I don’t care. pg. 282] I concern myself with my affair. [When the world…at most to myself. pg. 282] [When I spoke those…the lie frighten me. pg. 284] My Will to Deception. [My selfishness has an…will become my property. pg. 291] Less evil than it sounds, perhaps that’s the point? [Society demands that those…its laws allows them. pg. 292] Society demands obedience. [My humility makes its…its power to rule. pg. 292] I will hold my head high as I am denied my freedom. [The day-laborer would truly…wretch loves his master. pg. 296] And to them, I am their property. [And if I can…it is an — association. pg. 297] [If the society is…you consume the association. pg. 298] [Revolution and insurrection should…egoistic intention and action. pg. 301] My insurrection. [The revolution commands one…or raise himself up. pg. 301] [The insurrectionist strives to become constitution less. pg. 301] [Now, as happened with…insurrection isn’t accomplished first! pg. 303] Will we advance past this christian order? [My intercourse with the…to my self-enjoyment. pg. 304] I enjoyed writing this, and making my friends, in essence, read the spiritbook.

2.3 My Self-Enjoyment

The title aptly surmises it. [One who is worried…the enjoyment of life. pg. 305] Enjoy life — I am not afraid to die. [It’s something else altogether to live in — enjoyment. pg. 306] [Anyone who has to…but “blessed are the poor,” pg. 306] [However and whoever I…the true human being. pg. 312] I have slain the spirit. [But one frees a…to a fixed standpoint. pg. 318] Free them from all spirits. [An object raised above…thoughts toward the essence. pg. 318] Concern yourself with the spirit, no? [The degree of my…extent of my ownness. pg. 318-319] Where would I stand? [Everyone has a relationship…but a plaything, etc. pg. 319-320] Even a child can devour a spirit, until they are commanded to hold it as sacred. [Anyone who passes the…humanity would judge — criminally. pg. 320] The Bible is an error. [For that matter, how…so-called lack of restraint. pg. 328] The State will always encroach on your freedom, it is always to its benefit. [What would be gained…this freedom be mine? pg. 329] I am only free when I answer only to myself, when I do not ask for authorization. [If there is even…to be such truths. pg. 332] Respect for our fellow humans? Respect me. [The critic, when he…it precisely that “good.” pg. 334] Many critics take many fixed ideas, money as example, as truth. [Whether what I think…all the same to me. pg. 340] It is — my will. [Their sin is imaginary. pg. 343] [There is no sinner and no sinful egoism! pg. 343] [Well, if I no longer…all that is yours. pg. 344] [Therefore my needs are…sense of the — unique. pg. 344] You are yours, it is your power.

Chapter 3: The Unique

This chapter is 5 pages, a conclusion in some ways. Read it if you want, if you’ve read my selections it should largely make sense. [The christian world is…keep something back unmaterialized (unrealizable). pg. 346] The Holy Spirit. [The ideal “human being”…I have based my affair on nothing. pg. 349] A beautiful ending. ❤

Foreword: Stirner radically changed my life, furthered by my study of Friedrich Nietzsche in solitary confinement. I am happy Mongoose bought me this book in here. I do recommend “Stirner’s critics,” it is concise, and Stirner talks of this very book…he is a marvelous writer. I greatly appreciate any mail about the book, Max Stirner, this publication, or just in general. I am interested in furthering my friends’ understanding of this book, however I can, and this will likely not be the last of my writings.

Enjoy; one must leave life gifting it. – Sofia

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Sofia DeFerrari 23976151
Coffee Creek Correctional Facility
24499 SW Grahams Ferry Road
Wilsonville, OR 97070

“Why must the present state continue being so?
I waste away my life and barely make ends meet
Like every morning death’s call I readily greet
Never having bravery for even one blow
Obeying every order from owed industry
By consequences denied my own self-mastery
What could I become were I allowed to flourish?
My own will finally mine alone to nourish
I have no choice that tomorrow work continues
I torture myself with these dreams I still peruse
Nothing ever changes to stop the sun rising
How much power would I need to halt this cruelty?
Should my existential need be my sole advising
In defiance of what my sees as beauty?

Dakota’s eyes downcast, shadowed darker from gloom
Turning to their, they shift until they’re laying
Body tensed, overcast emotions displaying
Thought’s now relentless racing; reminiscent doom”

Every morning, you utter your usual groan prior work; every night you head to sleep, exhausted. You’re likely cognizant of these cycles, of your coerced state of reproducing daily living. You come home from work, you relax – you think of what is to come. Toil, leisure. You know what’s next because it’s been so – as you’ve willed, ad nauseum. Comfort is found in the expected, the safe – you need to work.

How do we know the sun will rise tomorrow? That it always has – that for things to not be as such would demand a dramatic change. We can’t necessarily predict the future – we operate under the assumption that the highly likely will become. When you arrive home from work – to rest – you are preparing to, again, work. You expect to, at least – even should, worse case, you be fired; work happens, again.

The longing for this state of rest – leisure; the dread of the toil that must come. Caught between, amidst, after, throughout – you become aware. You think of what will be, in longing or in dread. The expected. You reminisce – about your doom.

Work is a defilement of the will’s potential beauty. Made to do as another demands, as another dictates, through the ascription to a form of aesthetic creation – the adoption of an aesthetic – contrary to one’s self-interest; being made to think of one’s self-enslavement as virtuous. A hard day’s rest means you roll the stone again.

As Stirner says, for the master to not be master – the master must not be seen as master. The chains must be discarded, not atoned for, explained away, normalized. To believe things must be as such is integral to things being as such – or, as Mao says, to think things not being as such impossible is precisely what creates this impossibility. What one is willing to will, repeatedly, will continually come into being – and my desire for things to not be willed as such is a matter of a sufficiently strong will to power.

Rather than find comfort, of the hedonistic sort of the structural sort, in one’s conditions of oppression, enslavement – be uncomfortable, be unwilling, be defiant. Make things impossible to be as such. Refuse to reproduce your chains daily. Immediately – or bide your time?

Create your will to anarchy – however that might be.

Sofia DeFerrari 23976151
Coffee Creek Correctional Facility
24499 SW Grahams Ferry Road
Wilsonville, OR 97070