NOTE: Paulie Super Genius can be reached at 614-728-1152.
Though he has been instructed to pass the buck to Tommy “Beer Pong” Miller, who you can reach at:
Phone: 614-644-7233.
Email: thomas.miller@ohioattorneygeneral.gov
Fax: 614-578-9963
Mail / visit: 150 East Gay Street, 16th Floor, Columbus OH 43215-6001
OSP STARVATION TRAVEL-LOG, TUESDAY, DAY TWO
Policy circus continues. I could use a pizza.
You recall, 10:30 to 11:30 am on Saturday, policy changed regarding kiosk access. We could no longer use the kiosk twice per day once. Somebody typed up a notice posted next to the machines was used as justification for obstructing my communication to you and to Rick Kerger.
Here it is, Tuesday morning. I asked when we are scheduled kiosk visit for the day. The policy, which I am mailing to you, since I took one of the copies taped to the wall, says, “EACH INMATE IS ALLOWED ONE 20 MINUTE SESSION PER DAY ON THE JPAY KIOSK.”
Pretty clear. Unambiguous.
So, today, block officers tell me we “aren’t going by that,” which means that this policy was only policy long enough to prevent me from communicating with you and with legal counsel about fascist illegalities. Now, on Tuesday, when I invoke this same policy, they tell me this policy wasn’t written by ANYONE. The warden knew nothing about it. Deputy Warden McDonough knew nothing about it. Unit Manager Jackson, Case Manager Franklin– everyone working here has complete amnesia. And yet, I’m holding this piece of paper in my fuckin’ hand.
It’s a COSMIC MYSTERY.
The NEW policy, the third policy in 4 days, the “NEW new policy,” is that we get access once EVERY OTHER day… And, surprise surprise, today is NOT my day.
So, essentially, policies change every couple days right before I communicate with you and with legal counsel Richard Kerger, and each new policy prevents my communication. No idea when you might get this, as I anticipate that they will create a “NEW new new policy” before tomorrow evening.
Also, I have been consistently asking to speak to someone who knows something about this, since Saturday. Nobody has spoken to me, apart from a brief conversation with a lieutenant who didn’t even listen before essentially telling me to fuck off. I don’t know if everyone is AVOIDING me, or if someone who knows anything has failed to talk to me simply because there IS nobody who knows anything.
Quite a circus.
Meanwhile, two kiosks remain empty half the day on OUR day, but prisoners using it on the opposite day get to continue using it twice… Since none of them are Swain. Apparently, “new” policies don’t extend 20 feet across the hallway. Or NEW new policies. Or NEW new new policies.
Also, I have been on a hungerstrike 2 days, with notices posted at my cell door, and not one staff member has asked me why. No effort to resolve it, no effort to even inquire as to the reasons I’m doing it. This is the most bizarre NONreaction I have EVER seen. And given that security staff– the guards –haven’t even asked me what’s up, I have to think that they have been DIRECTED not to engage me.
Again, bizarre.
I’m held by the clueless who are supervised by the hapless, and all of them are lawless.
And there IS no other reasonable explanation except they know they illegally violated free speech in targeting and cancelling your video visits with me and they now have to continue modifying “policy” to stall, obstruct, prevent, and limit my outgoing communication that exposes their bumbling illegalities… Which makes a bunch of them accomplices to the initial repression. To be clear, this isn’t really just about the privilege of using a machine to send emails, or how often: It’s about a concerted and undeniable effort to abuse authority a manipulate “policy” to shut down my communication while they illegally ban your access and mine to video technologies because THEY FEAR WE WILL TELL THE PUBLIC THE TRUTH ABOUT THESE OPPRESSORS… VIA A POWERFUL, PERSUASIVE MEDIUM (video).
Welcome to Nazi Germany, 1936.
Welcome to Soviet-occupied Czechoslovakia, 1982.
I am held by declared enemies of freedom… As if the cages and fences didn’t already give that away.
And, meanwhile, JPay refuses to accept any emails from me. When I attempt to inform them that the fuckweasels are continually modifying access policies to JPAY’s kiosks, they block out all of my communication to them. They are working really, really hard to NOT KNOW what’s going on, that way they aren’t responsible for NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT, despite a contractual obligation to provide us kiosk access TWICE per day EVERY day.
And now, since you’ve gotten this, and the whole world has seen this, the cat is out of the bag. Sometime around 2017, I suspect.
So, to sum it up, I’m here making lots and lots of friends.
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Update, Tuesday after lunch… Unit Manager Jackson and Case Manager Franklin came up to the unit, avoided coming to the pod where I am, and then left. So, after 4 days of trying to talk to someone who knows something, I’m still waiting… While dozens of people are calling continuously… While I’m hungerstriking. The word COWARDICE comes to mind.
Let’s keep in mind, I was a gas-station attended when I got arrested. I had a 2.2 gradepoint average in high school. If they’re afraid of ME, just imagine the epileptic fits that someone like Nelson Mandela or George Jackson could put them in.
I guess they don’t make fuckweasels like they used to.
* * *
Had a dream last night. Fried chicken. Woke up chewing on my arm.
In a call this afternoon, I found out that Paul Schumaker (sp?), some idiot at Gestapo Headquarters, is “investigating” our planned video visits. Not sure how long it takes to investigate events that didn’t happen, given that the visits were cancelled. Hopefully Paulie SuperGenius has figured out, through 4 days of strenuous investigation, that the visits he cancelled DIDN’T happen… Which makes it impossible to determine what WOULD have happened… Since NOTHING happened.
Hey, Paulie SuperGenius, there’s nothing to investigate. You could gain more insight if you dropped a few hits of screwy squirrel acid, went out into the woods, and stared at your own hand for a few hours.
MIND blowing. Even for someone as ill-equipped as you are.
I can imagine the final report: “All indications are that the SUBJECTS of this OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT INVESTIGATION have CONSPIRED to use the VIDEO VISIT FEATURE on the JPay kiosk for purposes of SAYING WORDS to each other, principally in ENGLISH, although with subject SWAIN, an altered, semi-comprehensible version, which frequently makes reference to an exotic creature called a ‘fascist [expletive deleted] weasel’. No such animal is defined on Wikipedia. More investigation into this weasel is required. Evidence indicates that subject SWAIN intends to APPEAR human and personable. This nefarious plot involves a joint conspiracy to COMPLY with all rules and laws, and to engage in PROTECTED SPEECH in a PUBLIC FORUM that this agency may find UNFLATTERING. We must therefore employ all resources to prevent this perfectly legal and perfectly transparent behavior from occurring, while a FEDERAL LAWSUIT is pending against us for targeting previous, protected speech. End of report. Signed, Paulie SuperGenius.”
Hey, Paulie… Do they issue you a detective bag and one of those two-billed Sherlock hats? I bet your mom thinks you look handsome in it, though she makes you take it off at the dinner table. Does she still help tie your shoes, or have you taken up wearing loafers?
Anyway, Ben, when “Sherlock” Paulie SuperGenius gets done putting all the clues into his detective bag and he puts all the DNA fibers into ziplock baggies, I hope he lets us resume visits that implicate security less than the dozens of FACE TO FACE visits we already had without incident.
In other words, I CALL BULLSHIT.
(Ring… Ring… Ring…)
“Hello?”
“May I speak to Investigator Paul Schumacher, please?”
“This is.”
“Hey, Sherlock Paulie SuperGenius, I KNOW WHO DID IT.” (Click.)
* * *
Roughly 6:00 pm. Ms. Franklin, Case Manager, is back in the unit. I’m locked in my cell, but two prisoners in the block told Ms. Franklin that I have been asking for 4 days to talk to her ever since Officer Wade said Ms. Franklin authored the “new” kiosk policy, not to be confused with the NEW new kiosk policy. She said they are now discussing a more-liberal new new new policy.
Apparently, anyone can write policy.
I’m going to ask them if I can give it a shot.
* * *
I have to postpone med refusal. The Final Straw airs on Sunday, so I’m going to wait and refuse blood pressure meds until Sunday. T Sherlock Paulie Supergenius, at most, until Tuesday.
* * *
(Ring… Ring… Ring… )
“Hello?”
“Investigator Paul Schumaker?”
“Yes?”
“Sherlock Paulie SuperGenius… Is it true that senior staff– Gestapo Gary, Trainwreck Trevor, and the rest of you comic book villains– play naked Twister on Thursday nights?” (Click.)
* * *
TO: SHERLOCK PAULIE SUPERGENIUS
FROM: ANONYMOUS

PLEASE VIEW ATTACHED PHOTO. DO YOU THINK THESE TESTICLES ARE TOO BIG FOR MY BODY?
* * *
Dear Investigator:
Now that you are holding this letter in your hands, let’s play WHAT BODY PART TOUCHED THIS…
* * *

OSP STARVATION TRAVEL-LOG, WEDNESDAY, DAY THREE
I’m burning glucose. When burning glucose you get a “runner’s high.” That’s the sensation that fasting mystics associated with being “in the spirit world.”
I’m under no such illusions. I’m in a material world under the oppressive rule of fascist police-state fuckweasels.
Oppression, such as that employed by Sherlock Paulie SuperGenius, is unilateral. It is the assumed right of those who rule. They believe they can impose terrors and inflict abuse and do as they please without their victims responding in any way but submission and compliance and obedience.
Condemned prisoners in China actually dig their own graves before taking a bullet to the head. They FACILITATE the ultimate oppression, their own murder.
But WAR is bilateral. In WAR, the oppressed fight back. In WAR, the victims of the oppressors who assume the right to rule seek to inflict injury upon the oppressive rulers. The victims organize, plan, and strike back with the means available to them and they mobilize others to join. They attack the oppressors’ prestige and privilege and mythology; they attack the oppressors’ systems of control.
I think the Oppressive Department of Retribution and Corruption is kinda slow on the uptake.
This situation is NOT unilateral anymore.
Pause here for the oh-shit moment.
* * *
Here’s how it normally goes: After 9 consecutive meals refused, someone in the middle of the prison administration foodchain comes to talk to you, employing Interpersonal Communication Skills. For me, that should be tonight after dinner, unless some lazy asshole didn’t document refusal of a tray. If a refusal wasn’t documented, then that means it didn’t happen. That’s why, at Richland in 2003 when I went 44 days, no hungerstrike happened: every ninth meal, they claimed I accepted a tray.
You know how fuckweasels are.
Anyway, tonight (maybe), I’ll get the Interpersonal Communication Skills treatment, trying to get me to eat out of concern for my health and the avoidance of more paperwork. More the latter than the former.
Way.
If you don’t surrender the resistance, they toss you naked in a torture cell, sensory deprivation, the KUBARK “simple torture situation,” cutting off communication to the outside world and attempting to break your will. It’s the most complete and draconian deprivation they can impose.
They torture you for your own good.
I would like to avoid that. So, whenever the Interpersonal Communication Skills Operative speaks to me, I will agree to accept a food tray, thereby officially ending my hungerstrike according to their definition, and then I’ll hand it back. If necessary, I’ll flush the food and hand back an empty tray. That way, I stay where I am and have outside communication. Next meal, you guessed it– refused.
That’ll get me through Saturday.
Then Sunday, I refuse blood pressure meds and we find out just how serious these hierarch criminals are about preventing my expression on video. We’ll see if they are willing to kill me in order to silence me.
Let’s hope they’re THAT stupid.
* * *
(Ring… Ring… Ring…)
“Hello?”
“Investigator Schumacher?”
“(Sigh.) What now?”
“Sherlock Paulie Supergenius, does your mom still REALLY tie your shoes for you?” (Click.)
* * *
One of the problems, the reason the Oppressive Department of Retribution and I can never see eye to eye, is that we are working from divergent sets of assumptions. The principle divergence is authority versus power.
The fuckweasels are under the false delusion that they have AUTHORITY over me. That is, that their use of power is legitimate and valid and appropriate. All hierarchs who rule make this assumption.
Hitler believed it was a legitimate and valid use of his authority to exterminate millions in death camps.
Pol Pot believed it was a legitimate and valid use of his authority to commit genocide in Cambodia.
Trainwreck Trevor believed it was a legitimate and valid use of his authority as pom-pom squad-leader for the Fascist Bozos of Ineptitude to subject me to torture, while Sherlock Paulie SuperGenius feels it is appropriate use of authority to silence protected speech and put duct tape on my face to keep their fascist agenda from being exposed.
Every mass grave dug by Authority is valid and legitimate to Authority.
They don’t perceive a difference between Power and Authority.
The Oppressive Department of Retribution and Corruption has no authority to hold me; they have POWER. They have no legitimacy nor validity; they have fences and sensors, shotguns and perimeter trucks. They have no legitimacy because the very laws and principles they point to in order to claim legitimacy are the very laws and principles they’ve crumpled up and tossed over their shoulders in order to maintain POWER.
It is their superior capacity for violence that maintains their POWER over us.
We can change that.
We can increase our capacity for violence.
* * *
(Ring… Ring… Ring…)
“What.”
“Schumacher?”
“Yeah.”
“I suspect I’m being molested in my sleep. If I pop a bunch of Viagra, can you come over and dust my dick for fingerprints?” (Click.)