Let’s talk about happiness.
Some famous dead guy included the “pursuit of happiness” as one of our “unalienable rights” described in the U.S. Constitution, right up there with life and liberty. It would seem that, at least to that famous dead guy, we live and we have the freedom to choose our own way for the purpose of getting happy.
We have lots of self-help gurus who write books giving us advice on how to get happy. Impossible to know how many of those gurus are truly happy themselves. Clearly they wrote their books out of an unhappiness with their financial situations before writing the books. The Dalai Lama wrote a book entitled, The Art of Happiness. So, even the world’s most iconic Buddhist figure proposes that there is a spiritual basis for getting happy.
After the not guilty verdicts in the Chicago Conspiracy trial in 1969, one of the jurors was interviewed– an older white woman who admitted she voted for Nixon. Explaining her not guilty verdict, she said simply that this was the first time she was afraid of her government.
In that bell weather case for the Nixon fascist regime, so-called leaders of the protest outside the Democratic Natonal Conventon were put on trial for “conspiracy,” facing the rest of their lives in prison. Defendants included Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Ruben of the yippies, Bobby Seale of the Black Panthers, and anti-war pacifists.
Susie stepped in it.
There is no rewind button.
So, here’s how we got here:
I sent out legal documents to register the Army of the 12 Monkeys and to get recognition of my ownership over the trade name. When the Secretary of State sent the forms back, the fuckweasels realized what I had done… and maybe had an idea of the implications… so, in a goofy, half-thought-out effort to undo a legal registration that has already happened, the fuckweasels simply stole the mail.
They claim I cannot “conduct business” without prior approval of the warden.
Well, we’re back to another holiday season. We have somehow survived another Thanksgiving, which, given the actual conduct of the pilgrims and their kids, ought to be called “ThanksTAKING” rather than “Thanksgiving,” or, even more accurately, should be called, “We’re Going to Take All Your Shit and Then Kill You Anyway.” Problem is, those little boxes on the calendar won’t easily hold a holiday called that, so we go with the euphemism, Thanksgiving.
Recently, in a civil action filed against the ODRC by a prisoner who was assaulted by staff here at WCI, the Ohio Attorney General’s Office disclosed a number of documents. Included in that discovery was the “Safety Data Sheets” for the pepper spray used by ODRC staff. Since this prisoner was assaulted with pepper spray, he’s entitled to the Safety Data Sheet on this chemical spray.
In case you’re unfamiliar, Safety Data Sheets are the documents put out by the manufacturer of a product, giving you the A to Z about the product’s proper use and any potential hazards the product might pose.
Some background for all the kids who may have missed last week’s episode:
There’s a long history of ODRC Legal Counsel Trevor Clark terrorizing me. His involvement in burning my life down began in 2008 when the ODRC realized that a zine produced by The Conditions Factory was a collection of my writings. If not for friends and supporters in the outside world, I would have been sent off to the super-duper-max for having told the truth about prison fascists and their abuses of power.
Four years later, Trevor got his chance to get me. By then, seanswain.org was online and my writings that make prison mismanagers look like clowns in the center ring, kicking each other in the pants, were on display for the whole world… never to come down. And just a quick cul-de-sac here, shrinks have determined that the number one fear of women is physical pain or injury, while the number one fear of men is public humiliation.
The Army of the 12 Monkeys, a registered unincorporated association and animal enterprise has Anarchist Prisoner Sean Swain as an Authorized Agent. A sociopath named Trevor Matthew Clark, ODRC Counsel, has stolen mail from the Ohio Secretary of State to the Army of the 12 Monkeys’ Authorized Agent, so the Army of the 12 Monkeys is preparing 3 civil actions in each of Ohio’s 88 counties for the value of those stolen items, estimated at a million dollars each. That’s 264 civil actions seeking a total of $264 million. Because Trevor Clark will soon completely silence Sean Swain and cut off all of his communications in order to prevent Swain’s successful litigation of those actions, the Army of the 12 Monkeys needs a lawyer, a real lawyer– the kind of principled firebrand who will drive these fascist free-speech-murdering fuckweasels to suicide.
Swain now has funds from the sale of his book, ‘Last Act of the Circus Animals,’ now on sale for the amazing low price of just $5, making an excellent Christmas gift. Any attorneys interested in leaving a smoking crater where these fascists plot their state terror should contact Sean Swain’s support folks at seanswain at riseup dot net immediately!
In October, I sent out forms to register the Army of the 12 Monkeys as an unincorporated association. Secretary of State Jon Husted had a statutory obligation to complete that registration, which includes the return service of the documents that I sent to him.
Jon Husted’s statutory duties were not completed.
The following is a communication Anarchist Prisoner Sean Swain sent to WCI prison officials related to the theft of his mail and the new definition of “conducting business” used as a pretext to justify mail theft:
Based upon my conversation with Warden Harris this morning, I must provide an update in this electronic record. It is now my understanding that the “conducting business” pretext used for stealing mail originates with Trainwreck at Legal Services.
Be advised that Trainwreck has arranged the theft of mail from a state agency to the Authorized Agent of an unincorporated association. You already know the criminal violations. But, these are the civil implications:
Americans, by and large, are terrible at math. We hate it. Anything to do with numbers is tedious and a little bit intimidating, so we normally avoid numbers and the disciplines that are based on them.
Likewise, we don’t like politics. For a nation forged by violent revolution, we ironically have little stomach for politics and for the nonsense that typically comes with it. We’re generally an apolitical people, tending toward “moderate” and toward “independent,” which means we are generally in the middle of the road, which means most of us have no strong opinion one way or another… and we are suspicious of those kinds of people who have strong opinions one way or another.