One of their group leaves. That should leave me with four or five, depending on what they do to distract the guards. Next recreation is tomorrow morning at 8:00am. I suppose I will double up on my t-shirt. My property finally arrives. A bunch of stuff thrown away for silly excuses. They threw away my two bowls and lids because the bowl was opaque. Now someone needs to order me a clear bowl with opaque lid? What? Yeah...

The coded speech and comments continue. Plenty of mean muggin. Even without contact lenses or glasses I can see them gang tough. "Don't worry, white boy gonna find out about Boscobel." I guess one of their group was told to pack up for leaving in the morning. 

Still no property. Ugh! The collection has formed. The vent is full of chatter. "Got it ready." "Say less. Say less." "Get in, it's over with." "All the guys that's on some bang out shit that wanna ride." "We ball hard." I am confident but not certain that one of them passes whatever he sharpened to another inmate when he got out of his cell to go to a video visit. I am just getting more angry. Not only are there five or six of them, but they want to bring a shank?

Still no property. Library books! Something to read. Thank goodness. I get to talk to my daughter on the phone. Afterwards I cry heavy painful sobs. 

Orientation! Some department heads introduce themself and give us a brief explanation of what concerns they might address. Just about eight inmates. The new guys. A few inmates pass my cell and ask if I was the one who said "that nigga shit." Once at meal time and one had bothered to knock on my cell door and question me through. They are rallying the troops. Clearly whomever was offended wants to collect some help. 

About 12:45pm I see nurse Anderson who tells me that I will be required to start yet again on diagnosis and steps of treatment even though I have some six or seven hundred pages of medical history available on USB drive. "Submitted to provider." Well, my complaints but not the medical records. Still no property. No paper or envelopes. No shampoo. Tonight I hear someone call another guy through the vent about getting one sharpened up for a 187 on the white boy. Probably he means me. I think I hurt his feelings. 

It's loud. They yell, sing, play music until about 2:00am. A few carry on until 4:00 or 4:30am. Psychiatric Services Unit ("PSU") knocks on my door after breakfast. The lady asks "how's it going?" I don't even know what she means by asking. It's more pleasant in a dog kennel during a bark-a-thon. I go visit Social Worker Peters. No, I am not afraid of being raped. I go see Nurse Kinyon (sp?) who tells me to submit my concerns in writing. Every time I leave my cell and pass the guard who originally escorted me to this unit, she announces to any other guard "that's Anderson."

From what I can tell more than 90%, 36 cells, have inmates that are constantly spouting racist remarks about white people. They make condescending remarks about how white people cannot fight and how, in their opinion, they (we) are all soft ass bitches. That's the least offensive comment, really. Two of the guys get into it because one saw the words "host of cysts" on the guys medical papers and the racism takes a break until I use the term "nigga." It's actually just part of the name of the song I was talking about, but one of the guys gets all wound up about a white guy saying it. I didn't say it in any way derogatory and expecting he was actually just joking I responded that he was the police trying to deprive me of my rights. Turns out, he was actually serious. Well, this should be interesting now. 

After the sham of a disciplinary hearing and now having completed discipline, I am shackled and loaded onto a bus with about 29 other inmates to be delivered to various prisons on an inmate delivery route. The front of the bus is security caged as well as the back. The rear cage also has a door to the outside. Two guards ride up front and one rides in back. Also, in back next to the guard cage is another cage with a toilet. Some of the inmates are offloaded and unshackled before we leave the parking lot to walk to the minimum security facility right next door. Then we drive over and sit outside Waupun Prison, just a few blocks away, for a while awaiting a couple inmates being added to the trip. Hours of driving and a few prisons later we get to Wisconsin Secure Program Facility in Boscobel, Wisconsin. The old "Super Max." Lots of fence and razor wire.

They pull the entire bus through the gates and all the way inside a building before they let us off the bus. Stripped and searched a second time this morning. The two other inmates get sent to a different unit and I am sent to "Charlie." To my understanding, there are six units: Alpha (the hole), Beta, Charlie (the ghetto), Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot. Each unit has four divisions called "ranges." Each range is forty cells. Range one will/does have cells 101-140. Range two has cells 201-240. So, my address is C-110. First range. "The Ghetto." Often so loud the guards cannot hear what inmates are saying. They play their radios through the vent so I am bombarded with at least six inmates trying to yell at each other from the cell door and the vent on the other side of the room.

The room itself is a concrete box about 6 ft by 12 ft. The door opens to a bunk along the right and light switch and intercom on the wall opposite that. A tiny table at the end of the bed with a metal shelf beyond that. Center of the wall opposite the door is the stainless steel toilet/sink. Straight ahead of the door is a shower nozzle with a button below it usually only active between 6 and 9pm. Near the floor under the shower is the vent people are yelling through in front of that, next to the toilet, is the floor drain. The ceiling is angled so that the high end is above the shower, toilet sink, and metal shelf. That upper corner edge holds a horizontal stainless steel strip with a window about 5 inches tall. It also holds the exhaust vent and a little box with a lens that expectedly part of cell surveillance before the camera it presumably held was removed when they converted the facility from Super Max to just Max. The door is dark red. Some may say it is the color of dried blood, perhaps walls and ceiling are off white. Floor is just polished concrete. The light is the usual painted white metal security fixture with two fluorescent sticks. Soon after I arrive an inmate worker stops at my cell and notices I am new. He asks why I am in the "bad unit." Tonight, I ask about video visits through the vent. Some of the guys recognize me from CourtTV. Oh, a few did on the bus ride too. One of the guys talks about how lovely it is here. I suppose I will be cherishing all of the people that write to me quite a lot in here. 

Yesterday they added some guy who is always pounding and yelling. Last night/this morning about 3:00am, a different one was singing out of his cell. Right now it is about 11:20pm and I am the usual tired but was thinking about the ugly details of being in here while listening to the new guy yell. There are some things that aren't so easy to ascribe monetary equivalence. Lack of sleep, for one. No idea what that does to a person's health but I imagine I am destined to learn. Even just getting brought to unit 18 required a strip search while being issued into really trashy clothing. The guard that asked me to spread my cheeks wasn't even the most awkward part of it. The supervisor who stood behind him and had gave my manhood the long stare was the creepy part. He was the one with the mistaken belief about my looking down and to the right when I was just turning my head to hear him outside the plexiglass while I was knelt down in front of the access opening in the door. Pickle smooching meat gazer. Seemed like he enjoys his job to presume the worst of everyone just so he can afford himself another opportunity to peek.a penis. Visual rapist. 

I went to look at the time earlier and the noisy guy in the cell below me could be seen through the reflection of the one way glass on the control "bubble." The angry yelling was accompanied by him crawling across his cell naked. My eyes didn't need that. He was crawling away from the reflection. Like, can we not at least keep underwear on? It's hot in here. Its sticky. We only get two showers per week. I feel like Mother Nature is inviting me to, but no. Two showers per week, both on and off discipline. Yes, my underwear are now inside out. You have to "bird bath," and wash your parts with a rag over the sink, which always clogs, or the toilet. Arm pits, ass, crotch, and face/head all tend to be the critical stuff. I was my feet regularly too. I hold on to a milk carton or two and fill them with water one button press at a time for 4 ounces. Cold water rinses the soap off faster. Yep. Strip it down and lather you unmentionables over the toilet and ladle the soap off with a milk carton. Then lay around in your cell and sweat some more. Want to go to recreation? You can do some jumping jacks and get that heart going and we will get you a shower... three days later. The standards of not being punished. 

The yelling is so bad that the guards just leave the unit. The rest of us just have to live with it. Movies don't depict mental illness in "asylum" or institutional settings accurately. Its a cacophony of yelling, pounding, and singing. Loud bursts for hours on end. Like when dogs start barking and others just join in for inexplicable reason? Sounds like the guys are running out of steam.  Give them a few hours and it will go again. I am still expecting to ship out tomorrow morning. Eventually I suppose I will get used to stripping for men. Immaculate them, feed them soy to tip the hormonal scales, and see how many participate in homosexual behavior? Maybe it is just that masculinity is a threat. Vilify testosterone in the name of safety.

​I have a theory with mass vaccinations there will be mass sterilization. It's just a theory. How many people got their children Covid shots? About ten years from now will be interesting to see. My parental rights were taken from me but I hope I remember to ask the next time I talk to my daughter. I am actually opposed to Covid shots and the boosters. Great marketing campaign, but I don't believe it's for everyone. Plenty of studies contradict the hype. Thank you W.H.O. for reliable information that our C.D.C. contradicts. Wash your hands! Face masks? No.

The national guard administered DNA collection and covid tests against our consent while in Kenosha Jail. It was really bizarre because they would just quarantine healthy with the sick and wait for everyone to get each other sick. Eventually they tried selling covid shots actually, paying inmates with money on their account to get the shots. I wouldn't be surprised if the information collected by the government was used for more nefarious purposes. They have damaged the trust! Going to the hole where guys had covid was so nasty. The vomit, spit, and snot all over the walls. They do a much better job of cleaning at the prison. I did notice they had repainted the disciplinary segregation unit to present pictures of it at my trial. That was not how it looked when I was in there.

I am really looking forward to tomorrow so I can order some hair ties. Another thing I would consider immasculating. If I demanded a woman wear her hair a certain way it would not be received as somehow innocent. They could pretend it has an excuse to do with safety but something can be hid in braided and dreadlocked hair as well. It's really just a petty harassment. The fact that they sell hair ties once you get to your regular spot is proof of that enough. They sell them here but always seem to be out of stock of property they don't want to search through.

This journal idea might prove to be a terrible idea since people will get to read about the psychological hamster wheel a person is trapped in while confined like this. I thin I do better than most people about it but I also wonder what it will be like to be around normal people again.

When I was originally arrested, my girl told me not to let being in jail change me. I wonder how my family will see me when I come home. The judge ordered I could not communicate with her and she moved on about a year later. That was years ago now. She never wrote to me or anything even after the trial was over. I suppose she might be happier to forget me and I would rather her be happy than anything else. She isn't the first one I lost to circumstances unrelated to the relationship. Most of my previous romances seem to end that way. Not for personal differences. Changed schools, moved away, she changed jobs, I changed jobs. I never had it happen where I could not at least say good bye. That would probably be meaningless to her anyway by now. Probably best to leave well enough alone. I don't even know what type of common ground I am going to find with someone after this. W/hat would the dating profile read? Likes to pace back and forth at random times for hours day or night. Really good at reading books I hate. Washes himself over the sink and toilet. Hasn't held a job in more than three years. Has no money. Swipe right?

I do miss work and won't be broke for long. Once they finish cannibalizing my property to settle what I currently owe for legal costs and apportion what is left for further legal costs I think I still owe. I will be in debt when I get out, not just broke. I have never been in debt, aside from when I took my mortgage. 

Yep. Discipline is the same thing as Temporary Lockup. The exception is that you get two calls per week on Temporary Lockup and one call after thirty days while on discipline. Because my discipline is four days, imposed after my two calls were used this week, it makes no difference. My daughter did tell me that her mom had brought her new boyfriend to trial and that he claimed I "cowered" when I saw him. Firstly, no. Secondly, why would he be trying to tell my kids that? What is my ex and her boyfriend trying to do to my kids? It sickens me. I don't look to create problems but whatever he is trying to impress upon my children is the same sort of perverted fantasy type of stuff that Kenosha ran wild with. It's what they can get away with and there is no defense for it while in here.

I get more legal access tonight. I was right, from what I can tell. Inadequate notice, for one. I should have at least been allowed to delay the surprise hearing to prepare. The complaint I was provided only listed the alleged rules violated but no description of the facts per 303.67 (2). Not being provided an adequate notice or time to "marshall the facts." I should have been permitted proper notice with my hearing date and time and reasonable time to prepare. Plus, how can I not see video evidence to formulate my defense? It's just so bogus! I read in a case (Scott vs. Kind) that a plaintiff should have a due process right to video footage. Prison DOC 303 follows "minimal procedural requirements" but there are still supposed to be some. 303.80 (6)(c) requires; "Establish guilt based on a finding it was 'more likely than not that the inmate committed the act.'" A woman sets up an exclusive encounter with me and they want to pretend I made a pass at her. No. I put State ex rel. Anderson - El v. Cooke, 234 Wis.2d 626 on the Appeal of Contested Hearing Form. "It is not harmless error for an agency to disobey its procedural regulations." I also read about other stuff that I don't want to encumber my journal about, but I hope that whoever picks up my case is a firm with all the tools to help make things right. I need to get the wardens name and address and learn how to "provide legal notice." Not just notice for here, but for Kenosha mistreatment and conditions of confinement as well. Sneaking my hearing and discipline into the last four days before I go to my regular joint is just a matter of their own convenience. Just like blocking evidence, omitting testimony from the record, providing false testimony, and all of the dishonesty. It really just boils down to tailoring to suit their interest and maintaining that privilege over other people. I guess therein lies the satisfaction in the job for the people that make a career out of it. Dress up the other guys in attire that is ugly, trashy, and embarrassing. Put on a uniform with a bunch of decorations to indicate you are better than the other guys. Even when its dishonest or harmful, write an account that is virtually impossible to challenge. 

I was thinking about rights versus protections. If governmental agency is not prevented from predatory or exploitive practices, they will inevitably utilize these methods. There is no way that my limited time and resources will be able to seek reparations for everything that has already happened so far. There isn't any possible way that a so called court of equity can make it "right." Cannot return years away from my children or how they will be forever impacted. There isn't a number that fixes the fact that they were told years ago that dad is gone forever. Yah. Who said I was the manipulative one? But not just for me, but all the other cases that were exaggerated and falsified. Who does a proper investigation to assess how long "the game" has been going on? Decades of people's careers who were willing to do the dishonest thing to "win." To stop me from being part of my kids lives? To win a pizza? Stop me from calling my kids? To brag that a decent looking and widely recognized inmate took interest in you when he didn't, but privilege allows them all to do it regardless of truth, or being good, or justice. It's all so bogus.

Put a dress on a pig, it's still a pig. And I don't mean that as a disrespect to honest law enforcement. That just happened to be the saying that came to mind. Wearing a suit and tie and sitting on the prosecutions side of court does not make you honest. Judges robe? Still no. Supervisors white shirt? Nope. All the pettiest interests and the authority to ruin, and completely devastate my family and my life. Abandon all honesty for mere convenience. "Call off the investigation guys. We have a jilted ex (or just any woman, any person...) that will say whatever we want." I imagine greater harm is perpetrated by people in positions of authority who are entrusted with privilege to satisfy social contract odor covenant. Maybe even spiritual as well, depending the oath.

The problem is that the ideal cannot, and is not, fulfilled and people start abusing their privilege (immorally) dishonestly and that undermines the integrity of the whole institution. Then who polices the police? Qualified and Judicial immunities presume harm is inadvertently caused in good faith effort to perform the duties of the position. It's a fallacy. They try to get away with whatever they can, with the only difference between them and common criminals is that criminals presume for themselves a privilege not bestowed under social covenant and the wrongs perpetrated by people in positions of authority are protected from repercussions by laws that either exempt them from consequence or laws that do not define what they do as wrong so they can perpetrate their harms freely.

If I took the equivocal of twelve days of anyone's life, day and night, because I was more satisfied maintaining the esteem of my staff members absurd story than to hear the reasonable interpretation of facts from an inmate, what is the equivocated damage. Twelve days by twenty four hours. Two hundred eighty eight hours? Guards make $32 to $38, from what one was saying. I wish I could trim my estimate for sleep but that is rare and inadequate. But if someone came through and to Schneider that $9,216 was being taken from him because it is "possible" he said something that did not make logical sense nor be verified in any way AND that his account of things was accurate to what cameras has captured but those recordings were not permitted in his defense, then how could it be "right?" Even if you halve that figure, it is still unbelievably ridiculous. Had I done any schooling on crime and punishment I might argue all the expense of food and utilities costs to house an inmate, but I didn't do anything wrong for me to be here in the first place. Three years times a district attorney's income? Still the harm to me and my loved ones far exceeds. I just have a hard time seeing "the good guys" as good people (Unless its guys like Gomez, Mishenky, and Bischoff. Probably misspelled some names there, they were some of the guys who work for Kenosha Sheriff's Department. Did their jobs but could be respectful and kind about the whole process). I stopped believing the news and will evaluate people in authority though. They are still people no matter what they want you to presume .But they have an incentive to be rotten.

And what is it with drug dogs? Just on the notion of unverifiable testimony: the officer smelled marijuana and had to search the vehicle, house, or person? The officer can be a liar that is looking to circumvent constitutional rights, or be of a completely different species with no way to explain that what he is excited about isn't just the smell of crotch that soaked into the seat from the last person (or animal) to have sat in the vehicle. But they found a gun that your dad left in the trunk when he went shooting at the range, so, because you were on probation and the law allows for "constructive possession," the police say the gun was in the back seat and you are looking at going back to prison now. Even if your dad says that its his gun, because revocation is based on allegations and not convictions. The Wisconsin way! Lying police and drug dogs. Why both with a constitution then? I have lots of stories like that.

​Maybe that's enough for now. I am going to go look at pictures of group members, my family, and especially my kids. I will close my eyes and go play frisbee with them.