Day 73 - 9/3/21 - FRI.
- mainemoviepirate
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Journal Entry:
“Up at 7:30 AM. H/L/R drink, meds. Now in the library, Journal, Walking Distance, then Compassionate Release. Fish day today, so I’m thinking of trying the protein shake after lunch.
Walking Distance. Almost. Done. Maybe continue after lunch. Met with Dr. Santoro, she was a psych doctor. She is changing my meds. Might be interesting; one of the side effects is that you dream in color instead of black-and-white. Hmmm…
LUNCH: Fish day rolls around again. Took the alternate. Saved the roll for reserve.
Finished the first draft of Walking Distance (probably). I may still write a poem-ish-type card/note, if I can come up with one that’s relevant to the whole story. Still doubting the ending. Another WIP? Went outside, because it was beautiful, hung out with H.L. until I was called to the Camp Counselor’s office.
The last couple of days I’ve been stressing, or I guess trying to think of another legal thing I can pursue—a third one (mostly because of my obsession with the number three) that I can work on. I’ve got two: 1) Case motions/appeal type stuff 2) Compassionate Release (Cares Act). And now I officially have three. I received certified mail from the U.S. Immigration Department. They propose to debar me from any Government Assistance for three years, well, more, because it starts thirty days from now and runs until three years after my incarceration. At first, I was anxious and bummed out again. I fired off an email to Steve, but apparently, he didn’t accept my request, or he cancelled it on the email. F*ck it. I don’t need him.
One of the oddest things was, when Camp Counsellor Larkin gave it to me, it was on his desk—the papers and a still-sealed certified envelope. He picked up the papers, opened them, then looked at them, looked at me, and put them back into the envelope and with a weird smirk on his face, handed me the envelope. Very weird.
‘You’re in My Seat’: Watched very little. The second movie was Red (which is very good) and a D.C. movie, ripe for a PDFU Comic Book vs. Movie Review.
I slept very little, rolling everything around in my tiny brain.
Then about 3 or 4 AM, it hit me: this is an opportunity! Not a problem! It should have hit me at 3 or 4 in the afternoon instead. I’ve got 30 days to respond, but I also got an email address for more information. So I can really respond. An Opportunity. I can practice my motion writing once it hits the court stage, which it will if I appeal it all the way. So what if I lose? I’ll lose the same amount in 30 days if I do nothing. The third legal project I can work on. My life is complete.”
Notes for Day 73 (Four Years Later)
I’ll repeat again, for a third time and four years later: An Opportunity. What initially felt like a serious kick in the nuts to a man who was already down, I still see the Department of Homeland Security’s proposed and eventually successful Debarment as a tremendous learning, practicing in legal matters and communications, and, quite frankly, a something-to-do Opportunity.
There was no real reason for me to be debarred by the Government; my case or my history never involved me getting any kind of Government Contracts or anything like that. It was basically the same person who decided to bring an unprecedented copyright case against me, stalk and harass everyone around me for four years, abuse their power (including but not limited to the multiple lame attempts to have me detained pre-trial, the fabricated Enhancements for the largest sentence possible, and the unlawful placing of a Walsh Flag on my new prison account) and now, a nonsensical Government Debarment. Boy, did I have some fun with this one!
I begged for more time (stalled) for a decision, got them to reduce the time frame to match my two years of supervised release, appealed at every level, and even unsuccessfully sued them to have it removed. And after my current motion, I may sue them again if they do not adjust my debarment time to reflect my reduced jail time and thus, supervised release. Hell, let’s end the post with a sixth time: Thanks, D.H.S. (or I guess, really, former Prosecutor, now volunteer lawyer, J.M. [Wink]) for the Opportunity!
