Frontiersman, February 2023

Hi Sam,

You’re not going to believe what is going on here in the max. You see it began last week on 12-1-22, whenever the Mennonite Church organization “Christmas Behind Bars” came all the way here from Indiana to deliver all of us prisoners a big sack of assorted snack food items worth about $50 each, but the security officers would only allow the church people to pass out the sacks to the prisoners in general population, and the security officers by themselves were supposed to pass out the other 430 sacks to the 430 prisoners in the max, but then the security guards went and opened up all of the sacks and they removed all of the bags of “Fruity Pebbles” cereal, because they had resealable bags.

But then it got worse, since all of the church people had already left the prison, the guards all decided to rob us of everything. In fact, they divided up the 340 [sic] sacks of food among themselves, and none of us prisoners in the max got anything for Christmas. The guards piled it all into the vehicles and hauled it home. But then it got much worse whenever we all started yelling and complaining, the warden himself entered our barracks in the max and he had the nerve to tell us that his security guards have been working a lot of extra overtime this past year and he felt they deserved to get all of that free food more than we did. And we asked him, then why did all of the other prisoners in population get theirs? And he wouldn’t answer us. Well Sam, as you can imagine, we all got pissed off and we all began throwing cups filled with our piss and shit at the officers and books and dirty food trays and flooding out the entire max with our dirty sewer toilet water etc....

But Sam, we desperately need your help out there to print this story and help spread the word about how these dirty security officers robbed all of us prisoners of our Christmas from the church. Those church people spent a lot of time collecting that food so that we poor prisoners would have something for Christmas and these damned security guards robbed us of everything. Anyway, Sam, the rioting here in the max continues.

—H. L., a prisoner

He provided some contact information. I’ll forward the information to anybody who wants to pursue the issue.

—editor

Cyberdisconnect
Sam Aurelius Milam III

I’ve watched discussions, documentaries, reports, and interviews ad nauseam, about cybersecurity for factories and other infrastructure. Too many people are spending too much time and expense on cybersecurity. It’s simple. Just install some old fashioned gauges, switches, meters, and dials, and turn off the computers. Use people to control things manually. It’ll provide jobs for the people and nobody can hack your operation if you’re controlling it manually. Get a bolt cutter and cut the computer cable that leads into the building.

Okay, maybe cutting the cable is a little drastic, but writing it made me feel better. So, keep your computerized controls, if you really need them. Just disconnect them from the internet. Nobody can hack into your operation if it isn’t connected to the outside world.

Prison Jokes
Sam Aurelius Milam III

I’ve occasionally commented that, because I’m undocumented, I don’t have access to medical treatment. In Prescribing Choice, in the February 2020 issue, I wrote about an attempt that I’d previously made to get such treatment. With the help of a registered nurse that I know, who’d previously worked in the medical establishment, and to my surprise, I’d been able to get an appointment at a clinic. I had to pay cash in advance, using a large fraction of my available cash, but the clinic accepted me without government ID. The doctor gave me a superficial exam, didn’t provide a diagnosis, and prescribed a CT scan at a different clinic. She didn’t know or care if the other clinic would require ID. She didn’t know or care what the scan would cost. It turned out that the cost was going to be several times more than my available cash. I didn’t visit the next clinic and I didn’t get the CT scan. I just went home and mostly recovered from my ailment. I still don’t have access to medical treatment.

I’m 76 years old. My health isn’t improving with age. Recently, I was discussing the situation with the same nurse who helped me to get the appointment, mentioned above. Then, I thought of the various comments that I’ve received from prisoners about the medical treatment that they receive in prison. I recalled a joke that we used to make, back in the 1980s, when I was studying with the Constitutional Patriots. We used to laugh about retirement at the Graybar Hotel. That led me to the funny idea of the Graybar Clinic. With that in mind, I commented to the nurse that maybe I should try to rob a bank, get arrested, and go to prison. Then, I could get medical treatment in prison. She thought that it was a cute joke, but she made a better one. She said that the cops would probably refuse to arrest me because I don’t have a driver’s license. Rats!