Paying Attention          By: James Bauhaus

I found out why people in my prison get married; found out the hard way, from being joked by sleazy prison bureaucrats. it turns out that the prison-crats have a scam going to increase their job security- plus they hate persons branded "criminal" and take pleasure in lengthening their sentences any way they can. The way they do this is by assigning demerits to their targets. They pretend that they have a "court", but any guard can simply write an accusation on any captive; no proof required, and it turns into a "conviction" with at least a 99% certainty. These convictions are used to prevent parole and to take back goodtime credits. What is worse, however, is that at some prisons they have programs where prosecutors pay guards to use inmate informers to plant dope to create drug victims to convict in street court. Trouble is, I thwarted them in this, and, in retaliations, they wrote out a conviction for hitting a guard because I'd dodge the 20 extra years they'd planned to put on me. I missed the Falklands War while I rotted on the rock at McAushwitz for 95 days.

Decades later, after passing each of many dope tests, a parole interviewer got her back up at me for refusing to accede to her idea that all captives are also dopies. In retaliation, she found a 30 year old prison "conviction" for "contraband" (a home-made coffee heater) and pulled a slick switcheroo by changing the word "contraband" to "marijuana". It is prison-crat chicanery like this that makes it essential to pay strict attention to every little thing they do. What is worse, however, is that merely paying attention is not enough. Prisoncrats are a very secretive bunch that hoards these records from their victims. Most people don't even know that you can demand these records and, after prolonged paper wars, actually obtain some of them to examine for their accuracy. If you don't pay attention to their rules and the over-riding laws, these bureaucratic word-bombs will secretly destroy what remains of your life and you won't even know it is happening or that you could have prevent it.

For example, the case managers and parole interviewers work together m put out a parole report on you to feed to the parole board members. Captives, by themselves, ordinarily are not knowledgeable or strong enough to get past all the bureaucratic roadblocks to obtain these reports. You need voters on the outside to help you force them to cough up these records. It took 3 voters and me 7 months. A law clerk friend with no outside help took 2 solid years of fighting with them. You can see the results of my labor and a detailed analysis of all the tricks and traps that they used on me by accessing my site, www.jamesbauhaus.org/parolereq.htm Every American captive should download a free copy of this for study, as all states use virtually the same semantic chicanery to prevent parole and to take back earned goodtime credits.         '

But the nightmare is just beginning from here. The prison-crats and parole-crats will corrupt your supporters with a vast playbook of lies designed for this purpose. E.g., they have a form by which they feign to measure "risk" of failing parole (see:/ParoleVoodoo.htm). Under "current severity", the cagey crat put "other", which is two demerits, instead of the correct answer, which assigns zero demerits. This lie put my score too high for parole. "Other" was a previous conviction, paid in full, at maximum cost, over 32 years ago. When I composed a letter-for-correction for my supporter to sign and send to the parole crat, she instead phoned the oily crat and was fed a lie, which she believed. "Oh we always review the whole record and, though the actual form we are forced to use does stipulate current offense, we simply ignore this rule and pick the worst one, because we can, because we will never get punished for changing the rules, and, mostly, because we'll make sure he never makes parole if he objects to our flagrant lawbreaking".

The crat won twice here, because he was able to poison the minds of my supporters and avoid leaving a paper trail of proof that could be used in court to force him to obey the laws of due process and equal protection.

I'm only beginning the torturous task of trying to make them remove these, and other lies, from their records on me. I know it will take years of wrangling and tripping through semantic minefields and falling through procedural trapdoors, etc. It will be a very tough fight, because I only need to ditch one demerit to get into the lowest parole risk category. This may seem trivial; since I pissed the crats into making sure that I never make parole. But it is not trivial for two reasons: These crats are permanently pissed at everyone who comes up for parole. They don't want anyone to make parole, but they have to pick somebody or there will be no lucrative $80,000/year parole-jobs for them to enjoy.

The second reason is going on right now in California. Their fetish for locking people up in cages and throwing away the keys has made their system the target of judges who told them to get rid of 40,000 people at least 5 years ago. The prison-crats" and parole-crats' continuing efforts to clog the system with their never-ending roadblocks have caused their system to overflow. This process is occurring in every state to varying degrees. The worse the civil rights violations become and the more complaints erupt from captives and voting friends and family, the faster the court-ordered inspectors will arrive to clean up the mess. They will brook no petty parole-crat vendettas. They will go straight for the statistics, however subjective they are, and kick out the people with the lowest risk ratings. This is why parole crats and prison-cram, as well as guards, are all hot to pin "violence" and "dopie" labels on captives. They also make it almost impossible to get these labels off once they are attached and buried in their records. They sneak them in, then they destroy the base-records, leaving only the conviction, but no evidence to trace back and attack once these convictions, or simple word-twisting enhancements, are revealed. Since the evidence is destroyed, ostensibly to make room for new records, it is often impossible to remove these convictions. This being so, it is essential for captive victims to force the crats to reveal their records for inspection by the victim at regular intervals to stop this type of common shenanigans form occurring.

Since these prison-crat "convictions" are virtually impossible to remove no matter how phony they are, many people try to go around them instead. Desperate to get demerits removed, captive victims notice that being married will subtract a point from their risk score. So they try to find other desperate people and get married. Media people find out and make this into head-scratching mystery. "Duh, why in the world would a prisoner want to marry? Why would an outsider want to many a prisoner? Why is the world spinning?"

Well, now you know; because the world is screwed up. Desperate people are forced to take desperate measures to make it less of a bummer to live. You can find out a lot of things by just paying attention.

Paying Attention By: James Bauhaus

There are three kinds of people in the world: People who watch what happens, people who make things happen, and people who ask, "whet the hell just happened!?"

Whenever we are caught not paying attention, we can have one of these "what the hell?" moments. It can even happen to animals. One of the cutest things I ever saw involved one of those life-size bronze statutes of a man, sitting on a park bench. It is just sitting there, taking up space on a real bench in a park, until a little shepherd dog walks up and sits down in front of it. The dog has a stick in its mouth, which he presents to the statue, then wags its tail hopefully

Less cute, but more amusing, is the way you can tease a cat with a stuffed toy dog. The dog is obviously lifeless to us, but somehow the cat's senses are not as acute as ours. It can slink around in the dark so successfully that it often returns with mice and birds to gnaw and claw, but it can't tell the difference between a live dog and a toy. Just wag the stuffed dog in front of its face, and the cat will erupt in a fury of bats and slashes, as if fighting for its life. Continue to do this, and the cat will keep responding the same way. There must be a time when the cat notices that no teeth are ever felt, but you can't tell this revelation by any lessening of the cat's aggression. It is as if the cat has only one response to anything that comes probing that looks like a dog's snout.

A similar instance occurred to me recently. A couple of kids in a rural town found a harmless snake on the railroad tracks. It was large, with its accompanying biblical evil, but its head has been blasted off. The kids carried it back and draped the carcass over the knob of the back door of a friend's house. The kids went next door to play, and a few minutes later, a pair of cops showed up. It turned out that the homeowner glimpsed out as he took out some trash. Instead of wondering why, or how, a snake had made an impossible climb to nowhere he would reasonably want to be, the man made a panicked call to the cops. The cop's highly trained; investigative minds swiftly determine that the hideous alarming animal is merely a headless corpse. Case closed!? Nope!

Now their busy minds switch gears. A culprit must be found and made to pay for this triple serving of mindless stupidity and embarrassment. It can't be the homeowner, despite his being the cause of the cops being wrenched away from their primary duty of skulking quietly for roadtax opportunities. They follow step two of their training and go to their nearest neighbors on search-and-interrogate missions. They find the children. It takes only seconds to browbeat them into snitching on each other. Hurling threats at these kids and berating them makes the cops feel less foolish, much like the cat that successfully beat off attacks by the toy dog. Finally finished gnawing their prey, the cops leave, thinking: "job well done!"

Another instance of "not paying attention" and its attendant "what the hell?!" moment occurred in Missouri. Again, it involved children, gullibility and over-amped imaginations. The kids had been wandering around and found a crocodile off in a patch of overgrown grass. They panicked, ran home and told an adult. The adult does not investigate or even spend twenty seconds of actual thought. He simply calls the cops. Three kids lead the "adult" and two cops to the offending crocodile, which happens to be in the neighbor's back yard. Too busy being scared, not any of them stopped to wonder how a coastal swamp animal, (indigenous to Africa) crawled to land-locked portions of Missouri. The oldest boy points. The nervous cops advance, guns drawn, Within a few steps, they see it! It is a huge crocodile, over ten feet long! It is motionless in the grass, in full view, eyes closed and apparently sleeping. The cops do their little duck-walk up to it, just like cops on TV. They aim and empty their guns into its head, same as they do when intent on killing human targets. Since they are competing with each other for bragging rights on the kill, they don't think about the odd color of the crocodile as they unload slugs as quickly as their fingers can twitch, They could not care less what color it was, especially when they finally noticed that their bullets were ricocheting off the animal. They did think it odd the animal failed to convulse in agony, like their human and canine victims always did. It turns out that this crocodile is the color of ordinary cement because it is a lawn ornament, placed there to scare kids out of the owner's back yard!

An even worse "what the hell!'?" moment occurred this Memorial Day. The story was carefully crafted to minimize blame on those responsible. The first thing that the media or authority did was concoct a "suicide by drowning" story. For unknown reasons, a teenager is in a lake and begins drowning. Apparently, his mother calls for rescue. These "first responders", as they love to call themselves, do nothing but watch the kid flail, for a solid hour, from shore. The mother and other citizens who pay these public servants were mystified that they act nothing like their portrayal by actors on TV. They gather enough courage to ask them why they do nothing. The cops' excuses, given for the media by them, are several:

Their water rescue money was forfeited last year as a cost-saving measure.

They had no water rescue training. The kid might attack any rescuers

He might have a gun out there with him Their CNN media pals help excuse their lack of responding by adding that the water, on May 31, in these global warming times, is somehow "frigid".

Spreading horror stories about guns and speculation about attacks on rescuers' is sufficient to prevent any real heroes from stepping into the breach, but only for an hour. Finally, a 20-year-old girl can take no more of the cowardice and uncaring excuses. She dives, continues swimming to the drowning man, despite the cops' threats and demands that she return to shore immediately. She tows the guy back and begins cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Sadly, she had been delayed too long. The guy does not revive.

In the media's endless search for heroes, they all inexplicably let this one slip away. Perhaps they don't interview her because she does not leap eagerly in front of their cameras m perform like a trained seal, as first responder heroes do. If they chased her, like paparazzi do, maybe she threw rocks at them in disgust. This is what I would do, if only to wipe from their faces that smirking look of self-indulgent superiority and give them their own moment of "what the hell, man?!" Obviously, they were all doing something that did not include paying attention.