C James Bauhaus 2006

LIVING UNDER COVER

With the recent massive governmental thefts of freedom and privacy nationwide, alert citizens should take a lesson from prison captives in learning how to live under constant scrutiny and survive random and carefully planned.invasions of home and person.

The first thing to learn is how to appear to conform. Hiding within the common herd of American mankind is a skill that involves attracting no attention. This is particularly difficult in prison, since we are crammed together tightly in tiny compounds and forced to live with, usually, a nosy, poverty-stricken numbskull whose limited mental capacity often focuses upon nothing more than what you are doing. Prisoners' minds are so empty most of the time that they are in constant search for stimuli, evidenced by their squawking call of greeting everyone with variations of "What's up?" They want in your business because they generally have no affairs of their own to speak of. Thankfully, they are interested in your business only long enough to discover that they can find no way that your business can benefit them. Unfortunately, soon as they discover this, they often begin telling you their business, which consists mainly of nothing more than regaling you with stories of their past while trying to mooch from you anything that their busy eyes can find in your cage, such as a cigarette, coffee, sugar, chips, pornography, etc.

Suffering through enough of these patterns of social interaction leads one to the first rule of maintaining camoflage. Inmates call this, "keeping your business off the street", because everyone you let see your lifestyle/assets/affairs, etc, will invariably blab it to their friends. Hours or days later, some stranger will come asking you for something he should not even know about. Thus the best way to avoid other peoples intrusions into your affairs and wasting your time, money, effort and materials is to keep everything concealed, appear boring and associate only with persons who you have carefully screened and tested for stupidity, intelligence and shared goals, etc.

Unfortunately for mankind, a certain amount of idle, often mindless chatter must precede any attempts to make progress, and this is how the most interesting things that small minds can observe about you get swiftly passed on to many people with whom you'd rather not waste time. Because most inmates simply can not keep their blab-holes shut, any information that they can uncover about you generally circulates up the grapevine and into your secret, permanent govt record in a very short time. This makes more than 50% of everyone either a willing snitch trying to curry favor with the prison kops or an unconscious snitch whose frantically flapping lips unwarily feed the willing snitches. This necessitates persons with important goals to set traps to uncover the loosest lips prior to trusting them with any important information. This is done by giving out trivial information in various versions to specific persons to be tested. To be certain of accurate results you must keep written records, invariably some or all versions of the test information will circulate back to you, telling you who can and can't be trusted. In general, the more gregarious the person, the less reason to trust him because, simply, the more idle chatter, the more need for material of interest to offer up while idly chattering.

Once you've uncovered the few people and/or cliques, organizations, etc whose goals and competences are congruent with yours, a secure way to communicate is often needed. Because of the constant threat of cage invasion by kops, captives have developed some ingenious ways to safeguard communications, conceal information and lessen the theft of important items by prison burglary teams. Intelligence evolves in response to the need for intelligence, thus decades of living by one's wits has tended to make American prison captives almost as successful at creating and maintaining secret organizations as the Europeans, e.g., the so-called Baader-Meinhof "gang", the Sicilian mafia, the Holly McGuiers, etc. American cops have recently realized this and begun to devote a small, yet larger portion of their taxcash toward study and infiltration of these groups due to their fear of prison "gangs" turning "terrorist". They really needn't bother because American captives are apolitical, and there is no profit and much risk in trying to obtain vengeance upon a faceless, well-concealed, extremely well protected regime of secretive lawcrats. Govcrats are simply displaying their guilt by projecting their fear of domestic terrorism since they got caught murdering at Ruby Ridge, Waco and elsewhere and inadvertently created and schooled McVeigh. Labeling every criminal a potential terrorist is also a slick govcrat program designed to stampede the ignorant voting citizens into willingly agreeing with the squandering of their tax-assets an illusory threats. Most of the actual purpose of this PR campaign is to continue to build the standing army of cops and secret police required to keep an exploding population of ethically challenged, illegal immigrant wage-slaves controlled with prisons, slave camps, substandard mass housing, etc. Such prison-like conditions will spread outside to these places, end inside as well as outside, the primary focus of the captives will always be profit, not terrorism. This being obviously so, I start with practical ways of attempting to keep one's forbidden assets within one's possession.

In prison, the kops don't want you to have any types of adhesives, including tape, glue or magnets. Kops call these "security threats" because they are sometimes used to put things in hard to search places, such as under sleeping racks. Prison kops are often obscenely fat, thus some of the best places to conceal possessions that kops desire to steal are places that require the obese kops to get down on their hands and knees and drag their pus-guts along the dirty floors. Astute prisoners make these tasks more unpleasant and less successful for the kops by spreading stories of gluing razor blades in tight places where kops must search. This causes them to wear two layers of gloves (leather for protection from booby traps and latex for protection from infection by HIV, hepatitis, TB, etc) which cuts their ability to feel the things they are searching for. Kops also try to prevent access to metal and paint, too, since the most successful of all prison hiding places are hollowed-out cinderblock storage compartments placed so high up the walls that access requires climbing onto the top rack or standing on a stack of books. Vents and grates can be hammered off through use of simple devices designed to take advantage of the physics of automotive dent-pullers. Once off, compartments are constructed with glue, cardboard and paint in corners dark and hard to reach by the kops' flashlights and mirrors once the grate is hammered back on. Artistry flourishes in prisons, and Hollywood testifies to its utility in every prison escape movie it has ever made.

Many forbidden possessions are made to break down into various innocuous, legal parts and hide in junk boxes as miscellaneous crap. Key parts are wrapped in cloth so they won't rattle and stored in lotion bottles, etc, leading the kops to market and force purchase of see-through everything from bottles to TVs. Tattoo guns, firestarters and electric (liquid) heating devices are three examples. Tattooing is big business in prison, both for art and for covering/disguising skin-grafitti already recorded by the cops. Home-made lighting devices and coffee and food heaters are a mere convenience. Contrary to what the kops vend to the public and their media instruments, weapons manufacture in prisons is almost never for offensive purposes.. Most are made purely for defensive purposes, and many are made for sale only. Prisoners are always barking at each other like dogs, and the more scared they are, the more they tend to buy and flaunt weapons to scare each other off. The real killers in prison are the ones who satisfy some of these criteria: persons never getting out and thus forced to take idle threats of death seriously; young, stupid and scared persons who are also easily manipulated by "gangsters" offering protection for violent "favors" against rivals and debtors; dope lovers/addicts who pay to have dope imported by, and get ripped off by, gang members; and, overexploited persons who suddenly desire payback more than life inside prison yet outside the kops' Super Harassment Units (SHUs). Kops maintain levels of shittier and shittier prisons, culminating in the SHUs that correspond to the ninth ring of (Dante's) Hell. The less shitty the prison, the lower the likelihood of actual kill-goaled attacks.

 Most inmate attacks are cowardly hit-and-runs or suckerpunches or group-attacks that avoid murder. Prisoners unite against official oppression more frequently now and often have their version of the welcome wagon due to the kops' strategy of disrupting cliques that they discover by shuffling their members to different mini-prisons scattered all over the nation and beyond. Captives avoid discovery of this phenomenon by writing essential information in pencil underneath the lower racks of specific cages in each sub-prison they are made to suffer. The information is in pencil because graphite is very hard to see in dark places. To read it, one must slide face-up under the rack and adjust the angle of view to just the right reflectance. Even the most search-happy kops will not do this, and the entire text is never visible at one angle. Especially a mirror won't find it, nor a kop on his hands and knees making a cursory inspection. The information includes which kops or runmen are the least shitty, insider tips on how to get pencil, paper, shower, soap, toilet paper, forms, medicine/medic attention and which captives to contact in order to get secret services. Each of the sub-prisons has a kop who is often within earshot, and, the shittier the sub-prison, the higher the chance of an inmate selling out for a favor, hence the importance of limiting eavesdroppers to trivial, or at least innocuously coded, chatter.

For these reasons many captives learn sign language when they keep getting caught for running "criminal" (sales, usually) enterprises and ending up in prison "jails". Now that the lawcrats have decided to maximize the fabulous political and tax profits they make off their prison-building industries and inmate slave-herds by outlawing the one vice that kills the most inmates and costs the most medical expenses (tobacco), they have created a new, only lightly-criminalized smuggling behavior for kops and "gangs" to profit from. (A single ounce of cheap pouch tobacco is $40 wholesale and can be made into at least 70 toothpick-sized cigarettes that sell for $2 to $5 each.) This provides plenty of incentive to corrupt guards, learn silent communications skills and continually suffer transfer between jail, prison, SHU, etc, to no more point than to dirty one's lungs and obtain an intermittent supply of junk foods.

Most of the codes that captives use for written communications are less than noteworthy, but don't yet have to be because kops are lax in this area. One highly-organized and connected Mexican I lived with bragged of a simple tic-tac-toe alphabet code to run his dope "empire" between miniprisons. He was so successful that he had a horde of bump-monkeys eager to wax his cage floor, clean his cage, make his bed, bring him ice, steal milk out of the messhall for him, wash and press his clothes, run errands and be his mules, etc. His coding method was nothing more complicated than the newspaper's daily cryptoquote, yet he swore that it was the primary method of the California prison Mexican mafia and that the Cali-kops could not break it!

The Negroes are just as clever by preferring not to write at all. They conduct business by simply shouting interminably to each other over long distances in a slang language mixed with nonsense syllables. No gang-unit kop is going to waste ten minutes trying to make sense of that crap.

The Indian cliques use a clever type of shadow-writing that is like a negative, yet surreal image of actual writing. To read it takes a very long time. To read it quickly, the kops would have to train their minds or pay a software engineer to design a program to scan and read it.

The Hitler cliques use the sign language and are adept at concealing their coded communications within correspondence. They use both overlay masks and pre-chosen code words such as was made famous by Hollywood's mafia movies.

Actual unbreakable codes involve using copies of the same book to code with, provided you are sure your organization is free of snitches and hasn't yet been infiltrated by the cops. Alphabet substitution codes are also unbreakable, but tedious to use. Most of these require computers, and are used by banks and are called Public Key Cryptography. Even without computers, you can foil the govt's codebreaking computer-farms with one simple trick; use multiple codes. Code your information, then use a different code to code it again; repeat. Every time you recode your information with another code, you vastly increase the amount of computer search time that the govcops have to use to try and decipher your code. E.g, the govcops have thousands of decoding schemes that they try on each code they have stolen from someone. Their computer tries each one til it succeeds in breaking your code. If none appears to work, they often assume that one DID work, but that it only decoded-one layer of code. Since they don't know which one broke the first layer, they must try each of their thousand decoding techniques on their previous results. Obviously a very few layers on coding makes tons of work that is not even cost effective for thousands of govt computers to waste time on. Despite Hollywood's glorified movies about valiant British and American scientists breaking codes of the stupid Krauts and evil Japs, govcops mostly just find the guy with the information and get it out of him through simple kidnapping and torture.

Coding your information and hiding your possessions are important, but much more important is safeguarding your life. Never forget that they can and will simply kill you if you let them. And they will get away with murdering you, every time. This never-punish-the-kops unwritten legal dogma is what encourages them to kill you. One illustrative example of how easily their uniformed thugs kill people occurred here in 1982. It was a hot summer. A guy played basketball in the sun for hours. The kops called "LOCKUPI" Everyone went to their concrete coffins like a bunch of cows and locked themselves inside. There was no breeze through the slit "window". The kops turned off (or, more precisely, never turned on) the ventilation. The foot-thick concrete and steel walls had absorbed heat all day from the outside and radiated it inside. Two people trapped in a tiny cage radiate 100 watts of heat of their own, each. Basketball-guy passed out on the top rack and quickly died of heatstroke.

Thrifty kops thought that they'd save a few cents on electricity and ended up costing their industry a head of stock worth $20K/year in taxpayer-subsidized guard wages. Because that particular head of slave stock had had a life sentence taken from him, and because he was only 19 years old, the actuary figured that the legal enslavement industry lost a whopping $1.1 million in tax-profits off him. (76-19x20K/yr=$1.14 million), not including the labor they had planned to make off him. So they fixed at the problem of captives dying of the heat. Okie federal judge Louie Bohanon hired Texas Bureaucrat John Albach for $100,000 to do a "study" that recommended that the kops turn on the ventilator and let it run continuously.

Twenty-four years later, it's still easy to die of heatstroke in this prison. Guard arrogance has added to guard stupidity, apathy, neglect and malice. These global-warmer days the sun beats into our window for 7 hours every evening.    It's reached over 100ºF for 30 days, It's so hot that the kops can't stand it and have locked themselves inside the air-conditioned building usually reserved solely for the many bureaucrats involved in "corrections".

(We're down to only 3 worthless paper-shufflers/kop now.)     I've got an ancient, sickly, ex-wino in here who does almost nothing but take his parkinson's/ulcer/blood pressure/diabetes medications and sleep in his clothes. (His medications put him into a near-coma, plus he is so extremely lazy that he basks in his own filth.) It's easy to see that this guy will die in either of 2 likely ways. He's going to lay on his ass until inactivity forms a clot of blood that lodges in his heart, lung or brain, or, his medication is going to let him sleep through death by heatstroke.

I don't need another fraudulent murder conviction put on me, so I tape together 16 sheets of paper and hang them in the window that's letting the sun broil us with its heat. (No thermometers are allowed in prison, so we can't find out how hot it gets in these cages, but it was 107ºF in Tulsa yesterday.) This trick lasts one hour. The kops' well-oiled anti-prisoner machine springs into action. The drive-around-in-circles kop spots my white window from the cool confines of his air-conditioned van. He immediately calls the tower kop. This breach-of-security call sets in motion a vast security pogrom. The tower kop radios the maggot squad and sets them a-buzzing like mad hornets. Next he calls the mini-prison kop and gives him co-ordinates to the deadly situation. Like a commando attacking a pillbox, sgt, Harry Bears hits his panic button, then charges out of his air-conditioned lair to gather with the maggot squad of black-shirts already there. They beat on the heavy metal door like stupid apes and shriek orders that were being obeyed before any of them had even arrived. "LAY ON YOUR RACKS! DON'T MOVE!" Like an efficient army of ants, two "secure the door", three rush in (hut-huthut:) while hiding behind 50k volt plexiglass shock shields, and one tears dawn my paper sunblocker. Before they rush out the door with my invention, I notice that their shields are so cold from air-conditioned storage that they have condensation on their metal rivets. The next day a pig hands me a citation: for attempting to survive and save another life, I am told that my sentence was extended a full year and for 90 days I will not be allowed to buy anything from the pig, such as a cold drink. 

I tell you this because these are the exact, same petty, mindless scum that you will soon be suffering outside of prisons. Already they have their grinning media tools broadcasting to the masses how gladly that carefully-selected-for-TV airline passengers submit to having all their liquids, gels and toothpaste confiscated from them. This conditions them into throwing away these items themselves. Within a year the cops will claim to have found an ass-bomber plot that suddenly forces them to jam six-foot long digicams up passengers' colons. Citizencattle will be made to wear pocketless clothes, see-through garments and neon identity-flasher hats. For us to accommodate the limitations of facial recognition technology, cops will outlaw, for everyone else, every type of face covering from sunglasses to makeup. The bills and brims of hats will be regulated down to no more than half an inch, same as collars. Possession of theatrical-grade makeup without a license will be prosecuted as a terrorist crime. Cop-cameras will stare at you from every angle, and the slightest perceived attempt to avoid them will bring instant sanction. Some will be fitted with pepper spray and everyone wishing to enter certain doorways will be forced to look directly into them with wide-open eyes.

They begin these scurvy requirements at sports events and end them in govt buildings that they force you to enter on some pretext, such as paying your taxes or obtaining a driver's license. False positives will be common, and when a computer mistakes you for one of the many millions of persons that the govcops wish to capture, enslave or torture, you will get two eyes full of searing pain as groups of pigs beat you down, hogtie you, then swiftly drag you off into their secret, soundproof liars for "further processing". None of the falsely captured, partially processed persons will be permitted to sue the cops for this.

Amazingly, almost no one will even think of suing, because they will have been cunningly conditioned by TV and other media propaganda to believe that such unexpected, swift torture is a small price to pay for the privilege of living in such a proud, freedom filled land as America!

(Wave flag here)

Other cop-cams will be fitted with taser darts, tranquilizer darts, tagging guns, even machine guns and lasers. Wearing an electronic identification/tracker chip in your ass will be a highly sought-after luxury because not having one makes you subject to many DNA analyses per week as you try to pursue happiness. Without the chip, you'll have to keep giving cops DNA samples everywhere you want to go. You just stick your skin up to their bite-box; it chops out a sample, analyses it and then directs the cops to either capture you, fine you, turn you away or allow passage to the next checkpoint. Every important doorway will demand a bite of your skin or take an automatic check of you asschip: realtime tracking of billions of citizens will become a reality soon. Robocop chips will be in our devices to automatically fine us for crime such as making crank calls or making unauthorized adjustments to our TVs, computers or radios, etc. When we exceed the cops' recommended speed limit, the car will pull over, lock up and call the cops. Don't get caught putting grounded tinfoil in your walls to prevent the cops from seeing through them with their drive-by snooper-radars, but do make your walls massive and well-insulated to thwart the cops' sonic and infrared snoop-cams.

The politicians and cop-klans are primarily concerned with taking away your most effective means of protecting yourselves from their pogroms. They want, more than anything, you and their taxherds ignorant and defenseless against their attacks. The new Inquisition has just barely begun, and you can see the swift progress already made.

Welcome to a brave, arrogant new world where attempting to survive is a crime. Other tips:

Realize that the kops' time during shakedowns is limited, and the more time they spend on interesting nonsense, the less time they'll spend on finding and stealing or vandalizing your valued possessions. E.g, kops' fingers are attracted to pills and other drug-looking stuff such as pill bottles, envelopes with powders in them that may be drugs but are actually only soaps, detergents, ajax, etc. Keep plenty of unidentified pills and powders partially hidden in small containers of every sort scattered out in different places. The kops will waste time opening every one and wondering among themselves about the contents. Kops are now programed by their bosses NOT to sniff, taste or handle such unknown, unlabeled substances due to the number of cops who stupidly and arrogantly seared their lungs sniffing acids and bases at trash-speed "labs" they'd been shown in shacks and car trunks. (They turned their injuries into "SAVE THE BABIES!" PR tricks.) They will puzzle over unlabeled pills and terrifying powders amongst themselves for a very long time, then they will ask you about them. Waste more of their time by answering their questions with more questions, like, "Where'd you get it?" Feign cooperation, confusion and stupidity, then identify it for them just before they give up and pull some petty vandalism. (They'll do this anyway, probably, so expect it. It's what they do.)

Keep plenty of gimcracks, gew-gaws and knic-knacs around with the non-see-through containers of lotions, powders and perfumes, etc. The kops will determine to shake, open and puzzle over each one, especially the ones that rattle. Feed their curiosity by making at least one container rattle. Best if they can't get it to fall out and have to find a kop with a knife to cut it open for them; this ties up more kops. This is why the boss-kops force captives to get rid of any art they may have or make art can be anything and can conceal much. Worse, if they destroy it, the boss-kops may have the annoyance of having to justify, in writing, their destruction or even have to pay for it. Kops thus hate art on at least 2 levels.

Separate your things. Often the kops are also stealing extra clothing, sheets and blankets. This is why you need to make things hard to count by keeping them scattered. Kops hate to touch dirty laundry because captives harbor so many diseases. So this is a good place to hide extra sheets, etc. Wad and twist two sheets together so that it locks like one dirty sheet. Kops usually just mash and rumple dirty laundry, hoping to find something hard buried in it. I put an extra light bulb in a sock-hat to keep my idiotic cellie from breaking it: the kops found it and became so excited that they stole the light bulb and tore up the sockhat in an orgy of petty vandalism. Then they stole my cardboard chess board. They hated me saving fish oil in a bottle so much that they poured the rest of it over my towel in the sink. While they reveled in these petty acts of harassment, I got to keep all my illegal possessions for another year, including my emergency supply of allergy pills, a scientific calculator I'd bought from a Negro who'd stolen it from the prison "school", to replace the cheap one the kops had sold to me, then stole from me. I got to keep my whetstone, screwdrivers, drill, humidity gauge, balance scale, firestarter, extra sheets, psychedelic plant seeds, extra clothes and my tool for short-circuiting the cage door in case I get a chance to leave suddenly.

Living under cover is good practice for learning how to distract kops. It teaches you to be a magician, misdirecting with your hand the prying eyes that should be watching your other hand. The more years you live this way, the smarter you get. At the same time, the oppressors get lazy and decadent, eventually aiding in their overthrow or replacement. It's the classic contest between defense and offense. They are the offense. Good luck holding up your end of the social equation.