The Fed Funny Farm, Part II

Judge Robert Blink

Judge William A. Price

Judge Anastasia Baker Hurn...and friend

Judge Carol S. Egly...and believe me, she looks worse in person.

Linda Lane, Asst. County Prosecutor

How nice of Judge Blink.

So here's the deal kids, on August 18th, there's to be another hearing, where they intend to put me back in jail for another 8 months.  Well, thanks to the judge for giving me all of this time, I don't intend to let it happen.

As you have already learned, or soon will, they have denied us the restoration of our parental rights (I never had any, evidently, they vacated my appeal...I wasn't a party, so they aren't able to terminate my rights, since I wasn't the bio father).  Soon enough, every document concerning that case will go up, as well as all documents concerning all of my recent criminal cases.  It's important that America knows the funny stuff they pull on us regular folk, when they don't like what we're doing; exposing their criminal behavior.

Soon enough, I will be pow-wowing with powerful legal minds to file 3 cases in federal court.  One for the Juvenile case (writs a plenty, the Habeas and Certeriori), and 2 for the criminal cases (same writs, along with one for prohibition and mandamus), to ensure that I do no more time for those.  Finally, we will be harassing the United States Attorney's office to file charges of conspiracy and criminal actions against those of Polk County.  This should be loads of fun.

Just because I love for mine enemies to know what's comin' down the pike, here are the things we will be addressing concerning our criminal cases:

1.  There were supposed to be No Contact Orders filed against me for Mark Worthington, and one for Linda Lane.  Of course, there can't legally be one for Ms. Lane, not until she's no longer affiliated with my cases.  As for Mark Worthington, well, he's been continually harassing me and my family ever since the court case, so the courts will have to answer as to why no charges have been filed.

2.  There were documents of mine pulled out of my misdemeanor case, and the court's which look nothing like my other motions filed, we're put in, and the record of the court was changed.  Uh oh.  Looks like fraud upon the court, hmm?

3.  Depositions weren't done, nor was it ever insinuated by my stand-by attorney that they should have been.

4.  200 of my 215 pieces of evidence were dismissed as irrelevant, and 29 of my 40 witnesses were allowed to get out of testifying, all on a Friday...before the Monday trial.

5.  Documents that I asked my stand-by attorney to file for me...never got filed.

6.  I asked that a new trial be asked for, because the jury was more than likely tainted in their guilty decision because of a Des Moines Register article, written just before the jury went into deliberations, that lumped me in with murderous domestic terrorists, called 'Sovereign Citizens'...a phrase I've never used to identify myself...and was never asked for by my stand-by attorney.

7.  I should have gotten a jury trial in my misdemeanor case...and never did.

8.  The judge, Anastasia Hern, was biased, per Judge Price.

9.  Challenges of jurisdiction were not properly answered, and didn't occur until nearly 3 weeks after my arrest.

10.  My pro-se and civil, natural and constitutional rights, as well as my due process, was continually denied me.

As for the Juvenile appeal, well, you know about that.  If you don't, there's hell to pay, and I intend to tender the bill, very soon.

Again, this should be a blast.  Thank God, federal cases only cost around $5 a pop, or this could have been expensive.

I don't believe I'll be going back to jail, tankyooberrymutts.  I'll letcha know how it goes....ok

The Polk County "Polkie", Part (B) - July 2016 - A Day In The Life at the PCJ

https://www.polkcountyiowa.gov/sheriff/news-press-releases/polk-county-jail-excelled-in-four-critical-inspections/

Hey America, welcome back!  It's July, and an update that will be completed AFTER July 4th (my release date) can be found below, after the usual asterisks  For those that didn't read last months' fare, we were in the middle of slamming the Polk County Jail, where I have been unlawfully detained for the 4th time in over a year and 3 months now.  is this the last time, you ask?  Oh hell no.  No, I will be out now doing Iowa probation for 2, possibly 3 years, more if they violate me.  When a violation happens (and it WILL happen), it will be the only time.  After that, I will ask that my probation be revoked, so that I don't end up in jail longer than the intended year that I was originally sentenced to receive.  There will be no 2nd violation.  Instead, I will go to jail to do the remainder of my sentence (one year, minus the time I've done already), in order to be finally free of the corruption in this state and all it entails.  I will, prior to that first violation, do as much (legal) damage to mine enemies as possible before they slam me up again, trust that.  The first order of business will be to maximize viewership of both America's Deadly Sins and, particularly, blog the 2nd, "Iowa, and more importantly, Des Moines, Iowa" which can be found HERE:

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Again, if you don't feel like sticking around for the Polk County Jail roast to follow, skip on down under the stars (the asterisks at the bottom of the article, remember?) below.  Someone is bound to read this drivel, that I promise.  Do I look worried to you?  'Cause I'm not.

Now, where were we...Oh yeah - A Day In The Life.  Whose life, you ask?  Why, mine, of course.  Add me to around 16,000 other inmates in only this county in only this state, in only one year, and you just begin to see the true problems, not only with the judiciary that puts us here, but with the entire prison system itself.  i'll just say this folks - if you're not convinced of the issues with jail and prison after this mini-series (due to extend for another 2 articles following this one), then you may just be that asleep, that brain-jacked or that stupid, after all.

For those of you wondering if you should come back for August and September, or just reach for the stars every month hereafter?  In August, we'll talk about the ridiculous things we Iowans are arrested for and their related Iowa Code sections, and add to that the fraudulent things the police, the courts and the D.O.C. (Department of "Corrections") are doing to make sure these charges stick to you, and keep you comin' back for more, later down the pike...whether you plead out or go to trial to try and beat them.  In September, we'll be covering state and federal prisons, and all the "out-inmate" options:  The Fort, Bridges, work release, probation, parole, etc...and why none of these programs work; but are instead just there to bring in more money for the state from the Federal Government...and your pocketbooks, inadvertently.

This article, in following the previous one, will discuss in full detail every moment, awake or asleep, of life in the Polk County Jail, the variables that factor into that life, and what we endure...day in, day out, month after month; for what could very well be years, if you're waiting for the Feds to come and get you.  If you need the preamble (from June), it's just one article down, on this same page.  But first, let's go over a few key points in preface to this:

CHAIN OF COMMAND

The chain of command is fairly easy and predictable, and is color-coded there for better understanding.  the C.O.'s in tan shirts are our "den mothers", the "low men on the totem pole."  These folks are half responsible for checking us in, classifying us, answering questions (that we may or may not get an answer to) and making sure we are given what little they are allowed to give us.  They do the very least, and are, almost literally paid baby-sitters.  Very well paid paid baby-sitters, but baby-sitters, none the less.

Next, we have the inmate workers; dressed in lime green and dark grey.  Over them are "The gray shirts,", on the same level as the "tan" shirts.  These C.O.'s are in charge of the inmate workers AND their own special pod.  Generally the same 6-8 people oversee the worker pod.  The workers get 2 days of discharged time for every 10 days they work, are not charged the $60 a day for room and board that the rest of the populace are, and can eat as much jail food as they want to...yum yum.  Oh, I feel it's important to mention that the worker pod is not for everyone, like it is in most prisons; no, they are very picky on who they have work for them.  If you have even been CHARGED with a violent crime...not convicted, CHARGED....you can't work for the jail.  If you don't get along with everyone like an angel...you can't work for the jail.  If you've had discipline problems (didn't roll over and go b-a-a-a-a...like you should), you can't work for the jail.  C'mon guys....maybe you have discipline problems BECAUSE NO ONE CAN WORK OFF THE TIME THEY'RE IN, YA THINK?  Unless you're a 5th degree shoplifter, chances are you won't be working for the jail.  Work should be a requirement.  Otherwise, you just sit around and think of stupid things to do...mainly because there isn't anything to do.

Fun flies when you're doing time, right?

On quite another plane altogether is the last of the bottom-dwellers, the "Red Team".  These are the jail's official "bouncers."  They're called when folks threaten to hurt themselves or others...or when they ARE hurting themselves or others.  They're also called in if the C.O. on duty deems it necessary, and to handle other duties as well, such as shake-downs and moving prisoners around the jail.

All of these lower folks fall under a predictable chain of command.  Sergeants (in black dress shirts) oversee all the lower C.O.'s.  Above them are three lieutenants and a captain, in white dress shirts.  Above the white shirts is the Chief Jailer (someone I've never seen....Joe somebody or other), and above him is the figurehead sheriff, who obviously never is involved in any aspect of the jail, whether running it or overseeing it....Bill McCarthy, the mystery sheriff...who I imagine knows about as much about this jail as you do...or did, after I get finished with you.

JAIL GIVENS

Also worth mentioning are the "Givens" of everyday life at the Polk County Jail:  3 shift changes, 3 mealtimes, 3 pill distribution times, a wake-up and a beddy-bye time.

Monday, North 8 Pod

Unless you need to go to the restroom or get a drink of the nasty water, you cannot get up between 10:30 p.m. and 5:30 a.m.  If you wake up early, you are forced to remain in your cell.  Most C.O.'s won't do anything for you until the lights come on.  The lights come on at 5:30, and breakfast happens at 6:00 a.m.  As you may (or may not) remember, razors can be gotten between 5:30 and 6:00 a.m.  Breakfast will not begin until all razors are returned to the C.O., and all inmates are seated.  You are awakened if still asleep.

"Breakfast" consists of a cup of cereal, 2 slices of bread, a small squeeze packet of peanut butter, and a restaurant-sized packet of jelly, always mixed fruit or grape flavored.  Once or twice a month, you'll get a single egg with your breakfast, or a half of a banana.  The cereal is either frosted flakes, honey-nut Cheerios, or Hy-Vee Fruit Loops.  Also given you is a half of a gallon of OJ and a half of a gallon of milk per 6 inmates (which evens out to around 8 oz. of each per inmate...if everyone is being kind and generous, and if everyone is using only the brown 8 oz. cups that were given you, instead of the 16 oz. soup cups)  From what I've gathered, this breakfast costs the jail an average of $.19 cents per inmate per day.  I believe it.  Even if the price tag were a dollar a day, considering I'm paying Polk County $60 for "room and board" at this jail (in addition to the $142 per inmate per day that the Federal Government is paying them to keep us there as long as possible) I should be getting waffles, an omelet and breakfast in bed.

Instead, I am ordered to remain seated 'til the cart holding our 64 trays, stacked lovingly on top of each other; comes by, and the C.O. allows our table to get up and get it.  Bunk #'s 1-10 are ordered to clean up the mess, and must tell the C.O. what chore they'd like to do:  tables, sweeping, mopping, dust pan or trash.

After breakfast, court go'ers are called to leave around 6:45 a.m.  At this point in time, we will be taking the first of many detours we'll be taking in this article, in order to cover this little pleasure in greater detail.

Anyone attending court between 8-10:30 a.m. leaves the PCJ at 6:45 a.m.  You are waist and wrist cuffed before moving to the front of the jail to await transport.

Some of us will be attending court right here in the jail, as most would after they are booked in within 24 hours of being arrested).  In this case, you simply stay put.  you appear in front of the judge at the jail or at the Polk County courthouse, fully chained (with leg cuffs as well, if you're going to the courthouse).  If you have to attend court at the courthouse (without a jury present), you are kept in full chains (foot, waist and wrist) until you arrive back at the PCJ. If your court time is one of the first to take place, you may get lucky enough to be back for lunch at the jail (if you prefer to call that lucky, anyway).  If not, lunch at the old jail (where you are taken to wait for your hearing) consists of a 10 oz. carton of milk, and a "triple-decker" sandwich.  Between bread pieces one and two are a single piece of meat.  Between bread pieces 2 and 3 is a single piece of processed cheese.  Yum....ME!!

Fortunately, if you are to appear in front of a jury, you're allowed to wear dress clothes and not required to wear chains.  If this is the case, then why not all of the time?  I would think the line to a suspect would be a lot more direct for a sheriff if less people are present, so why do chains need to be on for jury-less hearings?  Wouldn't a defendant be a lot more dangerous if there were more people in the room?  I would imagine so!  I'm sure the number of times a defendant goes off on a tangent is more so with a room full of people, added to the danger to them becoming hostages.  Anyway...

Let's get back to the PCJ.

After breakfast, you are allowed to move around until shift change.  you are then ordered back to your bunk until the new C.O. comes on, around 7;45 a.m.  The phones come on at 8:00 a.m. (after you're allowed to move around again).

Now, let's take detour #2, the phone fun.  When you get to your first "Barney Land" pod (see the first part of this series, from June), if you want to use their phones, you need to register to use them, using voice recognition.  One of the biggest ways the prosecution in Polk County gets you is through their access to your phone calls (and the numbers you call), your visits, and your use of their mail system.  Every letter going out (not addressed to a lawyer or a judge) is read.  Every letter coming in is opened.  Every phone call and visit is now monitored, recorded, and can now be used against you in a court of law.  They consider every phone call you make like an interrogation now, and read you your Miranda rights...both to you, and to your caller.  Should you have a conversation with your wife (which used to be known as 'marital privilege') or are your own lawyer (pro-se, meaning any conversations you might have about your case with someone would be "work-product privilege") no longer matters now.  A judge will now say that if you use their phone to make phone calls, you now subject yourself to them going against you.  So what they're really saying is, the rights you have on the outside (or used to have anyway...even then I wonder) you don't have in jail, you have no rights at all; as well as NO OTHER WAY to communicate with anyone on the outside.  They say "if you use the jail's phone" like you have another choice.  You don't.  Your choice is use their phones, and quite possibly get in more trouble (or get others in trouble)...or don't communicate with your loved ones at all.  Nice right?  Don't forget this:  Local phone calls (which just went up AGAIN before my release) are now $3.00 each.  In other areas or area codes in Iowa, I've seen phone calls run as high as $4.00 to connect...and $.45 a minute...NO JOKE.  Anything else anywhere in the country?  $.21 a minute.  Somebody in Iowa's makin' money hand over fist, hmm??

Back to the main highway.

At 9-9:30 a.m. you are woke up again for "Med Pass".  Shit!  Another detour?  So soon?

Yes kids, it's Medical.  Now, when you are "fishbowl" bound, you see Medical, right away (after you sit there for about 12 or better hours, I mean).  This visit's on the house.  After this, you're charged $5-$10 for each time they have to come and see you (they come 3 times a day anyway...so why are you charged at all?)  To get them to return, you have to fill out a "Kite."  Now wait a minute...a kite...we mentioned this in my last article, and promised to address this, didn't we?  Well, buckle your seats again.  We're already detoured, so I suppose now we're going to have to 4-wheel it off the road this time.

A "kite" is a request you make of the jail...simple as that.  Whether for medical, for a law book, a haircut, or for medical...whatever, a kite is a request of the jail to do something for you; but yeah, you guessed it, nothing is ever this simple at the Polk County Jail, or Polk County, period.

Being someone who has (now) had personal experience about this "award-winning" jail and its operations, let me now tell you how kites and their elevated parents, 'Grievances', really work out.

If your request is an easy one, has a definite "No" answer, and doesn't involve a C.O. or their superiors, you receive an answer almost immediately.  If you're deathly ill or dying, you should get a response sometime in 24 hours (In case you're wondering if I'm joking, I don't believe I am).  If your kite or grievance involves a difficult staff member or is tough for them to handle (or, in contrast, makes your life better or easier in any way), it might never be addressed.

When I first discovered kites and grievances (more of those things you have to figure out on your own), I spent 5 whole days filling out 10 kites a day, asking for the same 10 things...for experimental purposes.  out of those 50 kites I put in (after waiting nearly 2 weeks for the first response to come in...these come in your "mail" when they're answered) 4 requests happened in a normal time span (I was allowed to visit the "Law Library...a small room with some law books in it and a computer that doesn't have spell check or the internet on it on which you can design legal documents, I received a law book I asked for nearly 3 weeks after the kites asking for it, etc.), 2 "No" answers for the simple things, and the other 44 were never addressed, in any way shape or form.  Later, I wrote a letter to the Sheriff (The Captain of the Jail?) and the Captain responded back stating that all 50 of my kites had been addressed.  By whom and how are still a great mystery to all, to this day.

The next step up from kites are "Grievances."  These are more likely to get results, but not if:

1.  The C.O. you have a problem with (the reason for the majority of grievances are about them, and they are the ones who enter your grievance in the computer) is still on duty and won't submit it or enter it into the computer (that said, how would you know if he ever did?)

2.  In involves something that's wrong with the jail or its staff, wrongdoing against you by the staff or involves the direct violation or deprivation of your rights, or

3.  It is entirely too difficult to address or helps you in any way.

Lastly, there are 2 steps above these, but as it has been discovered by me, these are almost the exact same thing:  Writing to the Chief Jailer (Joe Simon), whom no one has ever seen, or even knows if he exists; and writing to the Sheriff himself...and he doesn't write you back, the Captain of the C.O.'s does...so why bother?

One more thing about kiting and grievances, and I'm done, I swear.  Not long ago, I kited for a box for my papers, during the 2nd half of my 5 month stint in the PCJ (I had been out for 2 weeks and had to go back after sentencing, remember?).  Now, keep in mind, I had a box during the first 3 months of my stay - I had filed 200 plus pieces of evidence in my case, and they told me time and time again to just kite for one; and I got one.  This time around, I had quite a stack going, but when the C.O. got around to addressing it this time, he said I didn't have enough paper to warrant having a box, and that my stack would have to just keep getting bigger.  Towards the end of the same day, someone decided that it would be funny to take the majority of my stack and put it under the door of the locked "Blue Room".  I finally was told where they were, and got them back, but until that time, I of course thought they had been stolen.  Because of this, and because I had, the same day, been denied a box earlier, I asked for a grievance form to make my displeasure with this known.

Prior to your receiving a grievance form, the C.O. on duty (the one you may very well have a problem with) has been given the power to decide whether your grievance is deserved, and whether the thing or person that you have a problem with is a "Grievable offence".  According to their own rule book, it shows a grievance to be defined as "an official statement of a complaint over something believed to be wrong or unfair."  Now, I don't know about you, but that tells me that just about EVERYTHING is a grievance, to you....isn't it?  How then should the C.O. be involved?  Worse yet, the C.O. himself could be the problem...couldn't he?  So how is it right that he should be able to decide if your problem should be complained about at all?  'Nuff said.

Anyway, after filling out a grievance, I was told that boxes weren't issued to inmates...which is funny, since I was known as "Bruce, the Box" for almost 3 months.  I was denied the box.  I grievanced again, and explained that I had one before, and, when I had kited for one previously, a couple of weeks before that, I was told that I didn't have enough papers to get the box...that no one issues to inmates.  How, I asked, could I be denied something that they didn't issue?  He stated, in answer to this one, that the matter had already been decided...box denied.  Great huh?

Let's move back to Medical.

After you "see" medical, you are then, more than likely, placed on some sort of medicine, and are now the unwitting participant in "Med-Passes"; once, twice or three times a day.  This shouldn't concern anyone not receiving meds...but it does.  Evidently, someone did something wrong to a nurse, to the cart with the meds on it, or to the meds themselves, because now the entire pod is required to "bunk-up" every time the med cart arrives, unless you're receiving some...whether there are 20 people getting meds..or even just one.

The first time, the biggest one, happens at 9:-9:30 a.m, just after being sent to your bunks 2 hours earlier for the first shift change.

At 11:00 a.m., the phones go off again, because phone calls are usually 20 minutes, and lunch comes at 11:30.  So?  Let's do lunch.

Lunch consists of not a whole lot that resembles what others might call "food."  The closest meal to real food is a taco tray.  This holds true for dinner trays as well.  The average dish resembles a goulash or mish-mash of noodles, rice, veggies and or "meat".  The jail has a set menu spanning 6 weeks.  Almost all the food served you is either processed, fake, canned, or pressed, and has no obvious nutritional value whatsoever.  If you have nothing extra you've bought from the commissary to eat, you can count on being hungry again after each meal, usually within the hour.  Lunch trays have a single sugar-free drink packet on them, which only flavors an 8 oz. glass of water...tops.  Drinking straight water here isn't a viable option.

Besides your "main" and "drink", you get one veggie-style side, 2 pieces of bread and butter (only one with certain meals) and a "fruit" desert.

So much for lunch....yuchy.

After lunch, Bunks 1-10 clean again, and the phones come back on at 12 p.m.

Now is probably the best time for a shower.  Before this can happen, it's probably best that you soap up and scrub the shower floor, move off the nasty clothes of others that are hung here to dry off (for those who don't like the awful smell of laundered clothing, or if it's been forever since laundry has last been around), and chase of the 20 or so black flies that have nested around the shower area.

After being oogled at for 20 or so minutes, there's another shift change (bunk-up!) at 3:30, another med-pass between 4 and 4:30 (bunk up!), the phones go off at 5, and din-din is called at 5:30 p.m.  Care to join us?

Tonight, we're having 4 processed meatballs and fake mashed potatoes for the main; canned green beans, 2 slice of bread and butter, apples for one desert...and apple crisp (with the same apples) for the 2nd desert.  The difference between lunch and dinner?  You get one extra dessert...even if it's using the same thing as the other desert.  Interesting.

By the way, it's said that Lunches and Dinners run around $.59 cents a head.  That and the $.19 cent breakfast sure makes me feel better about the $202 dollars a day this jail gets for having me here every 24 hours; $60 of that coming out of my pocket.  I think there are hotels with real beds that'll treat me about 10 times better for less money.

Between 6;30 and 8:30 p.m., my mail arrives.  You know what that means...it's time for another detour.

My mail, before it's received, has already been opened and read.  Any 'contraband' is removed (i.e., extra blank paper, internet related printouts, suggestive pictures, pictures over 4"x 6", any pictures over your allowed 5 pictures, stick-up notes, lipstick kisses, etc.).  When you send mail out, it is not to be sealed, so it can also be read, the only exceptions being a letter to a judge or your attorney (I'm not sure how they keep track of who your attorney is, but evidently they always must know).  Legal mail (mail from the court, or mail from "an" attorney, not necessarily yours) is not read...but certified mail is signed for by the jail, and is also read, no matter what it is.

Mail must go out or come to you whenever they feel like doing it, because some mail has taken as long as a week to get to who I've sent it to; the same applies to things mailed to me.  Some mail never arrived, either way.

Back to the main road.

At 10 p.m., bunks 1-10 clean the place again, and the phone goes off 'til 8:00 a.m.  At 10:15 you are chased back to your bunks again, and at 10:30 the lights go out for good.  Talk after this, and you may get wrote up, moved to another pod, or worse.

For the remainder of the week, we'll only discuss the differences for each day.  One given, a different series of bunk numbers is told to clean each day.

Tuesday, North 8

Between 5:30 and 7:00 a.m., you can sign up to have a phone call made to your attorney...if you know who your attorney even is (this is not likely for most), what their phone number is, or if you can even get them to come and see you...at all.  More than most never hear from their "attorneys" (mostly court-appointed ones) until they go to court for the first time.  After they meet them, they generally won't see them again until their next appearance.  Tuesday is also laundry day; one of two you have every week (remember, you're only allowed to have a full set of 2 outfits...and one of those will not get changed out on laundry day, because you have to wear a set to be in the laundry line).  Here, you're required to "bunk-up" again, or a very long line might be allowed, where you stand and wait to get your clothes.  A gray shirted clothes Nazi stands close to the line to make sure you don't receive any more clothes than you're allowed to have.

Wednesday, North 8

After breakfast today, you'll start cleaning for your once-a-week inspection...or not.  I think we might be due for another detour.

Now, if your pod was actually filled with 64 polite, cleanly, respectful, as well as respectable inmates, this would easily be the most simple thing to happen during your stay.  Prior to your inspection, right after breakfast, if every one of the 64 inmates in your pod were to pick one thing to clean for 5 minutes, it would be all over, and everyone could go back to bed at 6:15 or so.  What happens instead is, 5 or six inmates who are fanatically cleanly, clean the entire pod for everyone else, while the rest of the pod sleeps; and cleaning goes on by these same five or six inmates all the way until the whistle blows at 8:00 to 8:15.  Usually, the more lazy of the inmates are the ones that cause the pod to lose their inspection, as well as whatever privileges the whole pod gets if they are "basic standards met" or the winners.

There are only two "motivations" (if you should desire to call them that) to win an inspection.  One, is that, on Saturday, you'll get a Little Debbie's Honey Bun (that's usually gone in around 3 to 4 bites) and an 8 oz. lemonade.  The other, if you're fortunate enough to have cash on your books, happens on Saturday night.  There will come, to your pod, a "Chuckwagon", where you'll be given the opportunity to purchase massively over-priced items from the commissary that aren't on their usual menu, and they will be prepared on the spot.  Wow.  A box of Mike & Ike's that you can pick up at the Dollar Tree for a dollar is $2.50.  A bag of Microwave popcorn that probably costs them around $.40 cents is $1.40 a bag.  A large Kit-Kat or Hershey's chocolate bar is $3.65, and a 6.2 once rib sandwich or a cheeseburger is a whopping $5.75...about the price of a complete value meal at any fast food restaurant...for a lone microwave sandwich.  You would think that, at that price, the condiments would be free...but if you want ketchup or mustard, it's $.10 cents a package.  In case it isn't obvious as yet, commissary is a HUGE source of inmate income for the jail.

Winners of these inspections are so obviously spread around.  If it isn't your week to win, anything will be produced to make sure you don't win it, in order to keep people thinking that they're worth cleaning to win out.  pods who still refuse to clean lose movie, TV and other privileges...so it's best to hope that you have fanatics who insist on cleanliness, or you might lose out on all your privileges.

My feelings on inspections are a lot like they are on the subject of food.  At $60 a day (that I'm charged for room and board, let alone the $142 a day they get for keeping me here from the Feds), this pod should clean itself, I should be lying on sickeningly soft mattresses with 2 pillows and chocolates on them in the morning, and should be served steak at least once a week.  Instead, 6 days and 23 hours out of the week, I'm tripping over paper towel balls (that people miss the garbage cans with when they shoot for the can); I step in puddles of missed piss in waffled flip-flop patterns, and I have to scoop massive piles of hair out of sinks before I'm able to wash my hands in them.  The only time a pod is truly clean is for around an hour, between 8-9 a.m., on Wednesdays.

Thursday, North 8

The attorney call list goes back up again, and you can now order the Des Moines Register for the upcoming week at $1.27 a day (M-Sat) and $1.74 for Sunday.  This is also commissary delivery day, and detour time again.

Now, in the last article, we discussed the ordering and the pricing of commissary from the kiosks in fairly decent detail; but in order to give you a complete picture, we need to add some key facts and describe the delivery.

Commissary is not controlled by the jail, it's a separate company.  Therefore, problems with commissary are handled....by commissary.  For those of you not yet sure what that means, if your order doesn't add up; if you don't receive your order, or if it comes a cay late or you're due a refund, the jail is conveniently not responsible, nor will it help you with any issues you might have with them or your order.

If you get your bag, and $20 worth of items don't show up, refunds are made when commissary feels like making them.  If you miss your order (if you're at court, or in a class) when they arrive, you won't get the order that day, you will have to wait until they make re-deliveries, as many as 4 days later.

Now, in my opine, if you spend money, and you don't like what you bought, refunds are available to you almost immediately, upon presenting your receipt and your problem with what you bought.  Why should you have to wait, because you're in prison?  If anything, you should get it even faster, I would think, that way you could immediately spend it on something else that makes the jail more money than anyone else, like $3 local phone calls....sheesh.

One of the favorite things I hear from staff...kind of a last word type of thing, when they can't think of anything else intelligent to say; when we inmates complain about anything that happens at the jail; ...is "bail out and go home..."...or, another favorite, "don't get arrested".  Really?  How grown up is that?  A.  Like we beg to get arrested.  How about you stop making up all these ridiculous statutes and ways to get arrested, and maybe we won't have to be treated like children.  B.  Some of us....AREN'T GUILTY, or SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ARRESTED AT ALL.  What about those people?  Did they have a choice?  C.  As for bailing out, when I was first arrested, my bail was $70,000, supposedly for (allegedly) making some phone calls to someone and threatening them, from 85 miles away...in a different county, with no car to make good on them.  I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.  If you happen to have $7,000 dollars lying around the house I could borrow (that you will never get back, by the way), in addition to a house that you would have to put up as collateral as a guarantee that I'll show up for court to get sentenced for my crimes, I'll be most happy to "Bond out and go home."  I didn't think you did.  Then SHUT UP ALREADY.

Sorry....lost my mind for a moment.  I'm back, honest.

Laundry shows up again.  You get no more clean clothes until Monday this time.

Friday, North 8

Friday's differences are only that re-deliveries are done by commissary, and that there's a movie on at 8...for those that passed inspection.  Those that didn't won't even have TV that night.

Saturday, North 8

Movie is at 8 p.m. again today...Extra commissary snack packs could be coming today, or on Friday, depending on how busy commissary is.  Those "lucky" winners of the inspection will be getting their honeybuns and lemonade today, and the "Chuckwagon" shows at around movie time.

Sunday, North 8

Nothing happens today.  Nada.  Zero.  Zip.  Today is spent wishing Monday would hurry up and get here, so something will finally happen again.

And this, dear readers, is your life in the Polk County Jail...day in, day out, weeks and months (and even years, for fed inmates) even.  Same ol' Song and Dance.  The only thing that changes are the faces...and even then, this is never a given.  One man leaves, another man enters.

Join us again next month.  You know why....so....let's DO IT!  :D

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JULY 4TH UPDATE

Well I'm free...and I'm not going for probation.  Sorry kiddies, I am not doing this...but I am getting a nice one month break from jail.  On the 18th of August I will, once again, go before Judge Blink, and be sentenced to what could be an additional 8 more months in the Polk County "Polkie."  Gee, I can't wait.  The good news is this...once this is over, it's ALL over, and I can move out of this state and fight my fight unfettered...and without worry of retribution by Polk County.  They will NEVER AGAIN know where I am, nor will they ever again find me...but exposure of their crimes, as promised, will continue until...well, you know what :D

The Polk County "Polkie", Part II (A)- June 2016

Remember, this is when it was brand new, and empty.

Well kids, it's June 2nd, the day after I had a surprise un-scheduled hearing at the Polk County Courthouse that I was not expecting. We'll get to the results of that hearing in the 2nd section of this "Part II (A) article; just after a line of asterisks below. Therefore, should the primary substance of this article fail to interest you, skip on down, and make a note of the following news headline.

"Iowa, and More importantly, Des Moines, Iowa", a 2nd blog of mine that I started a little over a year ago, then was left by the side of the road to die, is about to rise from the ashes once again and will now happen for two very obvious reasons:

1. This is AMERICA'S Deadly Sins...not Christopher Bruce's or Des Moines, Iowa Deadly Sins. It's time that this blog be hereby limited to dealing with the more prominent issues, as it first began, to those whole 2 years ago now (wow... who knew, eh?). This blog will, henceforth, after my release, deal ONLY with America's issues...not mine, or Iowa's....and will not involve my personal life in any way.

2. If you were to Google Des Moines, Polk County or Iowa, the sheer volume of tags associated with those searches contained in the tags in ADS (America's Deadly Sins) would bring up ADS numerous times. Here's the problem with that, though, no logical or person, upon the aforementioned places. A blog named with Des Moines and Iowa in the TITLE however.. that would be another bullet in the chamber, eh?

Therefore, "IAMIDMI" will be revived using life-saving technology, and will massively prompted to the world as the #1 source of all the REAL news that is news there, not just the souped up lies CityView Newspaper and the Des Moines Register tell you.

That blog can be found here:

http://desmoinesandiowathevenusflytrap.blogspot.com

Now, before you ask, all of America's Deadly Sins's content will remain right where it is now.  ADS's content, where relevant, will be moved (via direct copy) to blog the 2nd as well, in a straight timeline, just like it is here.  Also noteworthy, all of my new documents, until readership abounds on blog the 2nd will be double-posted and double-shared on all social medias everywhere, until blog the 2nd stands on its own, and its hit counter parallels ADS's.  Then once I'm satisfied that it's working on its own, I will cease posting Iowa relevant news on ADS...unless it's relevant to the bigger picture.  National exposure of Child Protective services will always be a priority and a primary theme on ADS, that will never change.  But what happens to me personally, Iowa, and Des Moines will only be posted on "IAMIDMI" from this point on.

Author's addendum:  "IAMIDMI" already has a slew of good articles that were posted there already, exclusively, for those friends and such from Iowa that are at all interested...and no, Mark, you can't comment there either.  Too bad, sooooooo sad.

So whaddya say we move on to the more meaty portion of this article, hmm??  Again, for those of you already yawning, you know where to go (down...remember?).  For those of you who are daring to carry on, be warned:  The main purpose of this article is to bore the pants off of those parts of the country, not Iowan in nature, with the intricate mechanics of how Polk County, Iowa treats its prisoners and those released.  There, I said it.  Warning over.  Carry on.

Let's begin by mentioning that, according to the Captain in charge of this jail (obviously, the SHERIFF, Bill McCarthy, who is SUPPOSED to be in charge really isn't...in charge of this jail - if he were, he'd be answering his mail, addressed to him, personally, wouldn't he?) states, in a letter he addressed right back to me in reply, that Polk County Jail passes inspections without fail, and is, I'm not kidding you...an "award-winning jail.  What do you say we have some fun with this afore we carry on, OK?

Here's that article about how "award-winning" our very own jail is:

https://www.polkcountyiowa.gov/sheriff/news-press-releases/polk-county-jail-excelled-in-four-critical-inspections/

First and foremost, how can any jail...anyplace...be "award-winning?"  That's just about all I have to say about that.

2nd, I'm sure "award-winning" jails aren't a whole lot different, really, than "award-winning" anything elses.  For instance, just like "award-winning" restaurants, I'm sure that the management team of whatever restaurant we're talking about here is always fully aware of the possible or probable coming of an "inspection" or of a critics visit...and are, of course, well-prepared on the date of the arrival of the same, to where, inevitably, they pass with flying colors just about on every occasion.  I'd hate to see the majority of these restaurants (and have, trust me), the rest of those non-inspection-type times.  Not only that, management, usually, or in particular, the owners of said restaurants, not only don't have a clue about these inspections, nor are they usually involved in passing them or getting good reviews in any way, shape or form.  I pretty much bet that nary an owner either rolled up their sleeves to help out with the cleaning, nor did a one of them participate in making any of the food that the critics gave rave reviews on.  No, without the hard work of the worker ants in these places, those with the most to lose (employees, management teams and the like), most of these places would be closed down so fast, it'd make their pots and pans spin.

Finally, before we close the door forever on this "award-winning" crapola, let's take a break for a moment of fairness.  I'm sure, that compared to the old Polk County Jail, where they piled the prisoners 10-high and packed 'em in like corralled cattle, then tossed 'em around to other state prisons in Iowa and Missouri (at the tax-payer's expense, naturally), as well as compared to other bigger and more nasty jails in larger cities, the new Polk County Jail is perfecto, and worthy of everything short of Bill being knighted by the Queen.  I'm certain, as well, that to the staff and owners of this obvious business, as well as to the board members, stock holders and award givers, it also appears quite worthy of this honor.  To those spending time in it, however, quite a different tune is sung.  That being said, let's strap in, cuff up, and stomp on down and let's see what's REALLY going on here, shall we?

To those of you that are new to this blog, or that have only been around for a couple of months, I have written another article about this jail, that can be found HERE:

http://themightyswordamericasdeadlysins.blogspot.com/2016/02/bravingthe-banjo-part-viii-new-and.html

This article is more general, and serves as a great preamble to this one.  Here is where we expound on the generalities, tear the place into itty bitty shreds, and show you every little thing that I'm certain those inspection teams missed; as they were tallying up their little score cards during their inspections.

SooooooooLET'S GET READY TO FUMMMMBLLLLEEEE!

Now, I'm sure that you are all of the mind that jail, in and of itself, is meant to be a deterrent, so that, once experienced, you would have no desire to return to it anytime soon.  OK, Consider that understood.  I'm also betting that you are of the mind that jails and prisons weren't built with the concept that, once inside one, the primary goal ISN'T to make sure that you feel comfortable, safe, or happy, pretty much for the previously states reasons...Granted.

I myself would have to say, then, if the above statements and their intentions were truly well-meaning and proven to be "reasonable" beyond the shadow of a doubt, then jails, and their prison cousins should then put newcomers in ridiculously unbearable situations and surroundings for a minimum of, at the most, maybe 24 hours...3 days, tops.

Well, it would seem that someone in Polk County has already thought of these things; and whoever it was, obviously had the Marquis de Sade, the Sadist's Sadist, in their family tree.  Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, I hereby present:

The INTAKE

Getting arrested in Iowa and getting carried off to the Polk County Jail is hardly difficult.  Surviving the ordeal that follows, however, requires true patience and stamina, the likes I have seen only in the toughest of humans...and even then, I worry.  The probability of snapping is ripe at all times; and doubly, if not more, in the initial 24 hours.  Segregation, if done at all in the beginning, is limited to the scope of absolute extremes.  Unless a person is disruptive, destructive, disturbed or downright drunk upon arrest or soon thereafter, the person you could be stuck 5" away from could just be that serial rapist, murderer, child molester, or terrorist you've seen plastered all over the news, lo these past many months; and you'd never know it until after your neck was broken, because you chose not to uphold your promise to give whoever it was the cookie from your dinner tray.

I suppose we ought to draw a nice straight line from your house to the jail first.

So, day one, and you''re sitting on your front porch, smokin' a big fat J.  Your neighbor George comes out on his front porch, and catches you having wayyyyy too much fun, smokin' a big fat ol' J on your front porch, makes a note of it, then calls in to his local legislator's office, and tells them that there really should be some kinda law prohibiting people from having way too much fun smokin' big fat ol' J's on their front porches.

Day two, Mr. Legislator, who's also supposed to be looking out for YOUR best interests as well as George's, without fanfare, passes a statute that states you should be arrested, should you engage in the much repeated behavior a couple of paragraphs ago.

Day 3, and you return to your coveted spot on the front porch, and Mr. Authoritay rolls up on you and escorts you to his waiting luxury police limo after hauling you off your front porch, big fat ol' J in tow, and in furry cuffs....well, sans the fur.
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After being rudely taken to the Polk County Jail, you are escorted inside, and immediately placed against a waiting mat, told to take off your shoes and socks, the cuffs are removed, and you are told to put on a used pair of gray socks and a used pair of orange flip-flops.

You are then placed in a cell with a pay phone in it, and told to wait patiently.  The room is approximately 8'x10' wide, has a large window and windowed door in front, and is all cement, and has a 3' high cement slab seat that winds around the non-windowed portion.  The phone makes collect phone calls at $14.00 a pop.  You could be in this room for 5 minutes or five hours.  The phone is said to make debit card calls too, but I have yet to see anyone pull this off (added to the fact that you do not have a debit card on you), nor does anyone seem to know how much these calls actually cost from this phone.

After the 5 minute "booking" where you just provide your name, birth date and a few more details, you are then shuffled into the intake area, into a small room that looks suspiciously like the last room you waited in, with some rather key differences.  This room is affectionately known by inmates and Correctional Officers (heretofore known as C.O.'s) as the "Fishbowl."  The obvious differences are:

1.  You can see in the windowed portion, but you can barely see out of it...hence the fishbowl moniker.

2.  You get a blanket now (wait, there's an effective counter to this seeming benefit up and coming)

3.  There is no phone, nor any books, no pens or pencils, no paper, no hot water...no anything.

4.  Instead of 1-5 of you, there is now 8-12 of you in the same cramped space.

5.  You are now completely devoid of your street clothes, and are now in full standard issue used undies (consisting of brown boxers, and a brown T-shirt), green and white striped outers, and your previously issued orange and gray socks and shoes.

6.  Chances are, if you sleep at all, you will be sleeping sitting up.

7.  You could be in this room anywhere from 12-36 hours.

Now, granted, you or the people with you may bond out of this heavenly little cell (provided your short time with a payphone nets you an answer to your friends, relatives or a local bondsman that thinks you might bring in his next payday), but as soon as someone leaves, someone with less luck bonding out takes their place.  Since there is next to nothing to do except pee or poop in the lone toilet in this cell, sleep, breath, talk or eat; the rest of your time is spent watching people go in and out, or bothering the C.O.'s to get what you want.  Of course, the more you ask for something, the more you're duly ignored, unless you get a helpful C.O., about a one in ten chance.

After what could be a day and a half, you are then shuffled into your next temporary home, a "pod".  For those of you that are not familiar with what a pod is, we'll cover this a little down the road.  Basically, for all intents and purposes, a "pod" is a pre-fabbed jail housing unit that is identical to other units in the same jail or other jails.  Some pods are made a little differently to house more specialized people.  It's a standard, if you will, in a more modern jail setting.

The first pod that you go to is called Barney Land 1.  This "pod" is a classification pod...whatever that means.  The name stems from the time when this pod's TV set only sported the public access channel, including the 'Barney Show, of course.  Nowadays, however, the only thing that plays on the TV set in Barney Land 1 is the Jail's rules, in both English and Spanish.  There is nothing else to do in this pod but talk.  If you've been to the jail before, you'd known other things that are available here, but most inmates are learning this stuff for the first time.  You are, of course, expected to figure out these things for yourself.  You aren't able to order any commissary (not even hygiene products), and you are stuck here for 2 days.

After this, you are taken to Barney Land 2, which is right next door to where you were in Barney Land 1, another classification pod, where you also stay for yet another 2 days.  The difference?  you now can watch up to 4 local stations on the tube, and you can finally order only hygiene products on the computer kiosks...not that you'll get them for at least a week, but you can sure order them anyway.  We'll get to that soon, I promise.

The list of items you are given without a price tag goes like this (item, where you can receive the item, and times when you can receive them where):

A single bar of motel-sized soap
The fishbowl and right before BL 1
Before you go to BL 1

Toothbrush, 2 1/2 inches long
The Fishbowl, right before BL 1, and the pods
6;30-7;30 a.m.

Toothpaste
The Fishbowl, right before BL 1, and the pods
6:30-7:30 a.m.

Razor, Single-blade non-bic
Pods Only
5:30-6:00 a.m.

Pencils, Miniature-Golf Sized, 2 sharpen Max
Pods only
Anytime

Paper, single sheet, lined, 5 1/2"x8 1/2", with "Polk County (Jail)" and the address emblazened across the top (for those of you that weren't able to read the required 6 line address from the envelope).
Pods Only
Anytime

Spork, orange plastic
Pods Only
Upon request

8 oz. Tan plastic glass
Pods only
Upon request

Paper towels (napkins, cleaning)
Pods Only
Anytime

Toilet Paper
Everyplace
Anytime

The remainder of your complementary free items include;

One blue 6" thick foam mattress (that usually settles to 1-2" of thickness after it's been in use for about a month, depending on how big you are) with a 10" thick "pillow, built-in (same physics apply).

1/2 all steel bunk bed to place said foam mattress on

2 sick-green sheets (who is it that thinks of these marvelous color schemes I wonder?) that are much too short for said foam mattress

1 dark brown towel and 1 dark brown washcloth

2 dark brown T-shirts and 2 dark brown boxer briefs.

2 pairs gray tube socks

1 pair orange flip-flops

2 green and white striped outers for all occasions - fine dining, casual, court appearances (sans a jury), bedtime, and just plain ol' "lying around the pod".  Another set of colors, orange and white, appears after "Barney two", for those more....disturbed patrons of the jail.

All clothing, towels and sheets issued to you?  Used, more than likely by 1000 inmates before you.

After you get done moping around Barney 2 for two more days, you are then placed in your "forever" pod, your new permanent home, for however long.  These sport some major differences over the barneys.  I suppose now might be a good time to give you a description of this "pod", eh?

As you enter your pod head-on, the first thing you see on your right (or left, depending on which direction your pod faces), is an outdated printed set of the rules of the jail, evidently placed here for those folks not bight enough to navigate the computer kiosks, where a more detailed and most definitely more updated set of the rules is located.  Of course, the way I see it is, if you can't navigate the kiosks (that you use almost daily, for other reasons), then I would assume that you are also too uneducated to read the rules, too...so why bother?  Oh, and as long as we have nicked the issue, let's go on to it, shall we?

The kiosks, as you may have already guessed, are the very next thing you'll see.  These are in every pod.

As I said before, no orders are allowed in the "Barney" pods (hygiene items can finally be ordered in Barney land 2, but these won't be delivered to you until you reach your last pod, on whatever day your commissary is re-delivered).  If you are finally in your home pod, you can now order whatever you want; and yet, just like everything else in Polk County, nothing is ever that simple.

1.  Pod deliveries are once a week; orders for any pod are to be completed no later than 7 a.m. on Friday morning.  This is a major inconvenience for those pods who receive their orders every Thursday, in particular, for those that are just arriving.  These folks will wait a total of almost 3 full weeks for their first order to be delivered, if you include their time spent in the "fishbowls" and the "Barneys".  For you hygiene fanatics, that's 3 whole weeks without real soap or shampoo, a comb or a brush, tampons, lotion, deodorant or a contact lens holder.  For you letter writers, or those of you that choose to represent yourselves in your cases, that's 3 whole weeks with no eraser or envelopes.

2.  Prices to buy things on commissary are, for lack of a better term, OUTRAGEOUS.  A Cup O' Soup that you can still find in most grocery stores for 30 cents is $1.27.  Suave shampoo, the size you can still get at Walgreens for $.99?  $5.00.  Hard candy that you can still pick up most places for $.59 a bag, or 2 for a $1?  $1.44 each bag.  An off-brand deck of cards, that with normal use is likely to fall apart on you in a week or possibly less?  $2.08.  A contact lens holder for soft lenses is $7.97 (hard contacts will be taken from you, because they could be used to cut people (???)).  An UNO deck is $18.  Probably the largest and most atrocious gouge of them all, however, is an all digital AM/FM radio that only gets reception in around half of the pod, that you are more than likely still able to pick up at Wal-Mart or the Dollar Store for $10 or less?  $45.99.  To add insult to that injury, the two AAA batteries that power this radio, that are guaranteed to die on you before the week is out, that you can get at the Dollar Tree for $1?  $2.82 for 2.

Along the left side of the pod (if the kiosks are along the right) is a line of 8-4 man cells on a lower and upper level.  In these cells (that measure all of 13'x7') are 2 sets of bunk-beds.  Disability is about the only guarantee that you'll get a bottom bunk; not even old age is an excuse, so you won't have to hike up the one-step ladder that even 20-year-olds have a problem climbing.  At the end of your bunk or in a bag on the floor (that also has to hold your commissary items AND your dirty laundry) are the only two options for somewhere to place what little things you have, or are allowed.  pictures (you're allowed to have 5 total that can be no bigger than 4"x6") can be "hung" on the wall by your bed (yet no scotch tape is allowed.  You'll have to peel stickers off of bottles of your own shampoo or lotion, or save the caps off of milk containers for the AE stickers off the top of the caps, or used toothpaste to stick them up).  All of your things and your pictures must be taken down and packed into your laundry bag once a week on Wednesday (inspection day) for 15 minutes, then you have to unpack them and put it all back after that.

Towards the front door of the pod, on each level, are 4 shaving-style sinks, and 4 toilets.  Two toilets are on the side of the sinks (with mirrors located well above the sinks for better penis inspection while you're shaving and they're peeing) are for #1 business (standing), and two, on the other side of a full wall are for #2 (sitting) business.  Also on the upper level is a large metal sink.  This sink, for the lower level, is placed over by the shower area, and where it should be on the lower level is a small enclosed one-man cell called 'The Blue Room", to be used at the C.O.'s discretion, for those more troublesome inmates to be housed, if they're being unruly.

There are NO privacy walls in front of or between toilets (save a 3' high wall between both sets of the #1 and #2 toilets themselves); so tinkles of #1 business and the smells of all #2 business is shared with the entire pod, without mercy.  Another fun thing about the #1 toities:  Imagine that cleaning the toilets at home (the toilets in the Jail have no lids by the way...for either #1 or #2 business) was left up to your husband.  Now imagine what those toilets would look like after a month's time.  That's what the #1 business toilets look like every single day at the Polk County Jail.  Award Winning Jail my butt.

Along the opposite wall (where the kiosks are), around half-way up the pod is a 20'x20' TV room, in a depressed area behind the main hall (which measures 24'x94').  Here, you have a 22" TV on the wall that gets 19 approved channels.  There's another one that is placed high above the door to the exercise room, located on the end of the main hall (we're coming to this soon), that you cannot hear unless you're able to afford that $46 AM/FM radio we discussed earlier; or if you're lucky enough to have the sub-titles on.  The chances of you getting to watch something you enjoy watching is around 1 in 10 if you have a radio, and about 1 in 20 if you don't.  There are only 15 or so chairs in the TV room of any one pod, so if something is on that everyone wants to watch (like the Friday or the Saturday night movie), you might end up watching it on the floor...or be out of luck altogether.

Located in front of the all-windowed wall of the TV room is the C.O.'s desk, cramped as close as is possible in front of the T.V. room as possible, for maximum cell viewing.  The C.O. faces the cells, with a computer screen in front of him (which seems to be always on Facebook).  To his right, screwed tightly onto one upper ledge of the desk, is a single cheap, hand-crank-style pencil sharpener, often in poor to as much as completely non-working condition.  The C.O. is only allowed to issue out these items:

Contraband Items

One fingernail clipper, un-sanitized/un-sterilized.  Can be issued at anytime upon request, but if not returned immediately, a search will immediately ensue.  This is because these clippers are also used to give other inmates hair/beard cuts, because not everyone is wealthy enough to afford $14 hair cuts.  HEALTH RISK ALERT:  Hepatitis.

Black Rubber stretch gloves.  The C.O. uses these gloves to handle food trays, used razors, and to (diligently, and sometimes criminally) search inmates when they are coming into and going out of the pods.  These are only given to inmates once a week on inspection day for cleaning; and only with the close supervision of the C.O., as to whom is in possession of them.  He will keep track of who has them until they are disposed of in his personal garbage.  These are considered contraband because of the string in the bottom of the gloves, and because the rubber portion of them is used to make handballs (God forbid any inmate should have any fun, or get any exercise).  Once, I was almost placed in solitary (the SHU, Special Housing Unit) because I asked for a pair of these gloves with which to clean our pod toilets...no kidding.  Another thing, even if you're leaving the jail?  They still search you, still cuff and chain you up...like you're going to take something of theirs out of the jail, or like you're going to do something to them at the moment you're being let out.  Unbelievable.

Cloth cleaning towels

Razors (only allowed you between 5:30-6:00 a.m.)

The non-contraband items the C.O. can issue to you are toilet paper rolls, paper towels, a toothbrush or toothpaste (and only between 6:30-7:30 a.m.), pencils, and jail paper.

Further on down the way is the 19'x10' shower area, indented into the wall, like the TV room is.  This area, like the toilets, isn't walled off over 5' high, and visibility of the men in it taking showers is around 80 percent or better...depending on the price of your rail position ticket.  A camera is placed right above it along the wall next to the shower, so the C.O.'s can also check you out (and supposedly watch to make sure you aren't being sexually molested in  the shower...like anyone could pull this off in such a small space, and with the walls being as low as they are.

Speaking of cameras, there are three, all-told, per pod.  One was just mentioned, one is in the exercise room, and one is by the very front of the pod, by the door.

By the way, if something of the jails' were to come up missing, or if something of theirs disappears that they don't want you to have (whether it's worth 25 cents or 25 dollars doesn't really matter) the staff on duty will turn the place upside down and run both the security videos back to find out who has it, and punish them (I saw them do this twice, once for a tray of their crummy food, and once for a bottle of hand sanitizer).  However, should someone steal your $100 commissary bag, the C.O.'s on duty will shrug their shoulders and state that it's your responsibility to watch your own things, even when you're asleep or not in the pod.  'Magine that.

Finally, at the far end of the pod, there is the Exercise Room, which measures close to 25'x28'...and is completely empty.  There are two windows (that are too high to see out of) where, on a sunny day, you MIGHT be able to enjoy an entire hour of fractured sunlight a day.  There is a single window of two that can be opened for fresh air...but only if you beg enough, and only if it's not too hot or cold.  You are never allowed outside for any reason at the Polk County Jail, even if you're in there for over a year.

The entire size of the pod's common area?  25'x94' (sans the TV room, the exercise room and the shower area).  The entire size of the pod, where you're crammed in with up to 64 cantankerous volatile powder-keg-type inmates, and 1 more than likely irritable trigger happy C.O.?  A whopping 58'x94'.

 As promised earlier, the differences between the Barney pods and your forever pod:

1.  Barney pods usually don't have more than 40 inmates in them at any given time.  Home pods generally have 55-64 inmates in them at ALL times.

2.  All commissary can now be ordered and delivered to you.

3.  The appearance of inmates wearing orange and white stripes.

4.  15 more cable stations to watch on TV

5.  You can now safely unpack all ten of your belongings and keep them out, unless:

a.  You get in an argument or a fight with someone and are either placed in the "hole" (The SHU); after which you have to endure the Barney Land pods again to get back to a real home,

b.  Someone doesn't like you (or you don't like them) and they (or you) "kite" you out to another pod (we'll discuss kites in part B of this series).

We'll stop here for now, OK?  When we return in July, we'll discuss a day in the life of our PCJ inmates.

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Well?  In case you hadn't already heard (or figured it out on your own), July 4th, Independence Day, is also MY independence day.  That means, of course, that I'm going to TRY their probation.  Of course, you and I both know it won't last, but I'm willing to give it the ol' college try.  If nothing else, I'll get a nice little vacation in before they "violate" me, more than likely.

The Polk County "Polkie", Part 1 May 2016

Well, it sue didn't take Jeanne and Mark long, did it? Not two days after sentencing, and Facebook was already a -Twitter with news that I was given a year in jail, followed by two years of intense probation where, if I do anything at all on the Internet, it's back to jail I'll go for another year. Wow, and not even did my wife know what had happened to me yet. Gee, I wonder how that got around, hmm? We'll come back to this, soon enough.

Let's begin by stating, that, our of all of the Polk County Judge's I've come before, Judge Blink now rates the highest in every category I use to consider a Judge "Judge-Worthy": Honesty, Fairness, Thoughtfulness, Lawfulness, and the innate ability to make an unbiased legal determination based on ALL the facts from both sides; not just the lies the Prosecution tells him.

The updated list of Polk County's Judges now, #1 being the best, and #6 being the most corrupt, greedy, unlawful and evil?

1. Judge Blink- Puts up with ZERO B.S.

2. Judge Birkenholz- Sees though the B.S.

3. Judge Kelly- Still to be determined

4. Judge Hurn- Associates with evil Evil

5. Judge Egly- Already Evil

6. Judge Price- The Poster Child for Evil

Make a note of it.

Next, after a obvious hint from Judge Blink that my wife should no longer be involved in typing up my articles, or she may get charged with aiding and abetting my alleged "Harassment"? Someone new, unbeknownst to my wife even, who doesn't live in Iowa, has already been chosen to take her place. That being said, a warning goes out to John P. Sarcone's offices, and Mark W., Anyone... and I do mean ANYONE caught laying a fingernail... nay, a fingernail SHAVING even on Elizabeth, or even rattles a handcuff in her general direction, will never again know real or true peace or happiness in whatever time remains of their existence; in this life or the next, on this planet... period.

Moving right along, I hear by declare THIS article to be the end of any mention of the names Mark Worthington, Jeanne Munson, and Linda Lane (heretofore referred to as "Distractions'). I say THIS article, because a. I have to set the record straight about what REALLY happened in court; b. I have not, as yet, received any new promised No Contact Orders (including now Linda Lane and Mark Worthington) to this date; and c. This is simply a relation of facts, not harassment. I must also, later, make a prediction concerning these entities, so all of those things will unfortunately require me to mention my more recent demons again, by name, several times in this, and only this article.

By the way, let also be known that an unknown force (or quite possibly, forces) will be filing a Habeas Corpus in federal district court for me... and could, quite possibly, have me released within the month.

You may wanna make a note of it.

So, let's get on with really happened in court, the day of sentencing, shall we? It's fairly simple, really; the "distractions", who had, up to this point, lied so much the whole court room had been tripping over their noses, lied all the way until the last gavel fell. Halfway though the hearing, Jeanne was caught recording the hearing, and was chastised quite thoroughly for it by Judge Blink. Linda Lane attempted to get the Judge to order me to take things down about Jeanne, Jeanne tried to say that people had been calling her work about the whole thing (an outright lie) , and what do you know... when it was all over, something happened that even surprised me: Judge Blink became the reasonable and fair Judge in Polk County... he empathized with me, and know, deep down in his soul, that what was going on B.S., or as much as he could after throwing out 200 of my 215 pieces of evidence, and letting 29 of my 40 witnesses (all elected officials) weasel out of testifying.

The final sentence... the REAL sentence? 102 days, with 52 days credit (60 days) and the rest of one year, suspended. Good news for a guy who was staring 9 years in the face, eh? Unfortunately, NOTHING is ever this simple in Polk County, Iowa.

Again, make a note of it.

For one, I was arrested on January 20th, 2016, and released two days later on the 22nd (2 days). Then, I was arrested again on the 25th of January, and served until April 15th (82 days). On March 3rd, I was sentenced to 30 days for each of the harassment 3rd's I was first arrested for, which leaves me with 24 days served. Add 60 days to the date I was sentenced, May 4th, my total days sentenced SHOULD HAVE BEEN 84, and my release date SHOULD BE July 3rd. It isn't. It's August 31st, nearly 2 months later. What's going on there?

Also, after my release, I have to serve two months on Iowa Probation with the D.O.C., which in Iowa, is the gift that "keeps on giving"... more jail time. Of course, this probation will be, more than likely, heavily provisioned, in that I will probably not be allowed to put what I want on my blog, or be on Facebook, or other ridiculous things. They can kiss mah grits on that shit. No, my friends, I'm afraid that it's likely that, depending on my "conditions", that I may not be getting out after 60 days, just so that Polk County, pretty much anytime that they want to, can just rubber band me back into jail, anytime they don't particularly care for the heat of the fire to their feet. Therefore, I believe that I will be spending what could be until April of 2017 in this jail, or in prison, so that I can be completely free to re-wage the war you all know me to be a General in, without Polk County Iowa's "freedom" probation.

There were, in the hearing, 3 things that Judge Blink said that were 100% true and correct.

1. That Elizabeth loves me very much, and vice-versa.

2. That prison time is something I should not have to do, considering the crime; and

3. That I am quite intelligent, and could be channelling my efforts in a more positive manner.

...and one more, that the Jeanne and Mark Worthington fiasco is nothing more than distraction. Right again...but here's the problem. Judge Blink believes that these "distractions" can just be ignored or walked away from; when in fact, it's because of the criminals involved, i.e. DHS, the County Attorney's office and the Attorney General's office, that these "distractions" exist at all. The "distractions" won't ever stop, because it is their job to be, cause, and plop themselves in my path AS a "distraction". I could have proved that and more, had Judge Blink allowed my witnesses and my evidence to stand on their own.

I guess my point is, that their job is to distract me from positively channelling my energies and affecting real change; so thinking that ignoring Jeanne and Mark is going to stop them from trying to distract me in my mission is, well, futile. They haven't stopped, even now (i.e., the news about what happened in court, etc.) and more than likely, won't stop anytime soon either.

So now, once and for all, more than likely to the beat of Judge Blink's shaking  head (as he is, at this very moment, reading his very own copy of this article); I will now tell him, in a nutshell, who I am, what I am, why I am, etc., as well as identify who the "distractions" really are, and why they won't ever truly "Go Away".

So without further ado? Make a note a this:

There is no rule, no statute, no ordinance or code in place that will protect the criminal element involved in the legal kidnapping of my daughter, or any jail or prison built that will ever stop me from exposing them for what they've done to me and my family over the course of 2 years now. The members of that criminal element are: John P. Sarcone and the entirety of the Polk County, Iowa attorney's offices, Tom Miller and the entirety of the Iowa State Attorney General's offices, Charles Palmer and all employees , "agents" (distractions") and affiliates of the Department of "Human" services and Children and Families of Iowa; and Judges Price, Egly, and Hurn, as well as the appellate justices of the Iowa Supreme Court.

To Judge Blink, the criminals listed above and to those criminals operating in a similar capacity in other states in the U.S., those guilty of the crime of Child Trafficking and more, I say this:

Those of the Department of Human Services, the Polk County Attorney's offices, those of the Iowa Attorney General's offices and Judge William A. Price, Paul White, GAL, Dale Mays, Attorney at law and the doctors and nurses of Methodist Hospital in Des Moines, Iowa, unlawfully and illegally stole our daughter from us, for no proven or viable rhyme or reason, at 9 days of age, on July 21st, 2014.

Our rights to parent our daughter were terminated by those same criminals on February 25th, 2015; at the same time that we were cowering in our new home some 85 miles away, where we had, by that time, moved away to, in order to avoid further criminal actions by these folks ( which, didn't work, of course) against us. DHS and the Des Moines Police Department conspired together to, 5 days before the termination hearing, filed false charges of harassment on me, stating that I had threatened the lives of two social workers. They listed me as the #1 wanted criminal in the Des Moines area, immediately, ahead of felons, and blasted my name all over the Des Moines Most Wanted website and more for 4 weeks solid, because everyone that had known me for over 40 years didn't believe any of it for a moment, and didn't turn me in. Then, because they couldn't locate me with their technology, they involved the Secret Service to do so, stating that I was wanted for threatening President Obama. This was also a lie.

The primary charge of 1st degree harassment was subsequently dropped a month and a half later, not only because they had no proof of this charge, but because they had succeeded in us missing this hearing.

Because we missed this hearing, it gave the criminals, not only a right and a legal way,( per Iowa law,)you have no legal to deny us standing in our eventual appeal; and after that year in appeal, gave them the loophole they needed to wiggle out of the issues leading up to the termination, by ordering the parents if they wanted those issues addressed, to pay $800 for their (more than likely falsified transcripts, even though it had been ruled numerous times that they were indigent, by the biggest crook of them all, Judge William A. Price. All of the afore- mentioned criminals are now on the verge of getting away with all of their crimes against my family scott-free, because of our inability to pay for these transcripts.

To Judge Blink, I thank you sir, for seeing this for what it really was... mostly. If you hadn't dismissed the majority of my evidence and my witnesses, you more than likely would have done what you should have: you would let me go free. You see there will always be "distractions", and it is because they will always be there, I will continue to be here. Until they are discovered to be who they intend to be then are tried and jailed, I will instead be charged, tried and jailed.

Nearly two months after the appeals was filed, a child protective assessment appeal was held, and the Judge cleared us of all the allegations against us, and ruled that we should be removed from the Child Abuse Registry, and have our records expunged. The criminals of the Attorney's General's office then appealed that decision up to the director of DHS, who also ruled in our favor.

Now you might believe that after being exonerated of all wrong- doing, our daughter would be instantly returned to our care, Instead, these criminals continue to harass US, have jailed me fraudulently several times, and daily find more ways to hide their crimes and keep me quiet. Meanwhile, it is certain to us that we will never see our beautiful daughter again.

Please, do us a favor, and make a note of it.

Two more things, before I close the book on one of the many excruciatingly pain- filled chapters of this horrific story.

Understand sir, that if all efforts to free me fail, that I will do the full year's sentence you tried to avoid giving me; not only because I would not play well on probation, but I have been duly deprived of all legal recourse, and my indigent status (coupled with the fact that, now that I have this recent newly-provided record, finding a job at my age will be nearly impossible) ensures that further action will be beyond my means to fight. Therefore when my time is done, the war as it is now left me as all I can do with my life, will continue on, full force, with three distinct variances:

1. That I will do my very best to ignore the "distractions" and not break the "Laws" of Iowa. Know this, however, that the "distractions" will not be so willing to do the same.

2. That upon my release, a completely free man. I will move a minimum of two states away to avoid further retaliation by those of the Polk  County Attorney's offices; and

3. I myself will be moving around to avoid being a stationary target for local law enforcement, the FBI, and the secret service to find, since the County Attorney has put these agencies on me to distract me and put me away on several occasions.

Do make a note of it sir.

I thank you again for your fairness, and your empathy, but aside from your intent to keep me out of prison, I will more than likely go regardless, until my release in 4/17.

Even if my daughter were, miraculously, released to our care, my cause to expose Iowa's more hidden evil will be long, hard, and will be fraught with obstructions and "distractions". Were evil were so easy to overcome, my fight would have ended as easily as it began, and our paths would have never crossed at all. Now, I would hope you have made a note of that.

Finally, I give you the inevitable conclusion for may; a prediction:

I guarantee that none of us in this fight have seen the last of my recent "distractions", nor have I even begun to experience the worst of the continuing criminal efforts of John P. Sarcones's offices.

Do make a note of all that, as well.

Be strong, my friends. We knew this fight anything but easy; and would not go without casualties. I will return to the battle soon, I swear.  Maybe sooner... than then some might expect.
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For God's sake, as well as your own, make a note of it all.

Til next month, over and out :D

The Termination/Cross-Appeal, Part IV - The Court Documents

As you know, I'm about to lose my appeal...and my daughter, Trilynn, forever, in probably just a few short days.  Of course, all the criminals will, at least on the state level, get away with their heinous crimes, and it will all get shoved neatly under a pretty shroud of "confidentiality", so that Iowans everywhere can continue to be blissfully ignorant of how un-wonderful their state REALLY is.  And, since my going to jail is all a big part of that, I feel it's important that we share with you the paperwork from that case, as well.  Now, you've all seen EVERY document from the lower criminal juvenile court (If not, search for "And Away We Go" in the search box, or skim the archives for these in the December 2014-January 2015 range), so it's important that you see how it is that the Supreme Court weaseled out of properly handing this appeal as well.

It's important that you remember, here, that the events leading UP TO a termination of parental rights are probably the most essential part of that termination.  There would have to be valid reasons for doing this, wouldn't you think?  Well, wouldn't it also stand to reason that, if those reasons were important, that all of the records and transcripts involved with each and every case leading up to that Termination was important also?  How can you show that your rights were wrongfully terminated, if you don't address what happened before it?  Well it does matter...but here's the problem.  If you want the whole thing to be considered, even if you can't afford it?  You have to pay for it.

We were quoted a price of nearly $1000 for all of our court transcripts.  These, by the way, can hardly be considered to be accurate record of your proceedings; it's been proven time...and time...and time again, that transcripts of court proceedings can be easily altered...but then, so can the record of the courts, as can be documents placed in and taken out.  I have experienced almost all of these things personally, so, if there's anyone that knows it can happen?  I do.  The purpose of doing this, of course, is to show America that fraud in our courts these days, is common practice.  Oh, but there's the Federal Courts to handle those crimes right?  Riiiiiiiiiight.  One little problem though...where do you think the state and county district courts learned their little tricks?  Right again.

There's another little piece to this puzzle, and that piece involves our Court Ordered indigent status.  Because we are, indeed "indigent", as proclaimed by our courts, everything should be covered for us at state expense...not that we should have to pay at all, really...but that's "Just the way it is!"....right?  So even though our tax-dollars already go towards paying the salaries of all that are handing and hearing our cases, we are, these days, also required to pay additional "filing fees" and "fees" for transcripts, recordings of the hearings, and what-not.  Sounds a bit like double-dipping...doesn't it?  Shouldn't these things be ours...by right?  They're our hearings, we were involved...but if we want true justice, like through an appellate court, well then, we have to pay for it...again.  Does any of this sound right to you?  Because it isn't.  It's supposed to be an integral element of something that used to be very important in our judicial system.  Due Process.  The denial of your court records, recordings of hearings/trials, transcripts etc...because you need to pay for these things, is nothing short of robbery of the people...again (ever see what some of these people get paid to try your cases, or type up your court hearings?  Ridiculous!!) and a complete denial of your Constitutional right....of due process.  And if you can't afford these costs?  Sure, you can be claimed "Indigent" by the court, and you can have some fees waived, and a few costs covered...but your justice will still have a price tag on it, or you'll be required to do most of the leg work on it to make up for that.

So, here's how the criminals on our district court level...in full concert with the criminals on the Appellate level...managed to squeeze out of addressing the appeal, and everything involved with in.  For those of you who need a better grasp on what you're looking at, I refer you first, to the appeal to the termination, filed by me, and the two articles containing the information about the cross appeal,  filed by them.

http://themightyswordamericasdeadlysins.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-petition-of-appeal.html

http://themightyswordamericasdeadlysins.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-ol-double-cross-appeal.html

http://themightyswordamericasdeadlysins.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-ol-double-cross-appeal-part-ii.html

Now, remember kids, these things take time...and I only have a small amount of time remaining before they incarcerate me for loving my daughter too much...so please, check right back, and I swear, that before Wednesday, all the other documents in this case, save the order by the appellate courts upholding the decision of the lower courts (which will be available in a short time, and will be added later) will be soon posted.  In the meantime, check those three out first, to get a better grasp on how this thing went down.  Be sure to note the dates of when we filed, as opposed to how long this took...and remember, there was a 6 month old baby (at the time) who was fast becoming a memory to the wronged parents, hanging in the balance...but then, who cares about the "Best Interest of the Child" when it's not in her best interest?...as ordered by those of the district court, right?  You get the idea.  "Take your time...no biggie...we're going to uphold the decision anyway.  No big whoop."  I'm sure that got said more than once, as they kept moving it to the back burner.

The Termination/Cross Appeal, Part III - A Final Statement To The Court

Well, America, it is as these parents have been sure of it, almost since the beginning of this appeal.  Justice has no intention of being anything but her usual blind self.  I am going to jail, and will have no ability to fight.  No money has been raised for transcripts, or for bail on appeal, either one.  Therefore, until I am freed, this will have to suffice, for now.  I sign off, and hope that I have trained my stand-in well enough over the last few weeks to be able to scan in what we all know will be an order from the appellate court that I have no real desire to read,  since I already know the decision in my very soul.

I present now, for the record of the court of the People, the last statement to the appellate court.  May these fair and just assholes all rot and burn well, in their assigned positions in Hell.  To be honest?  I pray God have NO mercy on their souls.  Bring a Kleenex folks, this one's a mover.

" Comes now, Christopher and Elizabeth Bruce, in their Statement to the Appellate court, and on the record of the court of the Supreme Court of Iowa Appellate Court:

The appellants would like to applaud the appellate and district courts for their ingeniousness in completely evading the issues that are prevalent for the appellants to win this appeal.  By only ordering the transcripts be produced for the Termination hearing, and knowing that most indigent appellants, after enduring the ridiculous costs of producing an appeal by themselves, let alone a diminished living wage made by most as well, and expecting them to pay for their own transcripts (which are obviously doctored anyway, upon inspection of the termination transcripts we received) in order to address the true issues, which would be the events leading up to the termination, is ludicrous at best, especially in such a short period of time.  It amazes the appellants each day how the district and appellate courts succeed in getting all the time they need, over a year now, to belay addressing this appeal, yet the defendants are always on a set time schedule, usually no longer than 30 days.  But then, to come up with a smart way to skirt the real issues takes time, so we understand your need.

As to what you have, the transcripts of the only hearing that we were not able to attend, due to the illegal actions of the DMPD and the Department of Human Services, and those of the county attorney’s office; to determine a termination appeal using only a termination hearing where anything could be put on paper as to what was said and done without witness, and look at nothing else, is idiotic at best.  But then, with no other option to make this appeal look good for those of you involved,  I can understand your dilemma.  So, knowing that the appellants would have no way to raise $800 in just 14 days (it also dumbfounds the appellants that they were quoted a price of almost $1000 for all of the court transcripts...but the termination transcripts only came in at a low price of just...$42.  So how is the other $958 a justified estimate for 5 more hearings?  One would imagine that the termination hearing, the most important one of them all, would be the highest priced one, with or without the parents in attendance), you have effectively solved all of your problems with this appeal that you never wished to address, because of all the crimes and criminal officials involved, in one fell swoop.  Again, the appellants say, bravo.

The appellants therefore, upon their realization that the two levels of Iowa courts are working in concert to defeat the efforts of appellants that obviously care and love their lost daughter very deeply, we state and swear these facts to be the truth of this matter, for the record of the appellate court:

1. That quite obviously, it was never the appellate courts intention to view this appeal in a timely, or fair manner.  ANY reasonable person would see, due to the continued fight from the appellants, that the appellants are grief stricken by the loss of their daughter, wish her justly returned to their care,
and would never abandon her, let alone any hearings or motions provided in the same.  A reasonable person would also see the importance of looking at the entirety of ALL involved matters leading up to a termination of parental rights, since this action is a very serious one, not only for “The Best Interests of the Child’, but for the parents and their lives as well.

2. That these illegal actions were done by those of the lower district court, including, but not limited to;

a. Depriving the mother of her child for no base discernible reason, using instead falsified, unjust and hollow reasons that were completely absolved and admonished in the DIRECTOR of DHS’s final decision, clearing them of all allegations, provided this court on several occasions, which proved that the ‘”CINA” should have never been removed from these parents, period.  That the parents refused to engage in unneeded services that brought in money for the state of Iowa did not ever show that these parents did not love their daughter, but instead showed that they felt they should have never been in the situation to begin with, and wouldn’t have been, were it not for the illegal and inexperienced actions of the worker that removed her.  It has also been proven to these parents, using our case against others in Iowa, that parents that do engage in services, needed or unneeded, have often gone years without their children, or lost them entirely, even when all courses and needs were met and satisfied.  We chose to not engage because the services offered us were not needed, and were massively over-burdening to the defendants/appellants.

b. Depriving the mother of all legal, civil, parental and ICWA rights for the course of the entirety of both cases, as well  as all legal rights of the father, long before their rights were even officially and “legally” terminated.  Rights of parents cannot EVER be “legally” terminated by any judge or court in this country; the right to parent is an unalienable right of all of mankind, as it has been stated in the Supreme Court over and over again, in case law these appellants have provided this court, in their Petition of Termination.

c. Depriving the parents of due process rights, from the start, including denying them the right to receive copies of their RECORDINGS of the Juvenile proceedings, which, in effect, will cause this action to go to the federal courts, once this decision against the appellants is handed down.

d. Continually attempting to, and succeeding in arresting the loving father over and over again, in order to win out in hearings, as well as in this appeal.  The father, who never had a record of harassment, stalking or threats prior to the removal of his daughter, will in just four days face four years in prison, thanks to the continued illegal actions of those involved in both the district court cases, and we believe, since this case hardly budged until after the defendant was illegally detained in the Polk County jail, could include those of the appellate courts as well.

e. The complete disregard for facts and factual testimony, related to in person and in motions of the defendants, as well as in any accusations made by those of the County Attorney and DHS.

f. Producing anything needed upon demand to show compliance with Iowa’s codes and laws concerning juvenile matters, in order to legally take, hold and give away the children of the citizens of Iowa’s lower and disadvantaged classes whether those things happened, or not.

It is obvious to these appellants that the district, as well as the appellate courts of Iowa have no desire to fairly determine this or any other case or its appeals, when it contains unjust and illegal actions, performed in abundance by opposing parties to the appellants.  Understandably, this appellate court, in order to keep the system running as smoothly as it is today, must go the extra mile to protect its own, as well as keep money flowing in, and criminals positioned in their jobs.  We hope that the appellate court, therefore, understands out position as well, in defense of having our daughter illegally kidnapped by tyrants in power in Iowa, as well as backed by the criminals who also infest our judiciary..  Understand, then, that the appellants, upon their realization that justice will not be done in this case, under any circumstance, do hereby swear:

1. As soon as a decision against the appellants is rendered, this matter will be MORE than eligible, and will, with the growing list of criminals involved, be immediately filed in District Federal Court.  We insist that the appellate courts please render this decision poste haste, so we can get started.  Your “just” and “fair” determination is the only thing holding us up...so why wait 14 days?  You know damned well that we aren’t going to have the rest of the transcripts produced, so get to it already.

2. That all of the criminal elements involved in hearing our cases, both in District Court and in this appellate court shall be brought to justice before a Grand Jury of the People’s choosing, at a time soon to come; and before God, ultimately at the end of days.  You are all guilty of conspiracy, collusion, kidnapping, and embezzlement from Iowa’s citizens, and you will all, with the possible mercy of the people, be held accountable for your crimes, more immediately.  God have mercy on your souls, should His day come later.  These crimes will be most easily shown and proven, using actual facts that will be presented to actual reasonable people, not those who would appoint themselves rulers, tyrants and traitors over our courts and “The Law”, i.e illegal codes, statutes, rules and ordinances tha
are not, nor have they ever been, “Law”.

3. That all of the “Confidential” documents in this appeal have already been downloaded off of E-file, and will be immediately posted to those of Iowa, this country, and its people, and will be broadcast continually until actual justice is done; save the final order, which I believe you MUST send me
anyway, by “Law”.  This will happen regardless of consequence, before I go to prison (you won’t be arresting me for posting them after that, since I’ll already be in prison anyway), with as many tags to tie the criminals to their actions as I’m able to include.  Your crimes will be forever engraved
in the minds of Iowa and the rest of the country’s citizens for as long as the internet remains, and justice, no, TRUE justice, in one form or another, will come for those who would steal humanity’s children and give them to others not in need of them, but in need of the money that comes attached
to them, only to discard them like the trash when the child reaches the end of their paychecks.  Your crimes against human-kind, treasonous in and of themselves, will forever be immortalized by myself, by others, as well as by your own actions, by my example.  Believe me when I state that the American People will only be pushed so much by tyrannous officials before action is taken.  I pity you when, not if, such action occurs.

In conclusion, the Appellants do state to ALL that have interest in all cases concerning our daughter, Trilynn Bruegemann, that a day will come, sooner than you expect, that will signal the end of tyranny and those who exhume the same.  Forces are already moving to make sure this happens, and at a rate you surely do not suspect.  You need to decide, now, before that time comes, which side you are on.  I would highly recommend moving to the side of the People, for that is where true power lies, where it has ALWAYS lain.  We do not thank those of the appellate courts for the decision they have yet to render, since we already know that decision, and have known it all along, just as we knew the minute we looked into the eyes of Judge William A. Price that we would never see our daughter again.  We most certainly do not thank the appellate court for their fair and just manner in dealing with this appeal, since, from the beginning, it was never either just, nor fair.  The parents will deal forever with thier loss and their pain.  What will the appellate court do, but move on and uphold more illegal decisions of the district court, causing more of Iowa’s citizens to lose their children as well.  These actions will cause more pain and more suffering, until it snowballs into an unsurmountable affect, that will someday easily cause your eventual undoing.  Repent now and return Iowa’s children to those who they have been stolen from unjustly, or that affect may cause actions in kind that may not present a pleasant experience for those who cause it.  This is not a threat, thinly veiled or otherwise.  It is, for your consideration, “A fact of life”, a relation of the formula for cause and effect, nothing more.  Heed this proven fact well.  To consider it, is to survive.  To ignore it, as it is to ignore anything proven again and again to exist, is to be a fool, and perish.

Finally, I’m sure you’re wondering if this means that we are going to take our lumps and stop fighting for our daughter?  No way Jose.  No, this battle now goes into higher gear, and will be brought full-force in whatever manner presents...whether I’m in, or out of prison.

Submitted, both without respect, and with prejudice,

/S/Christopher and Elizabeth Bruce
Christopher and Elizabeth Bruce

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