And I ain't even finished. FIVE hours of work. Eight inch garden shovel since they ran out of snow shovels. I don't mind a little bit of exercise. I LIKE it. Wanna see what a beer drinkin', estrogen-producing metro-male can't do? When my dad died the last real man went the ways save for my brother and sister's husband. Seventy five feet of walkways shoveled twice, twice, all the way around the car, off the car and then it just got too damned dark for me to go the last 8 feet of driveway. Three more inches fell before I quit the second time. I'll have something to do with myself tomorrow, so the metro-male roommate can roll home in a couple days from his parties and take the space for his car and throw his feet up in front of his five foot LED TV and play his nightly video games like he's done for the last ten months while he collects his entitlements from the unemployment office. Hey, he's entitled to it.
When they say Mexicans do the work white people are too lazy to do boy were they ever right.....speak for yourselves LIBTARDS. You sit on your swollen tushies emailing out redneck jokes making fun of people who really do work for everything they got, while you whine if your fingernail paint chips a day after Yoko Ono gave you your manicure or dear god there's a line at the Polo counter at Macy's! Oh it's terrible we can't go "Holiday" shopping today but the home association's foreign workers will take care of the snow.
In fact, we're all entitled. We're entitled to the job of our dreams and not one that makes us actually work; gummit money while we apply for two jobs a week and play video games while we wait for dream job; entitled to welfare and five kids and lots of sex, nevermind the free birth control, although the middle class ought to know better than to pop out a litter of kids since we've got global overpopulation. We don't want more of those people no more they're a bunch of racist republicans, especially out there in them hills; we're entitled to shopping everyday and the new SUV or the convertible every time the lease runs out no clunkers for me; in fact I trust in the God of Stuff to make sure I get a Lexus and oh well if the bank reposseses it if the bottom falls out of the housing market I'll just let Uncle Sam take care of me cause I'm entitled. Mr. Man-boobs can stiff the roommate with two weeks notice--she'll take care of everything, it's called equal rights. He's entitled.
Well, excuse me this child of the redneck countryside ain't entitled to nothing. I'm not entitled to anything but what I can do for myself. I'm not entitled to Mexican immigrants to do my work for me. I'm not entitle to have anyone do my housework if THEY make a mess and if I want it done I have to do it all myself. I'm not entitled to have anyone clean out the cat boxes for me or the throw up, I do all that myself. I'm not entitled to a man's help with shoveling snow or even the dishes washed while I work and he doesn't. His pizza cutter always in the sink a present for me. I'm not entitled to be a women now that I have my rights to be a man. I'm not entitled to have a real man. Beer, estrogen, and Redskins rule, although those Redskins are a bunch of racist white good old boys for having that name--they should be sued, but don't look at the rape statistics at the department of justice, that's not politically correct.
I'm not even entitled to my human rights because I don't even have a government that guarantees them anymore. I fight for my rights. I'll just load up the instrument of proposed gun-control and control it with steady aim--nobody needs to give me a damn thing. I'll create it, I'll solve it. I even got my own sorry shovel because I handle everything like a hardscrabble mountain woman should. I take every subversive action to do what freedom meant for me to do and damn those who expect me to give to their sorry arses, walking into my country with their hand out and calling us certain epithets cause they heard a rumor those words make us feel guilty and we'll give them anything not to be called certain names--what freaking spineless prostitutes half of Americans have become--you know which half and it ain't the rednecks. We work for what we got and we don't WHINE about it. Or how about all the entitled CRIMINALS we're supposed to feel sorry for (what victims?) they had a poor childhood, lack of opportunity given to them, history of slavery (oh wait, that sounds like me!) poverty causes crime, everybody!--unless you're a redneck then you're just a redneck, indentured servitude ignored. Criminal baby daddy gone somewhere maybe the prison in the next state, they didn't do well in school because the teachers were mean asking them to do their homework. We gotta feel sorry for these psychopaths, they failed out of school, you know, drugs. They should be freed and drugs legalized.
On prozac, Kids? Well, just bring in a kosher gun like Klebold and his schmuck Harris did and take out your frustrations dear, half the country will feel sorry for YOU and only you. Jail the teacher who hides a pistol in her car on school property, no sir--ee. No, lets not hold individual people responsible for their own actions unless they are the anglo-saxon good old boys who think that Africans are promiscuous and that's why they have AIDS.
They're mean--they hate liberals and they all look like Ann Coulter--haters all of them. We hate them. They exposed ACORN for prostitution and don't you know we ought to legalize prostitution because girls who are raped as children are entitled to the high status of the legal prostitute--let's all argue in favor of their respectable income because some John or Lamont or Alon is also entitled to services and related movies. Sacred prostitution is the new Mary. And you know there are some childless business professional women out there entitled to their very own metro-male and a Mexican to shovel their snow because white people won't do the work. And if you say "Merry Christmas" in the store you will be called out for religious discrimination and charged with a hate crime.
Happy Holidays to a nation of ho's. Enjoy the snow. And don't even think of sending me a redneck joke-- I might make you look like a sieve. I have to save that energy to shovel another foot tomorrow for my pet metro-male.
The 16th Amendment and federal income tax is illegal and that we should not be paying income taxes out of our wages. There is literally NO LAW anywhere that any of us are supposed to pay income taxes. And yet people who find this out and refuse to pay go to jail for a NON-CRIME. Everyone one of them are political prisoners.
Denying adequate medical care to political prisoners is a form of torture. If she dies in jail, it's murder. Murder of one of us.
No, this is not the Soviet Union and it's not the Cheka--it's happening in America.
Jackson exposed government fraud related to income taxes, the Federal Reserve and media complicity for which she says she was targeted. Her comparative analysis of the Karl Marx 10 planks of the communist manifesto and the U.S. IRS system led her understanding and teachings of those similarities and that Americans are slaves controlled by fear, handing over fruits of their labor to the ruling elite. (Sherry Jackson interview, What Are Some Of The Things That People Ask You When You Talk About Your Findings?, 2009) Targeted Individual slow-kill tactic applied to Jackson?
The star of Aaron Russo's 'America: Freedom to Fascism', Certified Fraud Examiner, and former IRS agent noted for demanding "Show me the law!" about income tax (see Jackson 2-part workshop video below), Sherry Jackson for months has been denied proper medical care for what is now a life-threatening condition developed while incarcerated, a typical slow-kill tactic against targeted individuals (TIs) of the torture-assassination treatment program in the U.S. and elsewhere.
"There is no question that the U.S. has a long and frequently dishonorable history of persecuting its citizens who hold unpopular opinions," wrote Lance Morrow in the 1971 Time Essay, Who (and What) is a Political Prisoner?
Today, over 400 publicly recorded Americans claim being targets of today's intensive persecution treatment and denied proper health care for these injuries, a low-estimate according to TI support group moderators.
Sherry's husband, Colin widely distributed her recently written letter to their Congressman, Representative Hank Johnson, 4th Congressional District of Georgia.
The letter (below) summarizes prison abuses leading to her death if Johnson does not defend her human rights and reverse her prison treatment.
Dear Congressman Johnson I am Sherry Peel Jackson, your former CPA. I am writing you because I am concerned about my health and my life. Prior to becoming a political prisoner I was the picture of health. In late June, 2009 I started experiencing a rapid heart beat on an irregular basis. Since this had happened infrequently in the past I did not think much of it.
However, in Mid July it started happening on a regular basis and I became concerned. I went to the medical staff twice in Mid July only to be given a one-minute EKG test and powerful meds without proper diagnosis. I did not take them because I had not been seen by a specialist. One week later, on July 21 at 12:45am I left the dorm in flip flops to go tell the officers that I was having a heart attack. The officers on duty called the ambulance and the ambulance checked my heart on their portable EKG machine. It was beating at 150 beats per minute.
They took me to Leesberg (spelling) hospital where I remained until Friday, July 24th at 11:30pm. During the hospital stay it was determined that my heart was healthy but my thyroid was producing too much hormone, thus speeding up my heart. This is called hyperthyroidism or Graves disease. I was given two medications by the hospital - Methimazole, which is an anti-thyroid agent used to reduce the amount of thyroid hormone produced by the body and Metoprolol, which is a beta blocker used to slow the heart. The hospital doctor told me that in four weeks (approximately August 21) the prison medical unit was to do blood tests to determine how the thyroid medication was affecting my body.
The blood test was taken in late August and I was told that I would be placed on the appointment schedule to come over and review the results. I was never called. I went over in early September and inquired of Dr. DeLeon as to how to get blood test results. He told me to put in a request to staff, so I did that on September 15th. It simply asked to see the results of the tests.
Sometime after September 23rd I received a response in writing, from Ms. Marich, that stated that I could either make a sick call (come over early in the morning wait in line and fill out forms) or come to Open House to see the results. Open house is held only on Thursdays from 3:00pm to 3:30pm. I went to Open House Thursday September 30th and was told by Ms. Marich that she could not find the results! I watched her look through and around several piles of folders in her office but at no time did she look on a computer for them. She told me to check back later.
On Wednesday October 28th I passed out around 4pm and was taken to medical and cleared. On Friday October 30th my lips started turning black as if I had been a lifelong smoker. By Sunday November 1st my lips were fully black. My boss, the Chaplain, called medical and a male nurse was sent over from the medium security men's prison on this complex (there are two maximum security, one medium security and one low security men's prisons on this complex with the women's camp). He took my blood pressure and oxygen and said there was nothing else he could do. He told me to go to sick call Monday morning, which I did. I showed Mr. Coucho my lips and told him that something was wrong with my blood, I could tell. (I am leaving out gross details here). He said I would be put on the schedule.
However, the very next day, Tuesday morning, November 3rd, I found blood in my stool and rushed over to medical because I am smart enough to know that this is a major problem. I was chewed out for coming over to medical without a staff member telling me to come. I told Charlie, the female nurse and Mr. Coucho the PA that I was in the hospital in July, never got the blood work results and something was terribly wrong. I am 46 years old and I know my body! I finally convinced them that I was not playing and was not stupid, so they 'treated' me with a packet for a stool sample test. Mr. Coucho looked on the computer for the blood test results from August and found them there! The blood test showed a problem with the thyroid way back then! He said I would be put on the schedule for new blood work later that week because these results were too old. He had a short conversation with Dr. DeLeon in Spanish and then said the thyroid count was off. This was November 3rd. I administered the stool tests and returned them to Nurse Charlie on Friday November 6th.
Today is November 26th, Thanksgiving. I have not received the results of the stool test. I have not been given any new blood test. My neck is swelling up like a blow fish and I am having trouble talking. I have been feeling very ill for the last two weeks. Congressman, I don't want them to kill me in here. As you well know, I am being punished for exposing government fraud. However, millions of people don't file tax returns and I was just used as an example by the DOJ for their new program called the Tax Defiers Initiative.
I have a wonderful husband and two beautiful children. I have already spent 21 months in prison for a non crime, and I refuse to come out dead or maimed for life. I have not caused these people any problems. This is no threat but just for your information. I also wrote the warden today. Things can't go on this way as I languish in here for someone's political gain. God doesn't like ugly and He is the ultimate judge and vindicator.
Sherry Peel Jackson 59085-019
FCI COLEMAN MEDIUM
FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION
P.O. BOX 1032COLEMAN, FL 33521
Restore the Republic calls for public emergency action
"Please do not pass up this email. Take action with us today and all this week as we call for immediate and proper medical care for Sherry. Do not let another voice go down," stated Franchi in an email to Restore the Republic members and friends including its Facebook followers.
Franchi outlines the actions needed to prevent completion of the murder of Jackson:
FIRSTCall and fax Representative Hank Johnson at each office and demand immediate medical attention for Sherry:Washington, DC Office1133 Longworth HOBWashington, D.C. 20515Phone: (202) 225-1605Fax: (202) 226-0691Lithonia Office5700 Hillandale Dr., Suite 110Lithonia, GA 30058Phone: (770) 987-2291Fax: (770) 987-8721Tucker Office3469 Lawrenceville Highway, Suite 205Tucker, GA 30084Phone: (770) 939-2016Fax: (770) 939-3753
SECONDSlam his Facebook page with comments demanding immediate medical Care for Sherry:http://clicks.aweber.com/y/ct/?l=Fxk6t&m=1c0oYulXAJzfN1&b=XD9KlxVrFAbJvhrPCh81HATHIRDForward, post, and blog this email EVERYWHERE!!!