Jail Shit • The Sheriff’s Office and the Reality of Political Nepotism (a Microcosm)

By: Eric

All law is situational law. The sovereign produces and guarantees the situation in its totality. He has the monopoly over this last decision.

Carl Schmitt


This anecdotal microcosm could be extrapolated across the entire scene that is politics and things make perfect sense.

While guest of the government, I was put on the pre-release unit with two months left to go. The obligation on inmates is that Monday thru Friday inmates perform community service. Community service assignments range from stick-n-pick trash pickup, painting vacant apartments in different public housing authority complexes, landscaping/yard work, etc..


  • The sheriff is a politician, not a law enforcement officer.
  • He is voted into office. He presides over the county.
  • The voters that live in the county elect the sheriff.
  • The sheriff therefore wants to be re-elected.
  • The sheriff’s department has a “pre-release inmate community service” program.
  • This program deploys inmates, supervised by sheriff’s department corrections officers, to perform community service, within the towns/cities of the county.
  • It is a service, to the community, however, it is also wielded as a political weapon.
  • Weapon? Yes – community service assignments are coordinated with “administrators” of the town.
  • I classify the administrator as anyone on the commonwealth’s payroll.
  • These administrators are highly engaged in the local politics, elections, etc.
  • Politically-engaged people in these small towns have major influence over their neighbors, passive voters.
  • Passive voters are the one’s that aren’t following sheriff politics(they don’t know who the sheriff is, they don’t know who the opponent is, however, they DO know their neighbor that told them to vote for “this guy”)
  • The Result: man elected to office —>uses resources to cater directly to the people that re-elect him to office (under the auspices of “community”)

The Sheriff is like a Wyatt Earp? Or…wait a minute??

Sheriff = Law dog = cop = law enforcement = all that shit, I thought? Like to become sheriff, an individual goes to the police academy, excels, rises in the ranks of the town police force, then crosses over to the county and learns the mechanics of running the conduit between the courts and the jails/detention facilities? The sheriff was probably a captain or some kind of commander in the SWAT. Something. Anything? In Massachusetts, no.

Zero law enforcement experience needed.

Because the Sheriff is ELECTED.

The sheriff is POLITICALLY ALIGNED. This sheriff is a Democrat. He is a politician. What does the sheriff do?

The sheriff of the county oversees the operations of the jails/detention facilities within the county. The sheriff’s department has the corrections officers running the day to day operations. The department is also responsible for transporting offenders to/from court hearings, scooping up people that got arrested by a police department of a municipality within the county, etc. These are the things that seem sensible to fulfill these functions within the criminal justice system.

But voters elect the sheriff?? So how does this work? And at this local level, is it outside of the realm of possibility that the sheriff (a politician) – might he act like a politician? Do you know what I am saying?

Determination of Voting District

In the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, voting districts are drawn differently for six categories of political blocks. The block the sheriff falls under is that of the “District Attorney.” And this makes sense considering the nature of interaction between the district courts, superior courts, district attorney, correctional facilities and the sheriff’s office – in Massachusetts, this block, the voting district for electing the sheriff, mirrors the territory of the county.

Mechanics of Prosecution

Makes sense. A person gets arrested buy town police. Town police detain the person in the police station holding cell. The sheriff’s office transport van picks up the person from the holding cell and transports them to the county jail. The sheriff’s office transports the person to district court for their arraignment. The person is afforded an attorney (public defender). The prosecution is the district attorney’s office. The prosecution uses the police reports/affidavits/evidence made available by the police department that made the arrest to build their case.

That is how it works.

The Point of This Blog Post

Politicians are in the game to establish a career. Reelection is critical. What moves can the sheriff make to bolster his chances for reelection? This type of move:

For two weeks in April, we were tasked with roadside stick-n-pick trash collection in a certain town. There are two secondary state highways (a road that runs from the neighboring town, through the town and into the next town over). We call these secondary state highways in Massachusetts. So we are assigned to cleanup two of them. Both sides of the road. The total distance the two roads is roughly 20 miles. One of the roads run right thru the center of town, where most all of the town commerce is conducted. Town hall, police & fire departments, a few schools, houses of worship, library, locally owned shops (refreshing to see) like florists, dry cleaners, tailors, hardware store, chiropractor office, dentist, pizza shop.

The cleanup operation is made into a spectacle. There were six of us with yellow safety vests, stick-n-pick simple tools, each with a barrel and bags. We had proper boots, work gloves, etc. The sheriff’s office deployed two big Ford F-250 pickup trucks, with the big star of the sheriff’s office on the door, “sheriff” plastered across the back of truck, the lights flashing. Also on the scene was a police SUV, a Ford Explorer, parked with the lights left flashing. Two police officers, one at each end, directing traffic. Finally, the town’s Department of Public Works had a massive Sterling-9000 truck, I think this is a type of dump truck. This was used to throw the trash bags into as they filled up with trash.

Aside from all of the bat-flu masks, the most common pieces of trash seemed to be empty bottles. Alcohol nips, Gatorade bottles, beer, soda, energy drinks, water. Alot of Dunkin Donuts/Wendy’s/McDonald’s/Taco Bell trash. Yet there are some peculiar shit we would throw into the big DPW truck. Tires, hubcaps, wooden pallets, coils of wire, broken yard tools, mufflers. The cleanup is real, in other words. The optics production is political.

Allow me to be clear, that I enjoyed getting out for the day, the jakes were cordial and respectful, they treated us very respectfully. They provided bottled water, coffee and we would get a real lunch (as opposed to chow in the jail).

We would have this lunch at the town hall. The place has a huge corridor with artifacts of the town’s history. Since we were there five days per week, for two weeks, an hour each day for lunch, I took the time to take a close look at these shelved artifacts. The most strikingly noteworthy one was a ballot for town elections from 1928. It listed the candidates, their names, with their addresses. There were probably 18, or 20 or so names in total for the positions to be voted for. However, the street names – there were only three streets. The candidates all lived near each other. And this makes sense. Affluent community indeed, these streets were the most private it seemed. How do I know? Once we finished with the main task at hand (the two long state routes that curt through the town) – we had extra streets to do, at the request of the town administrator. Those very same streets from that ballot were the ones we went to clean. And this was funny, for the streets are so remote, we found like 14 pieces of refuse on these three roads in total. These roads are the roads where the influential politically engaged citizens live, the ones that vote and mobilize other voters. This is why they were to be cleaned.

These very people decide if the sheriff stays, or if he goes.

The Long Reach of the Law: Biometric Surveillance in Real Time • by Eric

This is more jail shit, I think it’s a good idea to disclose my findings, for it supports my overall hypothesis that America – and the world over – is becoming a true police state.

First hand account of this comes from my experience in the sentenced block, when I had the job of sweeping and mopping the floors in Shift Command daily. I developed rapport with the Corrections Officers and I acted uneducated and aloof to the potential of the capabilities of the in-house surveillance system – to cajole the officers into “proving otherwise” the capabilities of the system.

It’s Live and Active – and Real

It is already fully functional, so there should be no surprise when it is ubiquitous in the public space.

Upon booking, inmates are required to give fingerprints (entered into a database), have photographs taken, have pictures of tattoos taken (if applicable) and other information as needed.

Something that is new (according to the Corrections Officers I asked) is a biometric retina capture. It’s a machine shaped like a parking meter. An inmate puts his face before it and it captures the retina. The significance here is that the retina is as unique as one’s fingerprints. That is, theoretically, no two retinas are the same.

Phone calls & voice :upon booking, inmates set up their phone account. It is with a company called Securus. An inmate follows prompts, one of the first is to read a few paragraphs that are recorded on the Securus end to be used for voice recognition. One of reasons for this is that it is used for authentication to contrast voice recognition patterns against future calls: all calls are recorded and subject to monitoring. And anything revealing criminal activity will be used against an inmate as evidence.

All of this information is pooled to a central database that has been proprietary been designed for the Department of Corrections. The database is integrated with a number of the Commonwealth’s other databases.

Database Capabilities

I asked to see what information is available about me “on their computers” – acting naive to how technology works, doubting that they had as much information as the officer boasted. (Of course, I knew he was telling me the truth but I wanted to see what OTHER info might be visible).

He logged into his dashboard and pulled up my name. I was alarmed at the amount of information accessible. He scrolled and clicked around and showed me – some of the information that was available and was visible to me:

Court records, entire history of court dates, etc.

CORI – Criminal Offender Records and Information

Vitals & Statistics: addresses, mother’s maiden name, relatives, birthdate, birth city, social security number, citizenship, etc.

Education: high school attended, universities attended

Professional: indicator of Certified Public Accountant, Real Estate Agent, Notary Public licenses

Driving: license issuance, driving record, status , etc.

Medical: (this section was not accessible by the officer, however, the medical office of the jail facility has access to pharmaceutical records, at a minimum)

Taxes: this was extensive as it is from the Department of Revenue – full history of all state payroll tax withholdings, income tax return account transcripts, excise taxes paid (for vehicles), etc.

Federal: the IRS records

Biometric Video Surveillance

The most “Big Brother is Watching” component is the integration of the retina biometrics with the massive inhouse video surveillance system. The extensive presence of surveillance cameras was not a surprise, it’s the capabilities of some of the cameras.

One type of camera that was most voluminous were what appeared to be cameras that are fixed in scope. It appears they stay fixated on one area at all times. There were installed in the ceilings, in the hallways, in the corners of the units – everywhere.

The most impressive looking camera was a large contraption that was on a swivel and had multiple “eyes.” This had 360° recording capabilities.

Another specific type of camera was installed, it seemed, between sectors of the jail facility: one either side of large metal sliding doors , on thick plexiglass doors etc. These cameras were armed with a combo of facial/voice recognition for the corrections officers to use. They would look at the cameras and say “camera F1, door 5” and the door would begin opening. On the either side of the door, again, they’d look up and state “Camera F2, door 5” and the door slides shut behind us. It is unclear to me the extensiveness of voice and biometric capabilities of these doors – but I do know inmates were unsuccessful in trying to utter “Camera F1, Door 5” to get the door to open 🤣😂🤣

The most impressive integration comes with the biometric retina scans intertwined with the enhanced surveillance video apparatus. One of my tasks inside the jail was to sweep and mop the floor of the “Shift Command Center” once per day. It would be done at 8:45am each day. Within the Shift Command, they have elaborate setups with computers, monitors and large HDTV screens all over the walls. And this is where I saw it: focusing on one HDTV, the view was inside the pod of one of the units. The pod is the large rec-room with tables, microwaves, hot water (for coffee,etc), the bubble (where the COs are stationed), etc…viewing the activity on the screen, it was inmates shuffling out of their cells into the rec-room. And above inmate’s presence in the screen was a green line, almost super-imposed above the video capture. When the people in Shift Command would – from their desktop computer – glide the mouse and click the green line – boom – the Inmate ID # would show up on their desktop monitor, expanded to show the mugshot, the demographics, etc. This is highly sophisticated surveillance.

Once witnessing this system in action, it dawned upon me a practical use of this combined technology works:

A fight breaks out in the unit. A four on three fight. The corrections officers in the unit signal for the Special Response Team (SRT) to rush to the unit. The corrections officers yell loudly “LOCK IN, LOCK IN” – the SRT rapidly enter the unit and subdue the inmates fighting. Usually there are at least a dozen SRT officers convening on the scene. They are mostly huge, tall men with training and experience for this scenario. They have handcuffs, mace, etc. They will tackle down figiting inmates that do not obey the order to get down on the ground and put hands behind their head. They cuff all of the fighting inmates. Then they bring them off the unit to solitary confinement. Now, it is common in a brawl like that for at least one of the fighting inmates will scrurry away and lock-in their cell. In the rec-room, most everyone is dressed the same: white t-shirts, orange pants, white sneakers. Therefore anyone who slipped out of SRT reach is camouflaged with the rest of inmate population.

The biometric video surveillance comes into play with the investigation that is immediately commenced after the fight, by the SRT. And this is why, within minutes, after the brawling inmates are taken away, all inmates are locked-in, another four SRT officers enter the pod, go directly to the cell of the inmate that scurried off, open the cell door and cuff him and lead him off the block. The biometric markers tied to his retina scan are instantly accessible and by reviewing the recorded surveillance video, it is quite clear to pinpoint additional offenders.


In summary, biometric, uniquely identifiable data (retina scans and finger prints) are already seamlessly integrated with one’s demographics, tax account information, driving records, residence records, employment history, medical records, court records, education and professional licenses – God knows what else they have. It is not overly complicated to integrate the aforementioned information and data with one’s entire “digital fingerprint”, that is, geographically logged location points, social media use, browsing history, SMS/MMS metadata, etc – alongside financial records, air travel history, voting registration status, etc.

Jail Shit: Tribalism, Inmate Etiquette, Slang, Rituals, Nick Cannon Paradox, Real-Time Surveillance, Sheriff’s Political Nepotism – Part One of Three

Working on two pieces on Woke-Davos-Zionism type shit right now, for the World is on Fire and we all know no one in any position of power is going to put out the flames:

  • Ideological origins of the Agenda 2030 Sustainable Development Goals (Kabbalah/Sacred Geometry/Internationalism)
  • Censor-Veillance: the Bridge between Israel-Big Tech-Five Eyes-DHS

These are massive pieces that require alot of bibliographic work, so in the meantime, I give you less glamorous musings – JAIL SHIT.

“Nigga, I remember when Walpole, used to be WALPOLE YA HEARD ME?!?!? Then I was down on Mass Ave seen my old celly dressed like a weird tranny, nigga, PRONOUNS ALL UP IN THE DRESS!!!

-“Spider” – OG Crip from [redacted], Cell 24

Carte Blanche:

Let me make this perfectly clear: tribalism is the overarching, carte blanche authority in the jails. Tribalism keeps the peace. Tribalism does not forbid a member of the Black tribe to conduct business with a member of the White tribe. Tribalism is interchangeable with Order. Order makes the jail run as smoothly as one can ask for, given the crazy circumstances of being locked up. Tribes are defined by race. Race is determined the old-fashioned way – by using one’s eyes to take a look at a person. When a bunch of people understand Order and they also have eyes to see, there is no obstacle in the way of acknowledging Objective Reality. There are no HBD laboratories focusing on purity spirals and that stupid shit as to define what makes a White person White, just as there are no weird yentas preaching about social constructs and 1619 projects classifying what makes a Black person Black, a Spanish person Spanish. Some people out there call it Race Realism, in-group preference, whatever the buzzwords. In the jails, we don’t call it anything. IT IS WHAT IT MOTHERFUCKING IS YA HEARD ME DAWG?. And if some sort of bowling-ball-for-a-body-shaped-soyjak wants to challenge the authority of tribalism, that nigga is getting checked off the block.


Or tribalism. It is embedded into every last aspect of the day to day routine. When a new inmate arrives on the block, he is welcomed first by members of his race. Hispanics Spanish greet the Hispanics Spanish. Whites with Whites. Blacks with Blacks. There are designated leaders of each race, let’s call them tribes. Each tribe has its leader.

The pre-trial block I was in, the leader of the Whites was the dude that had been there the longest. He was there on a drug trafficking charge. He was roughly 40 years old, married, had kids and in jail: he ran a store(more to come on “stores”), he gave haircuts (with a comb and razor), he never did the cooking (again, more to come) and he was the dude that checked out a new inmate’s paperwork to make sure they weren’t a rat or a weird sex offender. Once the paperwork was checked out he hooked up the new inmate with necessities. A bag of coffee, powdered creamer, sugar packets. Shower shoes. A pair of Reebok Classics if he had a pair in the new inmate’s foot size. Real deodorant, toothpaste, floss-picks. A deck of cards. Paper and a pen. Soups, crackers, maybe some sweets. This is how it is done with all the races, only, I am not part of the other races therefore I did not go through their specific vetting process. For instance, the Black dudes alot of them are gang. They have tattoos, certain handshakes, coded language exchanged to see what set they bang. Alot of these dudes leave that street shit on the outs – in jail everyone is on the same team: inmates vs the system. The Spanish dudes also have their own rite of passage. First, they speak Spanish with the new inmate. Also, alot of the Spanish dudes might have grown up in the United States, however they identify as Columbian. Or Puerto Rican. Mexican. Peruvian. They have their own codes and ways of handling shit.

When they play basketball, it was often 3 on 3. The teams were always 3 Spanish v 3 Blacks. Or 3 Whites v 3 Spanish. Whatever. Dudes don’t play basketball with teammates outside their tribe. Also cellmates. The jail operations use segregation, first by tribe, then by the nature of the dude’s offender record. This means that two Spanish dudes will be paired together as cellmates, then their charges will be similar. You won’t find a cell with a dude there for a driving on suspended license paired with someone there for attempted murder. It’s more like two dudes, one with trafficking charge, his celly with grand theft auto.

The same thing goes for the televisions, the showers and the phones. Each tribe has designated phones they can use. Three televisions in the unit so one for the White dudes, in one corner of the large rec room. One in the other corner for the homies. One in a different corner for the Chicanos. Of course, any dude is free to watch one of the different televisions – however – a dude visiting that other tribe’s television has absolutely no say on what channel, the volume and you best believe the motherfucking remote control. The leader of each tribe holds the remote control, decides who within his tribe gets to use the remote and who doesn’t.

Inmate Etiquette:

One might be surprised how civilized a bunch of law abiding criminals handle themselves, in a controlled environment, with very limited means of stimulation. It’s all about respect. Give respect, get respect. It’s that simple.

Hygiene: this is the top thing. Inmates must shower at least once per day. It’s respect. No one wants their nose disrespected, it’s just how it goes.

Other People’s Property: one must never just put their hands on another motherfucker’s stuff. It’s that simple. Must ask first. Otherwise a dude runs the risk of getting beat up. Right there on the spot, it’s the rules.

Gambling: there was a big poker table in the pre-trial unit I was in. Now, not just anyone can sit down and start playing. Must get vetted to make sure money is on the books (in commissary account) or that the dude has canteen items (food, toiletries, stationary, stamps) to use as gambling fodder. Sometimes a dude gains the trust of another inmate and that inmate will front some money. But it’s all a hustle. Nine out of ten times, the money is fronted with points, haha, (((usury))) yes sir. Either way, the one who made the loan gets a cut of the gambling proceeds or gets vig on the loan amount. Fights break out all the time due to debts.

Conversations: when two people are having a discussion, unless an inmate is tight with those two, it’s mad rude to just cut in and share in the dialogue. To inmates, this is called ear-hustling. It means the interjecting inmate was likely eavesdropping and this is out of line. That nigga gonna get get lit up.

That’s another thing. Black, Spanish and White dudes are all in the unit together, sharing in the struggle of having their freedom taken from them, for this is the rules of the system. Tribalism is at the core of jail politics. But words like dude, bro, brah, nigga, mans, dawg, G, OG, B, brother, brotha, boss, chief, homey, brother-man, kid, etc are all interchangeable. In jail, there is no stigma with the word nigga. In the pre-trial block I was in, there ain’t no such thing as racism. Not a single motherfucker took any type of gesture the wrong way. The ADL’s hate speech branding and marketing has no place in there.

There are a ton of other things in there that are basic common sense: don’t cut in line, don’t be overly obnoxious and loud, don’t take someone’s seat without asking first, don’t leave a mess at the table, etc.

All these dudes is just trying to get through their bid as smoothly as possible. The pre-trial unit is more heated than the sentenced block. Emotions running on high, this is because it’s “pre-trial” – dudes in there are there on a probation violation (my situation), bail revocation, not yet posted bail after an arrest, drug court, etc. Also, there is no classification in pre-trial. This means you have dudes with minor offenses, if you will, like drunk driving, drug possession, destruction of property (me), larceny etc bunched in with dudes on more serious charges like trafficking, illegal weapon possession, murder, arson, etc. Most everyone is at the mercy of the slow grinding gears of “justice” and their future is uncertain. Some might get bailed out today at 4pm. Others might have a court date coming up in a month. And still, some might be looking at 10, 12, 15, 20+ year sentences and niggas be stressing.

Allegedly. Charges are alleged. All motherfuckers are guilty until proven innocent. This is Weimerica after all.


Racism does not exist on the block I was on. Every last person in there knew they were there for they got caught up in the system. Drug charges, assault, larceny, unlawful weapon possession. The reason I say racism does not exist is because not a single motherfucker in there thought that some White dude was getting over on a Black dude for an extra state tray of food, because the runner handing out trays was a White dude. The extra tray goes to whomever waits nearest the tray cart until the end of chow. That is because there is the international rules-based order of globohomo-democracy TRIBALISM.

Some dude wants to cry about some fictitious “social construct”?? THAT NIGGA GETTIN CHECKED OFF THE BLOCK..

Part Two to come…

The People’s Square – Augustus Invictus Returns – w/ Striker and Borzoi

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