The McAfee Archive

Small businesses collapsing. Freedom of movement restricted. Public assembly assaulted. Countries now closing borders. Not just to keep people out. But to keep their own citizens from leaving. Shades of the iron curtain. Yes there is a pandemic. But it is a pandemic of fear.

Laws made by those who ignore them, Twisted and used to silence those who oppose the makers. And I, tangled in their web, Will be a warning: Meekly accept your vanishing privacy and freedoms, Or the wrath of power Will be leashed upon you too.

Across the table a man sits. 24 years he's lived between these 4 walls. Vacant eyes catch mine, And for a moment I glimpse the accumulated misery of those years. Then he looks away, Lost again in his private thoughts.

Men with nothing. Nothing to gain. Nothing to lose. Bartering a shirt for a pair of worn out shoes. Begging favors. Threatening retaliation. A society of animosity, boredom and frustration. This is prison. And it animates the darkside of the human soul.

A young man sits, In a corner of the prison yard, Head in hands, As if to keep the world out. Or his thoughts in. 14 years for dealing drugs. 14 years.

The charges against me are absolutely ridiculous. I am being used as a scapegoat for the US to crackdown on crypto. This is an attack on all crypto. This is purely and simply the truth. These are my lead attorneys in my pursuit for justice. https://t.co/fNrwBfb5kT

Much of the new allegations from the Feds are about my "coin of the day". For a few days in 2017 I chose coins I believed had value. One of them was Doge - now being touted years later by Elon Musk. The coin has increased well over 1000% since I chose it. Not a pump and dump.

The SEC allegations: My team evaluated every promotion based on management, business plans and potential. No one could have foreseen the altcoin market crash. We were paid in the same coins that crashed. The SEC allegations are overblown.

A man in the prison yard talks to himself a lot. He said he was talking to aliens. They told him the beginning of the end would start March 3rd. Nonsense! It began years ago, when we turned technology against ourselves. Though I marked my calendar - just in case.

I composed this piece 5 years ago. Now after nearly 5 months in prison its notes reflect the isolation from my loved ones and from the society I am trying to change. If you want to hear my heart through music have a listen. https://t.co/IJc6gMyciX

Media was attached; images and videos are not mirrored in this edition.

My life's conflicts stemmed from one source: My best friend and my worst enemy were both myself.

I have a new cell mate. In three days, using boxes, string and toothpaste for glue, he's built bookcases, holders, and a host of things. If we turned this fucker loose in a hardware store I think we'd have a teleporter in short order.

I don't mind being locked up as much as the company I'm locked up with. For example, a young friend I met is here for cutting his father's throat but he doesn't remember it. I can only hope he doesn't remember to cut mine for some reason.

Hunger in a world of abundance. Poverty amidst luxury. Wealth vs want. We are a species divided by class, power, oppression, privilege. No other species has such self-destructive divisions. We should be added to the species we need to save.

My life has been devoted to "my" life. My family, my loves, my ambitions, generosities, fears, desires. My apparent selflessness - helping others was still about me. Improving my image of myself. Perhaps a few of you can relate.

Our government has become complex and extravagant. It has become distinct from and independent of the people. Our democracy has become a struggle of ideals rather than actualities. None of us truly understand where our votes will lead.

Prison cells become sacred spaces. Even when all the doors are open (twice a day for an half hour), no one enters another's cell without invitation (the guards of course may do as they wish). It's a polite society.

For most of my life I sought permanency. In relationships, security, happiness, contentment. Yet reality in all cases eventually brought disappointment. From relationship to relationship, situation to situation. I discovered that the only permanent thing in life is change.

I love the marketing of things we don't need or even wanted until told our lives would improve if we had them. Name brands are my favorites. Convincing us to wear clothes with someone else's name on them was pure genius.

The Cosumer Society My advice: We need robots whose sole purpose is to consume goods and services. Automated consumption. It would take a great weight off our shoulders.

I'm nearing 76 and my health reflects it - unlikely to survive the years of trials before my guilt is decided. Bail is also unlikely. Life in prison. I wrote one chapter of my memoirs: https://t.co/pGRkUvGEGi. The rest will be Twitter snippets. Coming soon.

I'm nearing 76. Currently in prison. Not that it much matters, life's exit is near. If I had a regret it would not be to change anything I have done. But to have carried my past as a burden rather than let it carry me.

People on the outside spend their lives working and place high value on the little spare time that they have. Spare time is all we have here in prison. The entrepreneur in me can't help thinking there's an opportunity here somewhere.

"They were not rigging the election; they were fortifying it." Marvelous concept. I wish someone had fortified my decision to marry my first wife.

Drugs The ultimate escape from ourselves? Or the doors to perception of a deeper reality? I have done more drugs than any of you could carry. And I still don't know.