John McAfee · February 2021

Censorship is a creeping disease - infecting freedom of thought as expressed through freedom of speech. If it is not stopped individual thought will cease to exist.

What is life like here in? It's relative. In a world where billions lead lives of misery and can't feed their families, where children starve and have no roof over their heads... A prison cell, a bed and three meals a day without working would seem like heaven.

Notes From Prison My body is confined. My mind has always been confined. By fears, longings, ambitions, escapes from boredom - a prisoner of my own desires. Circumstance moved me from one prison to the other. There is little difference.

Prison food: We have: chicken, fish, sausage an unidentifiable substance. A bit too much of the latter for my taste. And bread and water. Not many vegetarians here.

I'm in my 76th year. In prison. Awaiting trial for extradition. Maybe not in the best position to be giving advice. But anyway... Believe nothing you hear. And be suspect even of your own eyes. A world ruled by the powerful, the clever and the corrupt is never what it seems.

A Confession:  sex ruled much of my life. Every relationship began with physical attraction. And ended with its end. Sexual satisfaction was frequent but fleeting. Like a fast growing weed that can be trimmed. But never pulled from the ground. More was never enough.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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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.