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R25288/Christopher Eckhardt

P.O. Box 5514

Clearwater, FL 33758-5514

Chapter Forty

We’re Engaged

“Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.”

Bible, Song Of Solomon 8:6

The Story In Your Eyes

By The Moody Blues

I’ve been thinking about our fortune

And I’ve decided that we’re really not to blame

For the love that’s deep inside us now

Is still the same

And the sounds we make together

Is the music to the story in your eyes

It’s been shining down upon me now

I realize

Listen to the tide slowly turning

Wash all our heartaches away

We’re part of the fire that is burning

And from the ashes we can build another day

But I’m frightened for your children

That the life that we are living is in vain

And the sunshine we’ve been waiting for

Will turn to rain

Listen to the tide slowly turning

Wash all our heartaches away

We’re part of the fire that is burning

And from the ashes we can build another day

But I’m frightened for the children

That the life that we are living is in vain

And the sunshine we’ve been waiting for

Will turn to rain

When the final line is over

It’s certain that the curtains gonna fall

I can hide inside your sweet sweet love

For ever more

My partner called this morning(06-14-’08) and said, “Christopher,” and I said, “James.” He said, “Eckhardt,” and I said, “Dean.” He said, “Remember this, it’s Saturday, June 14th, 2008. Will you marry me?” I replied, “Yes, I’d love to marry you!…”

I’d never had any one ask me that before. And the state of Florida recorded it all, as they tape all of our calls.

From the guy who caught my eye walking the track at Liberty CI, in 2004, who at first refused my love, and then returned my love, to now asking for my permanent love. Ain’t life grand!

Love Me Tender

(words and music by Vera Matson-Elvis Presley)

Love me tender,

love me sweet,

never let me go.

You have made my life complete

and I love you so.

Love me tender,

love me true,

all my dreams fulfilled.

For my darlin’ I love you

and I always will.

Love me tender,

love me long,

take me to your heart.

For it’s there that I belong,

and we’ll never part.

Love me tender,

love me dear,

tell me you are mine.

I’ll be yours through all the years,

till the end of time.

(When at last my dreams come true

Darling this I know

Happiness will follow you

Everywhere you go).

“It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks of it, but few have seen it.”

La Rochefoucauld, Maxims

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Gods’s Gunners, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

May 11th, 2008

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2008

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R25288/Christopher Eckhardt

P.O. Box 5514

Clearwater, FL 33758-5514

Chapter Thirty- Nine

Happy Mother’s Day To All

You Mother’s & Updates

“What the mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.”

Henry Ward Beecher, Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit

My Heart Will Go On

Sung by Celine Dion

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you’re here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time

And last for a lifetime

And never let go till we’re one

Love was when I loved you

One true time I hold to

In my life we’ll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you’re here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

You’re here, there’s nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We’ll stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Virginia, I received my first ever Mother’s Day card yesterday from my partner, J.D. It partially read:

Sending

Mother’s Day Blessings

Across the Miles

Sometimes I’ll just be

going through my day,

and suddenly I’ll

remember something

you did or said

that touched my heart.

You have given me

a heart full of treasures,

and each time

I rediscover one,

I realize how blessed

I am to be able

to call you “Mom.”

“I have come to have much joy and comfort in your love….”

Philemon 1:7 NASB

Chris,

10 AM

5/7/08

Dear Luv,

Happy Mother’s Day, baby!! Yeah, I know you’re not a mom, but you’ve nurtured me just like one!! You’ve been there for me, & still are, that’s why I love ya so!! You’re my partner, Luv, & have a special place in my heart, & life, that no other can come between. Thanx for being real, being you!!

Much Love Partner For Life-J.D. xoxoxo

UPDATES

Refer to chapter 11 (July, 2006) and chapter 18 (January, 2007) for background.

Big Bobby Bee played the junkie stunt (=dumb) move of going psych at learning of his sentence, and went to Chattahoochee.

You see, Virginia, the smart criminal (oxymoron) knows that serving time in a psych facility includes more freedom, an allowance, more food, and better treatment. So, Bobby went pysch thinking that would land him back on the streets in a year or two, to avoid the inevitable reality which occurred in February, 2008, when he received a life sentence. He now resides in a northern Florida prison, short one testicle that got shot off during his attempted armed robbery of a Tampa restaurant in October, 2006. I previously wrote that Bobby would probably never see the streets again.

ANOTHER UPDATE

Refer to chapter 27 (March, 2007) for background.

Virginia, the good news here is that the Florida legislature finally gave Alan Crozier his due, and followed federal guidelines established in 2004, and will now compensate wrongfully imprisoned persons $50,000.00 for each year imprisoned. Sometimes justice is slow, but progress is always to be commended!

ANOTHER UPDATE

Refer to chapter 30 (August, 2007) for background.

I am happy to report that the inmate was never killed by the guards. However, for accidently dropping a food tray, he remains on CM (close management), even after his recent review, and six months of perfect behavior. He is on level 1, the worst, locked up 23 hours, and 55 minutes a day. So, they gave him another 6 months. So much for Florida compassion or rehabilitation. Cruelty, and systemic violence continues in the prisons of Florida and America.

Florida just decided to cut educational spending for our children so they could build 3 more prisons, and hire 1,400 more guards, so we could increase our already 100,000 prisoners up to 110,000. Those represent Republican leadership thinking, and family values.

Register to vote, and vote come this November. The only thing at stake is you, your family, your children, and your country. The question you need to ask yourself is shall we invest another 350+ billion dollars in Iraq, or in America?

Vote for change, vote for progress, vote for the Democrats!

I Shall Be Released

sung by Bob Dylan

They say ev’rything can be replaced

Yet ev’ry distance is not near.

So I remember ev’ry face

Of ev’ry man who put me here.

I see my light come shining

From the west unto the east.

Any day now, any day now,

I shall be released.

They say ev’ry man needs protection,

They say ev’ry man must fall.

Yet I swear I see my reflection

Some place so high above this wall

I see my light come shining

From the west unto the east.

Any day now, any day now,

I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,

is a man who swears he’s not to blame.

All day long I hear him shout so loud,

Crying out that he was framed.

I see my light come shining

From the west unto the east.

Any day now, any day now,

I shall be released.

“In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.”

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

J.D. and I wish all you mothers a Happy Mother’s Day, and ma, thanks for all your love and guidance you gave me throughout your life. Rest in peace (chapter 14, August, 2006).

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God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

April 26th, 2008

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2008

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R25288/Christopher Eckhardt

P.O. Box 5514

Clearwater, FL 33758-5514

Chapter Thirty-Eight

The C & G Conversation

“Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?”

Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part II

Shake That

By Eminem

feat, Nate Dogg

[Intro-Eminem]

Shady, Aftermath

There she goes shaking that ass on the floor

Bumpin and grindin that pole

The way she’s grindin that pole

I think I’m losing control

[Verse 1-Eminem]

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fucked up

Hit the strip club don’t forget once get your dick rubbed

Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted

Pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new drink

Hit the bathroom sink, throw up

Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine

Knowin still got a few chunks on your shoestring

Knowin I was dehydrated till the beat vibrated

I was revibed as soon as this B is gyrated

And hips and licked them lips and that was it

I had to get Nate Dogg and his sing some shit

[Verse 2-Nate Dogg]

Two to the one from the one to the three

I like good pussy and I like good trees

Smoke so much weed you wouldn’t believe

And I get more ass than a toilet seat

Three to the one from the one to the three

I met a bad bitch last night in the D

Let me tell you how I made her leave with me

Conversation and Hennessey

I’ve been to the muthafuckin mountain top

Heard muthafuckers talk, seen and dropped

If I ain’t got a weapon I’ma pick up a rock

And when I bust yo ass I’ma continue to rock

Getcha ass off the wall with your two left feet

It’s real easy just follow the beat

Don’t let that fine girl pass you bye

Look real close cause strobe lights blind

[Verse 3-Nate Dogg]

We bout to have a party (turn the music up)

Let’s get it started (Go head shake your butt)

I’m lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut

Wanna get it poppin baby step right up

Some girls they act retarded

Some girls are bout it bout it

I’m lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck

I say everyday she be givin it up

[Chorus-Nate Dogg]

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

Come on girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

[Verse 4-Eminen]

I’m a menance, a dentist, an oral hygentist

Open your mouth for about four or five minutes

Take a little bit of this flouride??

Swish but don’t spit it, swallow and I’ll finish

Yeah me and Nate d-o double g

Looking for a couple bitches with some double d’s

Pop a little champagne and a couple E’s

Slip it in her bubbuly, we finna finna have a party

[Verse 5-Nate Dogg]

Have a party (turn the music up)

Let’s get it started (Go ahead shake your butt)

I’m lookin for a girl I can fuck in my hummer truck

Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol ??

Some girls they act retarded

Some girls are bout it bout it

I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on

Knows that she can’t but she won’t say no

Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be

Tonight I want a slut, will you be mine?

I heard you was freaky from a friend of mine

[Bridge-Eminem]

I’ma hope you don’t get mad at me

But I told Nate you was a freak

He said he wants a slut, hope you don’t mind

I told him that you like it from behind

[Chorus-Nate Dogg]

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

Cmon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

Ohh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

Cmon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

We bout to have a party(turn the music up)

Let’s get it started (go ahead shake that butt)

I’m lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut

Wanna get it poppin baby step right up

Some girls they act retarded

Some girls are bout it bout it

I’m lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck

I say everyday she be givin it up

[Outro-Eminem]

There she goes, shaking that ass on the floor

Bumpin and grindin that pole

The way she’s grindin that pole

I think I’m losing control

God, come one

[Eminem makes noises]

I ain’t leavin’ without you bitch

Come here home with me

Ample boy, and his boy, and this boy, and this gurl

haha, they call

[deep breathing]

Virginia, the question of the month is, if I write you a check for anything, and you cash the check; may I then say I bought something from you? Legal semantics. Even if you never delivered what I bought from you, I would contend that I am within the law to say I bought it (whatever it is) from you, because you cashed the check, even if you never delivered the goods. So, even though the Library of Congress-copyright division cashed my check for my 2006 copyright and never copyrighted it for unknown reasons, I will continue to utilize “( c ) 2006-2008.” Mistakes happen, Virginia, so I’ll not request that anyone be imprisoned because I don’t believe there was any criminal intent. They have sent me my 2007 copyright certification with a promise of my 2006 payment.

Virginia, did I tell you that a record company wrote me last month with no initiation on my part, regarding my compositions and requested that I submit some for consideration? No? Well, here’s one of a few I’ve selected:

The C & G Conversation

By Christopher Eckhardt ( c ) 2008

C=me

G=a gangsta; thug; jit

C-Listen up my young bro

You’re on the wrong road

Too heavy a load

Your misery and pain is going to grow

G-You listen up, you gay old cracker

I ain’t your bro, and you got nothing I want to know

You play with a pen in your hand

I ride with a pistol in my lap, with plenty to blow

C-Your anger is self inflicted, your choices suck

You think you’re a man cause you know how to fuck

Baby, you’re a baby, making babies cause you like to screw

Rejected, unprotected, ignorant; what kind of man are you?

G-You listen pussy cracker, I got an 8 inch dick

That women love to fuck, ride, and lick

You’re just a frustrated old man, that probably can’t get it up

I was raised in the hood, with pop in the pen, and ma a whore

C-You ain’t got an 8 inch dick, that’s just an 8 inch clit

You need that pistol in your lap, cause your’re just a cunt

You just want to blame the man cause you live in a pit

You ain’t wearing blue jeans, they’re just a skirt

G-If I had my Glock, I’d blow out your lock

Relishing in your blood on the rock

You’re the real pussy working for the man from 9 to 5

My pockets full; ain’t playing your game; gonna get me mine

C-You got no solutions, you’re the problem, just a sociopath

Thinking that your needs are more important than anyones

Working legit, raising a family, helping others; that’s a man

You’re lazy and irresponsible thinking the world owes

G- You and your system use to hang niggas like me

You want me to respect and play that game?

I ain’t going to be your Uncle Tom, dying on minimum wage

Fuck your system, I ain’t voting either

C-I’m sorry about the hanging tree

I support us all living equal and free

You don’t play the game cause you don’t know how

You ain’t tried to learn cause thuggin and druggin is your now

G-I’m fucking different bitches day and night

You’re sucking dicks, and that just ain’t right

I’m a killer for hire, and I don’t mind causing pain

Your lifestyle is a waste; you’re the one going down the drain

C-You’re the one percent that’ll end up in prison

Blame it on pappy, mama, and the system as you run

You’re just a coward without your pistol, Glock, Z, or K

You think the head between your legs is your best attribute

G-You think you’re a real smart ass, don’t you?

You wish you could suck the head between my legs right now

But I save it for real bitches, not punks like you

For all your years old man, I’ve seen more than you’ll ever see

C-Let’s get one thing straight my young G, my young thug

I’m into real men, not babies like you

You were born, raised, and lived in the hood

TV is the only thing you’ve seen more than me

G-You’re just another hater

Wanting niggas to do your dirty work for minimum pay

Reparations you owe me; 40 acres and a mule, plus interest

From the 1800’s, and if you ain’t giving, I’m taking

C-When you going to learn? Is taxes another you don’t owe?

You don’t write the rules, we all write the rules

Since you’re not voting, the rules will never change

You may be high, but you live on the low road

G-I’m a soldier, bitch, I’ve done my time

I’m bitter is what you made me

You’re white in a white system

I’m your black nigga, never to be really free

C-Sympathy you want, sympathy you lack

Villainy is your knack

You cheat, steal, and hurt

Death is your flirt

G-You and your system blame me for everything

You put me in shakles, you kept me down

I drown my pain in your liquor and drugs

I’ve slept on the streets. Where is your love?

C-You are the sociopath; the conniving, manipulative bitch

The bad seed that chooses not to sprout

My heart is here offering education, hope, and faith

You need to be on your knees praying, maybe you’ll learn

G-Keep your religion that causes more wars and death

Keep your system that keeps us niggas broke

Keep your health care system that keeps me sick

Keep your vote, I’ve given up hope

C-When you going to give up your hate?

It ain’t productive, don’t make it your fate

There’s good people, hope, and education out there

Living and dying in the hood you don’t have to bear

G-Words, and promises, I’ve heard them all before

Rappin with you is just making my mouth sore

You do your thing, and I’ll do mine

I’m a violent muthafucker, and for me that’s just fine

C-Listen up my young bro

You’re on the wrong road

Too heavy a load

Your misery and pain is going to grow

G-You listen up, you gay old cracker

I ain’t your bro, and you got nothing I want to know

You play with a pen in your hand

I ride with a pistol in my lap, with plenty to blow

Piece Of My Heart

By Janis Joplin

Didn’t I make you feel like you were the only man, yeah

An’ didn’t I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can?

Honey, you know I did!

And each time I tell myself that I, well I’ve just had enough.

But I’m going to show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.

I said come on, come on, come on, come on and take it.

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.

Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah.

Hey, have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah.

You know you got it if it makes you feel good.

Oh yes indeed.

All right!

You’re out on the street looking good, honey.

Deep down in your heart I said you know that it ain’t right.

Never never never never never never hear me when I cry at night.

Honey, I cry all the time!

And each time I tell myself that I, well I can’t stand the pain.

But when you hold me in your arms, I’ll sing it once again.

I’ll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.

Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah.

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah.

You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good. Hey!

Now all right!

Now come on, come on, come on, come on and take it.

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.

Break another little peice of my heart, honey, yeah.

Hey! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.

You know you got it if it makes you feel good.

Hey! Hey! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.

Break it, break it, break it, yeah.

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.

You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.

“Is sex dirty? Only if it’s done right.”

Woody Allen, film, Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex

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God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

March 22nd, 2008

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2008

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Republican Religious Repression

“Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God.”

Lenny Bruce, The Essential Lenny Bruce

What’s Going On

By Marvin Gaye

Mother, mother

There’s too many of you crying

Brother, brother, brother

There’s far too many of you dying

You know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some lovin’ here today-

Father, father

We don’t need to escalate

You see, war is not the answer

For only love can conquer hate

You know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some lovin’ here today

Picket lines and picket signs

Don’t punish me with brutality

Talk to me, so you can see

Oh, what’s going on

What’s going on

Ya, what’s going on

Ah, what’s going on

In the mean time

Right on, baby

Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong

Oh, but who are they to judge us

Simply because our hair is long

Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way

To bring some understanding here today

Picket lines and picket signs

Don’t punish me with brutality

Talk to me

So you can see

What’s going on

Ya, what’s going on

Tell me what’s going on

I’ll tell you what’s going on - Uh

Right on baby

I refer you to chapter 26, Religious Freedom Denied, in April, 2007, archives, here, for background.

I would like to thank the U.S. Department of Justice for their assistance to my partner, J.D. You may see the cross that the State of Florida conviscated from my partner, and made him send home, in my pics at www.myspace.com/r25288. You could say they didn’t consider a cross medalion a religious symbol. You could say the State of Florida is racist. You could say the State of Florida opposes Christianity. You could say the State of Florida’s actions in this case were ignorant. Virginia, what do you think? For me, it’s easy, I just call it another example of systemic violence. I refer to it as Republican Religious Repression or intolerance.

The bottom line, Virginia, is I now wear the approved cross that the state had him remove; conviscated from him, and had him send home. That is the truth, Virginia. You may see him wearing it in his pics at www.myspace.com/jdluvsce. He wore it for months with no problems, before the state made him send it home.

So what would you do, Virginia? Well, we filed all the same paperwork that we had originally filed; I reordered another, just like the other; had it shipped to him through the approved methods as before, and today he again wears the same cross as I wear. What’s going on? What’s it all about?

Here is the test for you, Virginia. Does the above scenario mean the State of Florida:

A. Practices racism;

B. Practices religious intolerance;

C. Practices systemic violence;

D. Practices ignorance;

E. All of the above?

Virginia, don’t say the answer out loud, or you may get into trouble, just whisper the answer to me… I knew you knew.

Virginia, if you have not registered to vote yet, do it this week. Vote come November to save yourself, your children, your family, and your country. Remember too, that blessings continue, and so does the struggle for justice.

J.D. is fine, and today the State of Florida is treating him fairly and kindly, on the other side of the razorwire.

Imagine

By John Lennon

Imagine there’s no heaven

It’s easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will live as one

“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.”

Jonathan Swift, Thoughts on Various Subjects

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God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys

February 24th, 2008

By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2008