An inside look at American jails is a good thing for conservatives who thought that only criminals are put in jail. We occasionally heard about innocent people going to jail but it has not become a daily occurence during the Biden administration. In the mean time real criminals are released into our streets.

Gulag This! (02/14/2024)
“A Tale of an American Political Prisoner”
Part 1: Introduction and Recap

A True Story; 100% verifiable with Text Messages, Emails, Video/Audio, Court Documents and Testimony.

Today is Valentines Day; my third unromantic holiday spent behind bars for crimes I did not commit, separated from my wonderful husband @montanasiniff as a power play of the Democrat Party. My name is Jessica Watkins and I am Political Prisoner #26050-509. I was formerly known as Political Prisoner #376520 during my tenure in the DC Gulag (DC Dept. of Corrections). How did I get to be here? More importantly, how have I been treated as a result? Allow me to recap my previous 22 part Series, which I called “What Really Happened” in a nutshell. The year of 2020 was a nightmare; COVID-19 caused a massive wave of unconstitutional actions by State governments, including to alter Election laws without approval of the Legislative Branch as is required by the US Constitution. This led to masses of ballots being sent to every address on the voter registrations rolls, which were never purged. This fact, amongst many others, led to the widespread disbelief in the results of the 2020 Election. But while the US Constitution was violated, violent Leftists like Black Lives Matter and Antifa waged a pseudo Revolution against American cities across the nation.

This is what brought me into the street; to protect property, provide medical attention, and document crimes crimes for Law Enforcement. While the Leftists sought to dismantle and defund the Police, I took to the streets to support them and assist them where possible. My group attended 9 BLM Protests, some of which spun out into riots. After the Election, Antifa turned their sights from the Police, and onto the peaceful patriotic Conservatives that were protesting the results of the 2020 Election. This led to me to attending Trump protests and rallies; to assist Police, provide Medical attention, and to protect the protesters from Antifa. Prior to January 5th, I attended 4 Trump rallies. January 5th and 6th were to be no different than previous rallies. We had been assigned to protect VIP’s like Alex Jones, General Michael Flynn, Ali Alexander, Podcasters, and members of Congress. The January 5th event at Freedom Plaza was uneventful, and we protected the VIP Backstage Area. Early the following morning, we woke up, were guided by the Caldwells in order to find parking. After we arrived, we took off our equipment -as ordered by the Secret Service- and we watched our President speak. After we left the rally, the crowd began to scream “Pence betrayed us, it’s over” and sped off toward the Capitol.

As the crowd dispersed, leaving the rally at the White House Ellipse, we began to assemble our Protective Detail. But with the events of J6 unravelling in real time, only half our VIP’s arrived from within the Ellipse. We took the VIP’s that we had, and escorted them to the Capitol as planned. We had a permit to hold the Rally, issued by Capitol Police, where a stage had been built at Area 8 on Capitol Grounds. Upon arrival, this well articulated, lawfully endorsed plan fell apart. The rally at the stage did not occur, and the OathKeepers set off to enjoy the protest. After stopping vandalism of a Police vehicle, I sang the National Anthem on the Capitol steps with the crowd, the OathKeepers foolishly were encouraged to enter the open doors on the East Side of the Capitol. Once within, the other OathKeepers led members of the crowd a prayer circle, while I stopped vandalism, enjoyed the paintings, and took selfies. The OathKeepers got separated during the course of the protest. While me and my friends were crushed in the crowd during a protest, the other group of OathKeepers stumbled across Officer Harry Dunn – who was experiencing severe fatigue and was afraid. Those OathKeepers heroically rescued Harry Dunn, allowing him to reconnect with his fellow Officers, before they left the Capitol Building. Those OathKeepers then assisted Capitol Police in attempting to evict protesters from the building. As they did, my friends and I began to render medical attention to injured protesters, including when I dragged an injured man to the ambulances.

After the curfew was announced, all OathKeepers obeyed lawful orders and left Capitol Grounds. On our way back to our vehicle, me and my group were stopped by several Officers from Metro PD, and provided our accurate information. Once we were released, I told the Officers “God Bless you and everything you do…” and we left. Following the Police encounter, we rescued a Trump supporter that was being beaten by Black Lives Matter activists. After the events of J6, we returned to Ohio. After days, I became the target of the Media and began getting threats. I left my equipment, phone, and anything that could be considered evidence, and I spent several days with the Caldwell family until the Media storm passed. Once the Federal Agents raided my home with a Joint Terrorism Task Force, on January 17th, 2021 I returned to Ohio to surrender myself to authorities. All of this was thoroughly documented in video, audio, texts and emails. This is the raw story of J6, all extrapolations, rhetoric and irrelevancies purged for ease of understanding the raw facts about J6. This is what led me to being held as a Political Prisoner, ever since. I am innocent of ALL crimes, except for one: Impeding Officers Responding to a Civil Disorder. This is my story; A Tale of an American Political Prisoner; incarcerated and mistreated for crimes I did not commit.


Gulag This! (02/26/2024)
“A Tale of an American Political Prisoner”
Part 2.1: The Montgomery County Jail; Dayton, Ohio

A True Story; 100% Verifiable with Text Messages, Emails, Video/Audio, Court Documents and Testimony.

Once the FBI picked me up from the Urbana Police Dept. (where I turned myself in to the authorities), they handcuffed me for the first time in the long chain of times that I would be handcuffed and in chains. My FBI Agents loaded me into their vehicle and we chatted on the way to the Montgomery County Jail. They were very nice, and respected my decision not to speak with them until I had an attorney. Once we arrived at the Montgomery County Jail in Dayton, OH, I was booked for the first time in my life. The Jail didn’t know how to handle the fact that my arm was broken. My arm splint was a combination of rods/plates. It was taken an confiscated because (according the them) I could have fashioned pieces of it into a weapon. My mangled arm was placed into a SAM splint temporarily, and I was then fingerprinted. I gave them basic information. About this time, Donovan was booked also. The males got blue jumpsuits and we women got green ones . The fact that I was transgender was never brought up, and so I was booked – complete with my green jumpsuit. During my intake, a psychologist began to ask standardized questions regarding my mental health. It went something like this:

Do you have any mental heath disorders? Yes, PTSD, Anxiety and Chronic Depression.
Are you considering harming yourself? No.
Are you a veteran? Yes.
Which Branch? Army.
Did you deploy to a Combat Zone? Yes.
Where and when? Afghanistan, 2002.
Did you see active combat? Yes.
What was your MOS? Infantry.
***he paused*** That’s quite unusual, you don’t hear that often. How did…? Yessir, well I mean, I am transgender. They didn’t let women in the Infantry back then and it was the “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” years, so I served… ahem… well, as a different gender. I transitioned about 20 years ago.
Ah. I See. Will you give me one moment please? Yes sir, no problem.

Minutes later, I was in a BLUE jumpsuit and moved into a men’s unit. Anyone who knows me will tell you, I look and sound female, so this was a VERY awkward moment for me. Even Donovan Crowl did not know I was transgender until that very moment, and he had been my good friend and a customer for years. I was “outed” when I was taken out of the women’s unit and placed into one with the men. The staff at the jail did not bother to ask if I had surgery or do a visual inspection, I was just… moved. I was placed in Solitary Confinement to protect me from the men. The males got 10 hours out on Recreation (Rec) per day, but given my “status” I got only got 1 hour, and was never able to shower the entire time I was there. I had to clean my self in the sink in my cell. It was awful, and I didn’t handle it particularly well. I did make a friend named Stanley, who played chess with me through the glass of my door, so that was something. Mostly I slept.

A day later, CNN broke the story. The “Infamous OathKeeper Jessica Watkins is transgender”. They “dead-named” me (used my birth name) and used the wrong pronouns. Of course, with me being a Trump supporter, CNN discarded their “pro-trans” stance in favor of mockery, humiliation, and hate.

***A Public Service Announcement for you transgender people out there. Know this: The Libbies do NOT love or care about you. The Liberals claim “love, tolerance, and acceptance”, but isn’t true. It is a sham. They don’t believe in ANYTHING. As soon as you no longer ascribe to their toxic ideology, they will turn on you – it’s the same as it ever was: Shaming, mockery, bullying and hatred. Worse than that, your own Community will mock and revile you; for the crime of standing up for your beliefs; for loving America; the VERY SAME country that gave us the freedom to pursue life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness via transition. So I tell all of you transgender people this: You’re being used as a useful tool of the Marxist Democrats that want to destroy the country that gave you this wonderful opportunity. They hate this country, and if you don’t think they way they tell you to, they will hate you too. You are a mere prop to further their agenda, nothing more.***

The “Transgender OathKeeper” story would devastate me, It was a “big story”, one that would humiliate and haunt me from then on.

Gulag This! (02/17/2024)
“A Tale of an American Political Prisoner”
Part 2.2: Montgomery County Jail; Dayton, Ohio

A True Story; 100% verifiable with Text Messages, Emails, Video/Audio, Court Documents and Testimony.

Three days had elapsed behind bars before President Trump left the White House. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I would spend zero days in Joe Biden’s America; not knowing that I would never see my home again. During my single hour of Recreation, I watched the news coverage of Trump leaving the White House. Apparently, he brought some interesting boxes with him; but I wouldn’t know that at the time as I sat alone in a cavernous concrete room lined with cell doors covered in peeling government-green paint. Behind those doors, dozens of men stood staring out the window slits of their cages and eyed me with curiosity and contempt. It was there that I sat alone with my thoughts while I watched Joe Biden take [emphasis added] Office. From the comfort of a steel and plastic formed chair bolted to the floor, I watched CNN do replays of the least attended Inauguration in US History; all thanks to Nancy Pelosi for installing miles of unnecessary fencing and the heavily armed National Guard patrols which surrounded the Capitol Building. It seemed fewer people would attend the Biden Inauguration than even his pathetic rallies – where the media sat bored in half a dozen social distance circles. It was there, from behind bars, that I watched with perverse amusement as his “glorious” moment was ruined. FJB! >:)

Meanwhile, the Media was very interested in interviewing me. I chatted with a Dina Zambino from 60 Minutes (off the record) and I seriously considered the interview. I desperately wanted to set the record straight. I was innocent, charged with crimes I didn’t commit. Why didn’t they just look at the footage and see we didn’t do anything? As badly as I wanted to clear my name, I ultimately I declined. I didn’t trust the media to cover my story fairly. That was good thinking; Michael Sherwin was waging a war of “Shock and Awe” on anyone from January 6th and he would go on 60 Minutes to brag about it. And 60 Minutes ate it up like a fat kid gobbling candy on Halloween. When my pseudo-Public Defender brought me my charging documents, I was astounded by the vast number of lies that filled the document. Every page was filled with lies; irrelevancies, obfuscations, miscontextualized information and half-quoted texts. One such instance was in my Zello chats. I said “We’re sticking together and sticking to the plan”. The plan was clearly articulated; to escort the VIP’s and Congressmen – not to attack the Capitol. You couldn’t swing a dead cat in my text messages without hitting a mention of VIP’s, Congressmen, Protective Details or Antifa. It’s obvious what the “plan” was, and it WASN’T the Capitol, which was never even mentioned, not even one time. None of that would matter to the corrupt FBI/DOJ. In the charging documents, they simply ignored all the evidence and invented a story out of thin air. And they charged me based on their lie. It was shameless, and my mental health took a nosedive. I wanted to die. But that was not the only issue I suffered.

My arm and ribs were still broken, and I while the men got 10 hours of Recreation per day, I was forced to spend the entire day in Solitary Confinement. My broken ribs and arm throbbed mercilessly as I struggled to find comfort on a paper-thin mat covering a steel bunkbed. There was simply no way to get comfortable. After a few days, Medical called me down to replace their SAM Splint with something more permanent. The cast they attempted to put on was not molded to my arm properly at all, and looked like a … well, like a sledgehammer. They screwed it up so badly, and when it dried, it put pressure ON the broken bone, rather than supporting it. My arm hurt so badly, I quite literally cried. The medics ultimately took it off and wrapped it in an ACE Bandage until they could reattempt to put the cast on it. But, they would never get their chance. I would soon be gone from their facility. The next day, I was taken into custody by the same FBI Agents, loaded into their paddy wagon, and driven to the nearby courthouse for my Arraignment. The US Marshals took my DNA, fingerprints and brought me into the digital courtroom to meet Judge Faruqi. That moment is when I discovered just how strongly they were throwing the book at me. I was charged with Obstruction of an Official Proceeding. Conspiracy. Conspiracy to Assault and Maim Police Officers. Destruction of Government Property. Knowingly Entering and Remaining on Capitol Grounds. Violent Entry of a Government Building. The charges totaled up to a total of 37.5 years.

I was astounded. Besides trespassing, I hadn’t committed ANY of those crimes. When Judge Faruqi asked “Do you understand the charges?”, the Media got a big laugh when I replied “I understand that I am charged with them. I just don’t understand why.” Soon articles would flood the airwaves, ridiculing me for my naive response. I did as my temporary Public Defender advised; to waive my right to a Bond Hearing in Ohio. He said, “He will deny you Bond. You’re better off being extradited and fighting for Bond in Washington DC”. Nope. But at the time it gave me hope. After Donovan Crowl’s hearing, we were loaded into the paddy wagon. Back at the jail, Donovan and I looked at each other in the elevator. Handcuffed and flanked by guards, I shook my head in shock; completely numb I told him, “Jesus, with the way they’re charging us, we would have been better off if we had killed someone”. Donovan just stared daggers at me. He didn’t say anything. He stared at me in silence; hate filling his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He hated me for being transgender. He hated me for getting him involved with the OathKeepers. He blamed me for everything. I was no longer his best friend. I was just the stupid faggot that ruined his life. Later, during the course of Discovery, I got his jail messages with his Uncle. His emails would say just that; he called me a faggot, he called me “a man”, he called me an “it” that dragged him into everything. Two days later, I was gone. The FBI transferred me to the US Marshals and I was moved to the Butler Country Jail in Cincinnati, Ohio. A new chapter from hell was about to be written and another nightmare awaited.