LETTERS FROM PRISON: JEFF MCKELLOP 071724

In the aftermath: As all of you know, our President experienced Supreme Divine Intervention.
If you don’t believe in Christ Almighty, or our Lord and God? You should start. Now is the time to take a knee, start crying while you pray for forgiveness.
What we witnessed that day was the hand of God decending with the touch of a new born, to turn Donald Trump’s head to a 45 degree angle.
I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.
2005-2006, Talafar Iraq. Rounds and tracers coming so close you could reach out, and touch them. That was as close as I’ve come. No where near what DJ Trump went through. The hair on my neck stands when I watch it.
What happen that day? That was truly the hand of God. If there’s another page in the bible to be written? That was it.
DEVINE -TO THE M/F’ING- INTERVENTION!!!!!!!

And the World saw it happen.

I had court yesterday. Status hearing to schedule another Trial date. That never took place. I was never called, I was never summoned. Missed another court appointment. Any one see the repetition? As it is? This’s been happening the entire time I’ve been in jail. Correction Officers stealing my documents, psychological and physical punishment, over 6 months in solitary confinement for no reason, COVID 24/7 lock down w/o ever taking a test! Three Times, 14 days each time. Door opens, food slides in, door closes. Repeat. When I was first incarcerated. I spend another six months in lock down 23/1. Wanna know what reading the same book over an over again feel like? “Cat in the Hat.”
No one calls it out. Just vote better next time right?
Due Process Violation. Again. Again. Again.
My new and improved attorney has a plan.
He’s going to keep me in here until Trump takes office. Six more months of waiting for something to take place.
Now: If I were a gambling man? I’d put, my life saving, kids college fund, wife’s wedding ring, car, boat, all of it, on “Red”, spin the wheel and see what happens. Right? Because the attorney knows best. This is his plan. There is no plan “B”.
I didn’t get a Diet Dr. Pepper, I didn’t get a “Big Texas Cinnamon Roll, Nor a “Donut Stick.” “Listen to this plan Jeff. It’s good.”
I sit here and wait. Watching. Waiting on something that’s considered a hypothetical. Putting all my hopes and dreams into one basket and pray for the best. Right?
Being in the Military has taught me one thing(out of all the things). Always have a back up plan. Always have a, “What IF” Plan. If your wrong? Well, you have extra stuff to wear or eat for some time.
Oh, I’m not using the “Homeless Vet” any more. That’s insulting to Homeless Vets out there. I’m sorry.

Waiting.

Jeff Mckellop
Political Prisoner