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14 days before indicting me with crimes in 2024, the British government stole 3,500,000 pounds from every bank account they could find around the globe and said I “evaded tax” hoping I wouldn’t be able to afford lawyers. :)

The very material which sustains the trip through difficult terrain is the material which almost killed you only a few years before.

We talk to Dad all day. Some men’s souls are too great to be contained by lifetimes, his love for us too fierce to obey the ordinary laws of death.

If you don’t feel like giving up, then you haven’t begun to try. The constant and never-ending whisper to quit is the background noise to any of life’s great successes.

From the passage of the Judiciary Act of 1789, 1 Stat. 73, 91, to the present Federal Rules of Criminal Procedure, Rule 46(a)(1), 18 U.S.C.A., federal law has unequivocally provided that a person arrested for a non-capital offense shall be admitted to bail. This traditional right to freedom before conviction permits the unhampered preparation of a defense, and serves to prevent the infliction of punishment prior to conviction. Unless this right to bail before trial is preserved, the presumption of innocence, secured only after centuries of struggle, would lose its meaning.

A rewritten story can throw an innocent man in jail for some time, But it can't keep him in there forever. The truth will come out.

Mentally - everyone is breakable. Rigidity breaks. And you’re finished. Embrace emotion. Feel it and control it. Be sad and enjoy being sad. Be happy and enjoy being happy. You won’t break if you constantly bend. Be like water.

Tristan keeps talking like Chris Hanson in the prison cell and spends 12 hours a day asking me to “take a seat”

Jail time is twice as long when you're innocent.

Harder times are coming. Today? These are the good ol’ days. Smile :)

The timing of my imprisonment was not a coincidence. Prepare for 2027. I'm just a piece they decided they needed to remove. I am not the final objective.

Hundreds of letters. Light in this dark place, I love you all.

In jail, you have food. You are not on fire. You are bored, but you are okay. So why are you suffering? The only torture comes from your own mind. This isn’t just jail… this is life. Control your thoughts or suffer.

A seed fears neither the light or the dark, as it uses both to grow.

When lunch came I stole Tristan's fork. He smiled at me and said. “It's ok Andrew. I will let you have my fork. I consent. Just hope I don’t change my mind 10 years later or you’ll be right back here in this cell”

I have been in jail for 93 days. As of today, the USA has held me in jail longer than Romania did. Romania charged me with crimes after their largest and most expensive investigation in history and held me in jail for less time than the USA did for a 15-year-old British Metoo. Clown world.

Every morning Tristan holds out his open palms and says “Don’t worry Andrew, your destiny is right here, in my hands, I will take care of you” Then he walks across the cell and “trips” to “drop” my imaginary destiny into the toilet. He then stares at me while flushing the toilet 15 times in a row laughing manically.

There is no joy without pain. Pain carves a ravine in your heart. And it’s only the ravine that fills with joy. Without pain, with a smooth undamaged heart, joy splashes off like water off a duck’s back. There is no light without dark.

There is a paint blob on the wall of our cell, which I say looks like a fox's face and Tristan said looks like a Lobster man. Tristan has warned me to accept that it's Lobster man, or I will regret it when the Lobsters come. After 10 days or so of deep and important conversation about this topic, I awoke one morning to see Tristan had been awake all night. He had sketched the shape of Lobster man on pieces of paper and stuck them to the wall with toothpaste. At least 100 of them. I guess he didn’t sleep all night. He kept saying “I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN, I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN” As if I should give a shit. We had a room inspection the same morning (of course we did) and the guard LOST his shit. It was actually embarrassing. I've never seen a full grown man so mad. He was screaming like someone murdered his children. It's paper, who cares? We were dragged out of our cell and thrown into a new one. Me: “Happy now?” Tristan looks at me, says nothing, gets a piece of paper and begins to draw the Lobster man again.

Emory Andrew Tate III Prisoner Number: 52354506