This is a rather short blog post – at least for me. Mostly it has to do with my medical condition, my OCD specifically. If I am able to exercise total control over the words of my mouth, it helps keep me calm. It helps to keep my OCD in remission. Trust me, you don’t want me to have a relapse on my OCD.

If I copy and paste material into this blog post, I lose the links and some of the formatting. That leaves me three choices. I can allow a computer program to alter that which I wrote, however slightly. Two, I can go put the links back in, which still leaves me losing a lot of subtlety and nuance. Three, I can eschew the “cut and paste” model altogether, by creating a link to a pdf document written and edited according to the dictates of my own heart.

That being said, you can read the blog post here. I wrote the blog post on word processor and generated to pdf. The pdf document can be viewed in an Adobe reader or in Adobe Acrobat. It has all the links and formatting that I want.

This is how I do things. I squirrel my document away somewhere on my website, www.bustingthefeds.com. I put a single link here, so you can go straight to it. From that pdf document you can follow the bunny trail to other documents that contribute to the story I’m trying to tell. Then I use Facebook and other resources to drive traffic to my blog. That makes it easier for everyone.

The subject of this post is the pleadings and other documents related to my motion for sentence reduction under the First Step Act of 2018. I lost, but that’s not the story. I’m ahead of the game for the fight. Win, lose, draw, or rain out, the fight makes me stronger. As we speak I’m working on my 2255.

Your feedback is valuable. Tell me your likes and dislikes about the message, and about the way I present it. I have thick skin. Speak your mind. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I’m a “speak your mind” kind of guy. Let’s have a robust dialogue.

BTW, my old friend Jack Moseley shuffled his way off this mortal coil while I was locked up. He died Friday, Nov. 15, 2019, in his home with his daughters by his side, at the age of 82. Admittedly that’s a good long life, but then again I did not give him permission to die less than a year before I got to home confinement.

Jack was a master storyteller, and nothing if not an interesting person. Somewhere I read a story about how long a journalist would be remembered after they departed this life. The general consensus was somewhere between a nanosecond and 6 months. He was clearly worth more than 6 months of remembrance.

I’m going to borrow a line of his, that he made famous, in his honor. Over 40 years ago he published a book by the title “Life, luck, & 30.” That’s one of at least 4 of his books currently available on Amazon. Use of this catchy line seems to me an appropriate way to increase the remembrance of this dearly departed inky wretch.

I’m gonna say “life, luck, & 30” at the end of some of my writings. Moseley said it a thousand times if he said it once, often at the end of his opinion pieces in the Southwest Times Record. With any luck I’ll say it a hundred times, maybe more. Lots of folks in the River Valley will think of Jack Moseley every time they see that phrase. I’m appropriating it to myself, partly for me, partly for the reader, and partly for good old Jack Moseley.

Life, luck, & 30.

Oscar Stilley