Guest post by J6er Ryan Samsel
This is just an introduction of myself as a first-time writer, explaining who I am, what I have been through, and what my plans are. I am not your typical writer; I am the common man who is willing to put my thoughts into action, unlike many journalists or writers who only offer opinions and mislead people. The great thing about this platform is that it represents true free speech. The Gateway Pundit does not dictate what I write or pay me to write, so I express what I believe we all feel and want to know!
Recently, photos of me in what is called a hard cell have gone viral. A post tagged Attorney General Pam Bondi and asked where the justification is in this and why there are no Democrats living like this. Let me start by giving my personal opinion: Would I like to see some of the political opposition in the tiny cell I was in, without clothes? Well, you have to understand the reality we live in first. This is not Democrats vs. Republicans; if you believe this, you are far behind! We are at a point in the world where true evil is rising, and America is the last stand, much like the Alamo. The only difference is we won’t lose!
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Let me provide some background on myself. I was an MMA fighter from Philadelphia who got too old and, well, never made it to the big leagues. I fell back on being a barber, specializing in old-school techniques like hot towel and straight razor shaves.
When COVID hit, I was out of a job and refused all benefits like the PUA or PPP. I learned of a gym in New Jersey called Altis, run by Frank and Ian Smith, who allowed me to cut hair at the gym. Of course, we became targets of Phil Murphy and the goons he sent to attack the gym! I watched as cities burned and the National Guard sat by, given orders to stand down. What were they doing, driving striker vehicles through the city? Their mission was to ensure small businesses remained closed and nobody went to church. But wait a minute—Walmart and Sam’s Club were open! I assume COVID, a single-celled organism, did not go to these large corporations; nope, it only targeted small businesses!
I was living in my car, angry, and often prayed to God to give me a place to do something useful, to make me His tool! Fast forward, and yes, that’s me—the first man to lead the breach at the Capitol.
Shortly after, the blue shirts kicked in not only my door but several people in my family, terrorizing American citizens for the simple fact that they were related to me.
After my arrest, I was taken to a local police station where the FBI showed me photos of men I did not know, asking me to lie about them. Those men, I now know, are Joe Biggs and Ethan Nordean. I had never met these men and had no clue about them.
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But I was shown a photo of a man during my ride to the police station and handed a can of mint Copenhagen snuff, my favorite. I was told I wouldn’t have to go away for long if I just kept my mouth shut. And you know this man—the tall one who is now known as Ray Epps—was just trying to calm me down? At that moment, I felt that God surely heard my prayers, but was I truly built for what I asked for? Well, I would find out fast enough.
I was shipped to the DC Gulag, where I tested positive for COVID and was held in an underground section of the jail that resembled a dungeon. While there, I called my dying father and asked him, “Dad, what do I do?”
My dad’s last words to me, as an old Army veteran, were, “Fuck the FBI.” At that point, I said, “Okay, let’s ride this out,” but I had no clue what was to come.
I was asked to give a secure statement to the government, and I would have to tell them that Joe Biggs and Ethan Nordean convinced me to lead the crowd to the front and that Ray Epps told me to calm down and was there assisting police officers, even attempting to pull one to her feet after she was knocked down. This was a complete lie! None of this was true. I told my lawyer I would not talk to the government, and so, the next day, about 12 hours later at 2:30 AM, I was beaten very badly after being zip-tied by guards.
That morning, Corporal Hase told the 30 of us—the first crew, whom I called the old breed—that he was ordered to do what was about to happen and raise the bar. I was beaten and don’t remember much, but I ended up in the ICU.
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I was transferred between 17 different jails and prisons, kept in isolation, and never in one place too long. Many of the jails recognized that I needed serious medical attention, but the issue was that it’s a process when you’re in custody. You can’t just go to the hospital—NO! It has to be approved by many different people, and do you think DC judges would let this happen?
Judge Jia Cobb could not give a definitive answer on what a woman is, but she could clearly see that the many surgeons recommending I needed surgery could be wrong. So she sent me to Philadelphia, my home city, to get a fourth opinion from a teaching hospital because, of course, I’m the liar, and I was perfectly fine—I just wanted attention. That’s what she said, of course.
Emails between prosecutors, Marshall’s and attorney proving I was falsely labeled as a sex offender to keep me in 24/7 confinement.
Court order that shows Ryan Samsel was being denied legal visits and even court appearances.
At FDC Philadelphia, I was housed on the 8th floor because my prosecutors leaked lies to the media, calling me a sex offender. As you can see in the emails I now have, which I had to sue the government to release, they knew this was not true, but they knew this would keep me in isolation. Keeping me in isolation meant two things: breaking me and keeping me quiet.
I would often speak to Jim Hoft and tell him what was happening in the jails, and the government hated this; it became an information war.
While on the 8th floor, I learned that if you emptied the water out of the toilet, you could yell through the hole and talk to others below us. A floor in the jail is about 30 feet tall, so I would need a minimum of 90 feet of rope to reach Zack Rehl down on the 5th floor. I cut my bed sheets into strips, and he did the same from his cell 90 feet below me. We would connect the sheets, and he felt bad for me because I was not allowed any phone calls, food, or coffee. I would write him notes to tell my family I was okay. Zack, a former Marine, was loyal and there for me.
If not for Zack, I would not have eaten; he would send me food through the rope in the toilet pipe. Most would say it’s gross, but I had to make do.
One guard saw me covered in brown feces all over my arms and hands, pulling on a rope through the toilet. He took me out of the cell, and I was placed in a cell without a toilet! I was held in the cell that many have seen in the photos that have gone viral. Why nude? Because they put me on what is called suicide watch! This meant I would be stripped nude, the lights had to remain on, and a guard would have to take a photo of me and wake me up every 30 minutes. I had to stand and say my name and number.
I was refused all communication with humans, including my attorney. All I had to do was lie for the government and say what they wanted and plead guilty. At this point, I would never plead or bend a knee to them. In my mind, I was fighting for my country; this became a war to me! These people are evil; they wanted me to keep Ray Epps’ name out of my mouth and blame the Proud Boys. Oh yeah, and plead guilty and sign this paper saying President Donald Trump was the reason I went to the Capitol, and I had to publicly shame him in my court hearing. Hahaha!
5th Motion by Ryan Samsel showing cause that he still was refused medical even after three surgeons recommended extensive surgery.
I sat in this cell with shingles. No medical attention, no windows, no contact with the world. I thought if I lived through this, the world would know. The jail would not make me available for my hearings, and the judge ordered the jail to put me on the phone. I had an outburst, begging for medical attention and telling her I was living in a broom closet, making sure to get it on the record, even talking over my judge, who was telling me to keep quiet and shut my mouth.
Not long after that, I was transferred back to Lewisburg Penitentiary, where I was again placed in isolation. I ended up at MDC Brooklyn, where I dealt with gang violence and had to fend for my life often. I prayed for election night to come, and I listened to the radio. I started to cry when I heard the New York Times report that Donald Trump was leading. I hoped he would be my Moses, and for the first time, I felt a sense of pride and love that my countrymen were not only voting for a better country but for me, in a way!
Then, the day before President Trump was inaugurated, I was told to pack my bags by Suzanne Monk. That was the best call I ever had. I lost my composure and dropped the phone to look at my hands because they say we can’t see our hands in our dreams. I was confused; after everything I had been through, it was over!
So what do I do now?
As I write this, I am living day to day. I have nowhere to call home. I sleep in my car some nights and crash at my buddy’s house on others. My life has taken a dramatic turn; I am a different person today. I appreciate being homeless. I appreciate being able to have enough money for a cup of coffee. Most would be bitter and mad at losing everything, but I’m grateful. I never thought growing up that I would end up without a home and spend years in prison. I am denied housing because of my participation on January 6th. I was told by the housing commission that they go off my arrest record, and it doesn’t matter that I was pardoned. I asked, “Why do other felons who get out get help?” The answer I received was that there are laws that protect the well-being and welfare of minorities.
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So I said, “Okay,” and was fine. I take my showers at the gym and eat food at my brother’s and aunt’s. I do look for jobs, but I am often denied, even by those who claim to support President Donald Trump. I won’t name them, but they are very popular here in Pennsylvania and have refused me jobs at their multimillion-dollar health clubs.
The medical care in the United States is unbelievably expensive; I only have a fraction of what the cost would be. A British Marine reached out to me and said he works at a hospital in Turkey and is willing to help me. While there, he will provide me with a place to sleep and my medical treatment for much less than it is here. Think about that! I went through hell for my country, and my country turns me down for treatment. Thanks to Obamacare, I can’t afford the insurance or the premiums, which are now unbelievably high. And of course, that’s only if the hospital accepts it.
My goal now is to get my medical treatment done. After that, I hope to get barber tools and work as a barber, and maybe make it to the great state of Florida, where I would be accepted by those who live there.
I want to save up $50,000 to open a barbershop and relive my life, enjoying what is left of it. I am trying. I reached out to The Gateway and asked if I could contribute twice a month, keep in touch with like-minded people, and start writing. Jim Hoft said of course, and Katie has also been a large part of this, helping me.
So if you want to help me on my journey to start a new life, you can support me by reposting this article and tagging as many people as you can.
Let the world know what I went through, and if you are going through hard times, be glad you are above ground and free.
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Godspeed.
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