Archive for January, 2011

Execution Date

Posted in Uncategorized on January 31, 2011 by tamouzmedia3

Death Blog

Texas Death Camp


January 25th, 2011  1:19am

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a Dead Man

“When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on”

it’s early in the morning, the voices inside my head have room to think in the peace and stillness of this section I’m on, a section I will soon be moved from I’m afraid! Good morning to all, friends and enemies alike. A new day is always a blessing even inside this hellish place of death, drama and sadness.


Before I start, let me share something a wise friend has just sent to me:

Richard Lovelace 1618-1658

“Stone walls do not a prison make,

nor iron bars a cage;

minds innocent and quiet take

that for a hermitage;

if I have freedom in my love

and in my soul am free,

angels alone, that sore above

enjoy such liberty.”


My attorney came to see me on the 20th of January, and has informed me that my day of execution is being set for the 13th of July, 2011… that is not a day of death but a day of freedom… something we all face in life, but something most people refuse to speak of because it’s not fashionable nor is it cool, but we should treat it as part of everyday living, because to live in denial is foolish.

So if this is my actual date as my attorney has just told me, I have 170 days left, then wake up in a better place; a place of freedom. So as soon as the death warrant is issued and this place receives it I will be moved to death watch section with the other condemned souls. I’m told the death watch cells all have cameras inside them. WONDERFUL

Red, White & Blue… still unbroken

True American Till Death & Freedom!

Mark Stroman, 2011



scratching off another day off the calendar

Posted in Uncategorized on January 26, 2011 by tamouzmedia3

Death Blog

Texas Death Camp USA

January 18th, 2011  4:18am

Welcome to my nightmare… Tales from a dead man!

“If we do not plant knowledge when young, it will give us no shade when we are old”

Today is a new day, I think I’m happy but I’m not for certain yet! No voices inside my head and my sleep was un-disturbed and I feel refreshed… could today be a good day after all? Only time will tell. So let me say good morning to all who are reading this and may your day be blessed all the way through! Never take life for granted and never pass up the chance to smile at someone… it’s amazing what a single smile or a few kind words can do for someone.

My morning started a few hours ago and instead of jumping right up as I normally do when my eyes open, I just laid here and looked into my past. If you dig into it, it comes back and that’s exactly what I did this morning. So after re-living a few old times inside my head I decided to get up and wash my weathered old face and brush my teeth and put the water on for the much needed coffee.  So the next part of the morning is the daily prayers and scratching off another day of the calendar and speaking to my family photos on the wall. This is what I do each day inside my own little nightmare.

The execution that was set for the 11th of January was not carried out and the news reports said the condemned soul was eating his final meal when a 11th hours stay came down the wire. I can only imagine what that news brought to him as well as his loved ones… and I am sure it also brought some anger to the other side. It is a very rare event for any Texas condemned to return from the death house in Huntsville. Some men may be wired for optimism, others for doubt, but to return from the Texas death house as he did would have been one helluva shock for me. A mixture of emotions would be soaring through my body and I’m sure “everyone” reading this would feel the same.

Chow time this morning was another rare event; we had a spoon-full of eggs and two biscuits and a few slices of peach from a can. Today is the 18th of January and so far we have had them horror-story pancakes fed to us 13 days this month. No one hardly gets up to eat these because they feed’em so much and the end result is a waste of food and money. It’s wrong as hell because we have millions of people worldwide who are starving and went to bed last night with nothing to eat.

It’s now 8:20am and I’ve just seen the boogie man… yes folks, real time monsters do exist. How do I know this you wonder? It’s easy, my cell is in front of the recreation cage and at the moment I have a deranged baby killer walking around in circles… yes it’s a sight to see and makes my stomach churn. Just wondering what horrors this person holds inside his head is alarming indeed. This for me is another reason I do not consider this a life… hell it’s barely an existence and a nightmare to be around so many child-molesters and baby killers… each and every day!

Thank goodness today we have a decent crew of guards… the guards can do nothing to improve the physical conditions of this place, but their kindness is truly lifesaving!

True American Till Death

Red, White & Blue!

Mark Stroman, 2011


Ain’t much left…I’ve lost all I had…but I am alive and still unbroken.

Posted in Uncategorized on January 19, 2011 by tamouzmedia3

Death Blog… Texas death camp!

January 11th, 2011  2:14pm

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man!

“A healthy spirit conquers adversity, but what can you do when the spirit is crushed?”

It’s execution day in Texas… the killing starts at 6:00pm in Huntsville Texas and as I woke this morning I could not help but think of the condemned and what was going on inside his head… how does one handle the last day of life? Have you ever really gave that any thought? That’s why I do these blogs… to show the outside world what it’s like on the inside of one of the busiest death rows in the USA… Modern America.  I don’t do these blogs for sympathy and I damn sure don’t do them just so I can rant and rave and complain. I want to show the world that no matter what people think we are still human even though we are treated as animals!

The other night I was sound asleep and deep into a fascinating dream of days long past when I was brought back to reality of this evil place by the smell of smoke… I laid there in my bunk for a few moments thinking perhaps that was part of the dream but the smell was growing stronger and stronger and to be honest the smell was a wonderful addition that this existence doesn’t provide so I got up and went to my door. Lo & behold the whole section across the pod was ablaze… and what a sight that was indeed.  It would seem “Lizard” one of the Texas seven prison escapees who is housed on that section all alone had set the run on fire… and it was a bright orange glow on a dark sad night… hahahaha. Even the simple things such as the smell of smoke is missed. IF I had some hotdogs or marshmallows I’d of loved to have been over yonder cooking it up.

Ain’t much left… I’ve lost all I had… but I’m alive and still unbroken and the AMERICAN spirit is in my soul… all the way to the TEXAS DEATH CHAMBER I’ll be one proud and true American not one person can take that from me!

True American Till Death!

Mark Stroman, 2011


“Hope is like a hand full of rain”

Posted in Uncategorized on January 17, 2011 by tamouzmedia3

Death Blog

Texas Death Camp


January 7th, 2011  4:22am

Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a Dead Man

“Better a bread crust shared in love than a slab of prime rib served in hate”

Well look what has snuck up on us all… 2011 is underway and what it has in store for us is yet to be known! Good morning from a small cell on Texas Death Row. The day is off to a normal start and I can only hope for peace of mind and as I say that I do remember my wise grandfather saying, “Hope is like a hand full of rain”! This is the start of my 2011 blogs and for those who are dedicated to the site I personally say thank you.

The funniest thing happened to me on the 28th of December as I sat there in my own little world rocking out to some good ole Southern Rock, by Lynyrd Skynyrd. The news came on at the top of the hour and said stay tuned to learn about the white supremacist who lost his… I thought to myself; hey, this out to be interesting and I wonder who he is? So as I sit through all the other local news awaiting the one story (while I’m drinking my coffee)… and when the story came on I almost spit a mouthful of coffee across my cell. It said “White Supremacist September 11, Rage Killer Loses Appeal… Mark Stroman of Dallas Texas. Well I’ll be damned.

To set the record straight… I am not this huge racist white supremacist as the media portrays me… for one my children’s mother in Texas is half Mexican and half white. That would make my oldest kids mixed and me a bad white supremacist. I am proud to be white… and if being proud to be who I am makes me a white supremacist racist honky that so be it. The ones who know me, know the real deal about all and that is ALL that matters really. So for all of you people out there who are also proud to be who you are, you do know what that makes you? That’s right!

Proud and True American down to the White Bones!

Mark Stroman, 2011

Christmas of Death Row

Posted in Uncategorized on January 9, 2011 by tamouzmedia3

December 28th, 2010 4.15 AM

Welcome to my nightmare… Tales from a Deadman

If you find in your heart to care for somebody else, you will succeed”

The day has started out with the usual yells & screams of  “Chow Time! Chow Time! Lights on if you are eating…pancakes, pancakes…”

Yes another rotten day inside a small cage of Texas Death Row. It always seem to amuse me how the morning meal is handled and I’ll try to explain this so you can get a general idea how this places works.  “Chow Time” starts at 3am, but the actual food cart arrives at 2.30am to each Pod on Death Row. So the ones who work the night shift load the trays on a tray carriage (which holds 7 trays) and also fill up the pitchers of whatever it is that they are serving for the drink with the meal, be it coffee or Juice (which ever it is, it’s watered down). So these state employees who are usually brand new, yell and scream” Chow Time…and pancakes” at the top of their lungs. If you don’t want to turn on your lights they pass your cell and yell “V.R.” to the officer in the Control Picket, whose job it is to write down that you have given a  “V.R.” response. A “V.R. Response” is a “verbal refusal”. So ya see, this place trains its new staff to lie and falsify state documents.

Now, a few minutes ago a condemned prisoner woke up and  he yells to the officers that he hasn’t been fed yet.  The office than says  “oh  you V.R.’d”. So this person has to either raise hell by kicking on the door, or go without his meal of cold pancakes. He decided to yell and kick and bang and scream in order to get his meal. But the  “Chow Cart” has already been taken back to the kitchen and the officers ignore his cries and yells because on the paper work it simply says that he had “V.R.’d!” That is how it works and it’s wrong as ever.

As for the other part of the story, 95% of us despise these raw pancakes because they are fed to us about 5 times per week. And when we are lucky enough to get an egg tray or gravy & Biscuit tray, the feeding process is 100% different. Not one time the officers will yell or scream” Eggs or Gravy Trays”, because if they did there’s a chance more work would have to be done.  So the majority of the officers slip right on by and as quiet as a church mouse when those items are fed.

As for Christmas events on Death Row. It was a day I tried to make the best out of. It’s so damn easy to get pre occupied with negative thoughts and be emotionally unstable here.  If one does not have a strong mind or support group, friends, family, than he’s definitely goner. We did get a whole apple & orange for breakfast, which I loved and savored, each bite. We also had a decent meal with Pork chop & sliced brisket, and pie & cake… That was Christmas for the Row.


Happy New Year to all.


True American

Mark Stroman.