Behind Enemy Lines - I lost it all.

 I I have lost it all. Meaning everything that was in the storage unit in Commerce City is gone. I could not pay the 300 $18 in 2 months back rent and late fee so everything is gone the lockout cut off and they cut there's lock off, and auctioned everything off I'm sure.  There's nothing I can do about it because I had to change the oil in your car make your car payment and pay for auto insurance and buy gas and food so I had no choice but to let everything go. I'm living out of what's in my car, five boxes at my friend Isaac, and a half field box of DVDs at Tom and Deanna's and that's it. I still have my Sig 556, my Savage Model 99, and of course my Smith & Wesson M&P 40 pistol along with reloading dies some powder or some prime numbers other components and various tools needed to reload ammunition for this weekend so I have left and not much else left in the world. My 1912 Gustav Becker Vienna regulator is probably the most valuable thing that was in storage a lot of my remaining space materials and memorabilia and personal books I had left I think I have pictures of them somewhere and we'll try and find them and post them but I have virtually nothing left in the world but the clothes on my back and what's in my car and a few boxes. Now I am poor.. the only thing I can do is to keep working pay this car off and keep the cash flowing and safe and on the phone a little bit for myself for the future if that's possible anymore in the USA as it is.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

1:22 PM

It has  been many months since I wrote anything in a diary. I have made it thru four more years of hardship, shortages, misconstruements, misunderstandings, a place to live and then losing it, and two vehicles. I now only have the contents of a storage unit in Commerce City, five boxes of ammo and shooting and reloading gear and my two long guns I have left, and nothing else.

My Jeep Cherokee died before Christmas 2014, and I did not get another vehicle till I got snookered into buying into a 2001 Kia Rio, from one of the worst car dealerships in the world, Best Car Buys, and Financier/Corporate Money Grubbing scalper bosses, First Premier Financial. I moved into the rental house my boss, Barbara Barron owns at 11,000 E. 120^th Avenue in Henderson Colorado. I managed to stay there from just after Thanksgiving 2014, till August 1^st, 2015, when I had to move out due to no income for twenty two days during the summer of 2015  because of the Kia being in the repair shop, and No rental car to go to and from work during that down time, hence twenty two days of lost income. 

The Great Change Accelerates, and I'm still trapped behind enemy lines.

I am going thru a hard time in my life now for several different reasons, and there is little if no sympathy, empathy, or understanding of my situation by the vast numbers of people whom I have to deal with in my day to day life.  This is sad, but is normal, as abnormally normal as life gets in this dysfunctional age in which I live.

I have spent over $500.00 on repairs to my Jeep Cherokee, and the money spent on these repairs took money which needed to go to food, gasoline, storage, and recurring fixed expenses that are inflexible and cannot be ignored. I have not worked as much as possible for my day job, and inflation is slowly eating away at the purchasing power of the money I do have, to a marked degree. I just don’t earn enough money to survive, much less prosper, in 2014.

My ‘So-called friends are nit-picking every little thing I do ‘Wrong”, and I don’t hear it directly, I hear about it from one person who orders me around and likes doing it-he must have a control freak complex that’s barely disguised.  He is an alcoholic anyway, and I am about finished with him.

I have also been told that the things I talk about are of no interest, and are NOT important to certain people whom I thought were my “Friends”. If I am NOT free to talk about things that I care about and am interested in, then these people whom I thought were my “Friends”, are NOT.

I find myself talking to fewer and fewer people as each day goes by, and this is a symptom of a deeper set of problems in the USA, and in Western Civilization. Freedom of Expression is frowned upon, and speaking your mind is increasingly discouraged, in order to “Fit In”. I have NEVER “Fit IN”; ask anyone who knows me or knew me in my past, and they will tell you I’ve always been “Weird”, “Strange”, “Crazy”, etc etc etc, ad Nauseum.

I have grown tired of being told to “Shut Up”, “Keep my ideas to myself”, and to “Talk about what others want to talk about, NOT what YOU want to talk about”. The time has come to find new people to associate with, people who can help me, care to help me, and am interested in me for me, Not for what they can get out of me.

Denver does it to me Again ! No More Denver for me, Ever !!!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Well, the Dysfunctional, Feudal Fiefdom of Denver did it to me again. I get to pay $50 for the privilege of working in their city, courtesy of the Ticket Writing Jeep and the Mindless Automaton ticket writing officer-moron who drives it. Never mind that six, yes, SIX people tried to Kill, yes, KILL me today, by driving too fast thru our cone-zone, and the couldn’t be bothered to slow down and drive carefully, why, that would require some sense and common courtesy, some sense of others besides ones self, but NO ! That is beyond and beneath the dignity of Yuppie’s, Illegal Aliens who shouldn’t even be in this country and can’t read English very well, and the run of the mill Liberal Denver citizen, who is Above the Law.

So I now owe (another) $50 to the City and County of Denver for the “Privilege” of working in their city, and for breaking (another) victimless crime law: Parking in a street sweeping zone, when there was NO street sweeper anywhere in sight, and if there were, that person was smart enough to stay away from our work zones on 50^th Avenue between Lowell and King Streets. But NOT the ticket writing mindless Bureaucratic Moron who just lets his ticket printer do its thing, and cost me $50 more that I don’t have, and aren’t going to have.

 

What is it going to take to convince government at all levels that their War on the Middle Class has been successful, and the remnants of the Enlightened Middle Class no longer want to shop or work or live in the Dysfunctional, Feudal Fiefdom that is Denver? This was once decent city, but it has gone horribly wrong; transformed into a Hell on Earth, good for extracting money from those least likely to be able to pay it, and for the benefit of the Criminal Mayor, his Criminal Chief of Police, and the gang of criminals and Crony Capitalists who relish stealing money from the hapless former members of the Upper Middle Class, now living in Reduced Circumstances.

 No one with any Brains left in side their cranium shops, works, or transits thru the Feudal Fiefdom of Denver unless they have NO Choice as I did not today. Everyone I know who is still a member of what is left of the Middle Class shuns Denver like a Plague Victim, and spends their hard earned money somewhere, anywhere else but a Corrupt, Dysfunctional, Feudal Fiefdom that Denver has devolved into, thanks to the Cancer of Socialism.

Remember this, Mayor Hancock and Chief White: I will NEVER spend another penny in the City and County of Denver, So Help Me God!

Apollo 15 26th of July 1971

Jeep pulley failure causes loss of a week's wages, this past week was a wash.

The Jeep Grand Cherokee took a dump again this week, when the pulley on the power steering pump disintegrated while going westbound on I-70. I was stuck on Exit 228 westbound from Monday the 19th at 9 :15 Am, till Thursday the 22nd, at 3:30 PM. Thus I lost an entire weeks worth of work, and the additional cost of $150.00 which must be paid to the man who drove up there twice, to take the pump off, and drove back to put the repaired pump with new pulley on, and get the Jeep jump started and running again.

Saturday, August 17, 2013 The Great Change Accelerates.

This blog is about to get a whole lot more important, as Facebook will be a peripheral web page I refer to or post items to, and almost Nothing personal will go there much anymore. I have my reasons, which seem good to me, and that is good enough reason for me, and for now.

My 55^th birthday is approaching towards the end of the month, and I am still going thru both a painful personal transition in my health, my life situation, my financial situation, and my physical location on the surface of Earth, though still in the CONUS.

It is quite obvious to me that my life is coming to and end in the Denver Metro Area, the DRCOG area of the Front Range conglomeration of cities and towns I have lived and worked in since October 1989, Twenty Three Years, ten months time now. Much of that time was largely wasted, the money going in large part to bills, payments, registration fees, traffic tickets, fines, late fees, etc, etc,  etc. And now that the stream of money is ebbing away, and there is no hope of any new money to come from any extant job in the Front Range, it is clearly time to move somewhere else, and start again in a better freer, less socialist/corporate influenced than this rotting on the vine place has become. More later.