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.

Jeep craps out again, more $ spent to fix it, Financial Hole is deeper than ever, my life ending looms.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

 

Well, two days in a row not that I have not worked, and it is becoming problematic, this lack of full time work at my employer. As is, I was down to 30.8 hours per week for the twenty nine weeks we’ve gone thru so far this year, and that is NOT sufficient to sustain a normal life. Nor is it sufficient to pay off the bills I have incurred this year, much less the debt I am carrying from all the previous years of this economically depressed century so far.

 

My Jeep sustained another failure of the idler pulley on the front of the engine, and this time it shredded the serpentine belt, and it had to be cut apart with a knife, and removed from where it had jammed around the various pulleys on the front of the engine.  Had to call my fellow flagger Tim, who is a mechanic, to come out to my brother’s house to assess the situation with the Jeep, and his mom got a tow strap and towed my Jeep from in front of my brother’s house to 58^th avenue, where Tim was able to put on the new idler pulley, but we did need to add the spacer washers I had used from the old idler pulley from January of this year. Tim did have to drive all the way to the NAPA warehouse, way out in Commerce City, to get a new tensioner as well as the idler pulley, because the tensioner was also old and work out, and had to be replaced. Bless his heart. I paid out all the cash I had on me, including the money I had stashed away for a squirrel rifle, and it came to $91.00 total for the latest Jeep failure. Even deeper in the financial hole.

 

My brother Gary proved himself to be the ogre in the group again on Tuesday. He had No Tools whatsoever to do any work on anything for me, and I do give him full credit for taking me to O’Reilly Auto Parts on old Golden Road to get the serpentine belt for the Jeep, but nothing more. I don’t expect him to turn a wrench, or pay for anything at all. Rather, a better attitude, without all the attendant hypercriticism would be more appropriate for resolving the situation. But that isn’t his way. Typical Noriega. Mom always said Gary tended to the morose, the judgmental, the hypercritical, and the hurtful, less than helpful in a crisis type of person – Not someone I’d want in my retreat group. I’m sorry, but with all his money, expertise, and skills, Gary is on his own as far as surviving TEOTWAWKI. I can’t count on him, so he’s on his own in this matter.

 

The Denver Metro area is continuing it long, slow slide into a third world enclave of poverty, homelessness, urchins, beggars, killer cops, overarching government, and the “I got Mine!” attitude of the yuppies and those Baby Boomers who get retirement money every month, or double dip two pensions. Lucky them. In the meantime, the remnants of the Middle Class are struggling just to keep what they have left, and not surrender everything to Corporate America, and just die and let the government an corporations take what money they have left, and leave them without even enough money to buy a casket, and a burial plot. Many many, MANY people I know are struggling to keep their heads above water, economically speaking, and not drown in debt, or poverty and homelessness.  

 

For myself, I have had to revise my deadline for when I would either kill myself, give up on modern life in the (formerly free) US of A, and just say Fuck It!”, and head for the hills and live as a Mountain Man or Ute Indian, and give up on everything contemporary as a lost cause and a suckers game, which of course it is. With 23 years of lost effort behind me, and NO desire to spend what little money I have left to recover even a modicum of the physical possessions I used to have, and get back to where I was I 1989 when I moved up here, I’ve given up on a “Normal Life”, whatever that was or whatever it meant. I am very close to giving up on it all and disappearing from a country and a people who could care less if I live or die, and whose only concern is whether I continue to make Corporate America, and Government at every level rich, or improve their lot and make them even richer and more entrenched and influential than they already are in Western Civilization, and the US both.  A Pox on anyone and everyone who continues to support a corrupt regime and system of organizations that are basically tyrannical and authoritarian, bureaucratic, and hierarchical in nature, and an anathema to the individual and their Rights and powers.

 

Te descent into my present sad state began way back in 2000, when I quit Kroger for them abusing me at work, and there was No Union Representative there to do anything about it. The degradation continued in March 2004 when I got fired from Meadow Gold, and I have never recovered from that economic calamity either. Since then, it has been a continual slide into poverty and want, and only getting 30 hours of work and work’s pay per week doesn’t help at all. So no matter what I do, the lack of steady money in sufficient quantities to allow a normal life has resulted in my current sad state, where I’m about to lose everything and have Nothing left of any value whatsoever in life.

 

I also am dismissed by my brother, by what few friends I have left, and virtually every person I know, and they all dismiss my views of the state of the Nation and the World, the state of the economy, the slide into a Police State, the inflation of prices and loss of purchasing power of the dollar, and the loss of Basic Freedoms and Rights guaranteed by the Bill of Rights, and the growth of Tyranny in the US, from every level of government from local governments, to the Senate, House of Representatives, the Obama Administration, and the Bureaucracy and regulators at every level. I am a lone voice amongst my so called “Friends”, and “Associates”. There are only a few people whom I know who are preparing for hard times, an economic and social collapse, and the end of the USA as a Free Country.

 

I am far from being “Prepared” now, than I was in Aril 2011, when the first burglary took place, and the first guns were stolen from me, and my personal property was taken by a burglar or burglars, and my life as I knew it started to come apart. I could no more survive a collapse of society now than I could fly to the Moon by flapping my arms. I have less in the way of provisions now than then, less ammunition and components, no powder, no reloading gear, no extra magazines, none of what I used to have. And no one cares one way or another about any of that. No one thinks about me one way or another. And certainly no one has invited me into their group or family or any other kind of personal organization to help me rebuild my supplies, stocks, and tools, parts, etc, and at least get to a basic level of preparedness against whatever chaos is coming to the US.

 

I think my only alternative is to stock up what I can, week by week, and get a few months of the very basics together, and this will be far from the deep larder I expected to have by now. Doing a Mormon type of basics of wheat, oats, corn, flour, etc, will have to do for stocking up on food till such time as I can find wild foods, or grow food in raised beds, or connect with other people who perceive as I do, that our way of life as we have known it is rapidly coming to and end, and it will soon be time to be prepared and ready, or die.

First Post about why Denver Sucks as a place to live, and why it is time to leave.

Today I start the chronicle of everything that has happened in the Twenty first Century to make me decide my life as I’ve known it, is over, and to give up ever having a “normal” life, ever again.

To begin with, the state of the economy, which is bad, and getting worse, at least for the working man and woman, those without a degree, or advanced training in some scientific-engineering-technical area, or medicine, or computers, and many of the 50 something’s don’t have these degrees, so they are left out of any economic expansion, and the first subject to an economic contraction, which is the rule these latter days.

Add to that I now have type 2 Diabetes, which is managed with Metformin, 500 Mg, twice a day, once in the morning, once in the evening. But this is a progressive disease, the tendency to have it is inherited, and I definitely inherited it. It will eventually claim my life, and I’ll be dead as a result of it’s debilitating effects. Blindness, cardiovascular diseases, heart attacks, strokes, amputated legs, neuropathy, all of that awaits me, and the symptoms can be managed, but diabetes is a progressive disease, and it will eventually claim my life. So be it. My life has been a Bitter Disappointment in so m any ways, that it would take a book length manuscript to document it all, and I am writing such a book, in fact.

The 21^st Century has been a Financial and a Personal disaster for me in many different ways. Three burglaries in April 2011, Christmas Day 2012, and February 22, 2013, deprived me of nine different personal firearms that were either my family’s legacy guns, or my own, bought with much time and effort, and some thief or thieves took them all from me. I lost a ~ $ 13,000.00 Machine gun, my legally converted AR-15/M-4 carbine, and it is irreplaceable, especially with the current anti gun, anti 2^nd Amendment bias of the socialists in power in Washington D.C., as well as here in Colorado.

I also lost a Weatherby Mk V hunting rifle in .300 Weatherby magnum caliber which I got for a cut rate price from one of my favorite gun stores on Earth, and it too, is irreplaceable for the price I paid for it, about half of what I would have paid for it new. It had a variable power scope on top of it, and the scope alone was worth at least $250.00.

Also stolen was my father’s Remington Model 721 Scope sighted hunting rifle, in .270 Winchester caliber. And my mother’s Winchester model 94 Carbine, in .30-30 Winchester caliber. My father’s and Mother’s rifles, which should have  been passed onto my nephews and niece, but now this will not happen, because of a damned low life burglar, who probably sold these two rifles for drugs, or to Mexicans who took them south of the border for use by people who would not otherwise have the money or the means to buy two fairly modern American hunting  rifles.

 

Also stolen was a semiautomatic .22 short, long, and long rifle shooting rimfire Remington Model 550-1 rifle that was not shot in many years, and was cleaned, and ready to be shot at rabbits and squirrels, and unfortunately, this won’t happen either.

I also lost two Swedish Mauser rifles, a Model 96Long Rifle made in 1911, and a Model 94 Carbine, a rare variant, made in 1903, that can likely never be replaced. And reloading dies, hand and progressive presses, bullets, powder, primers, and cases all were taken by a burglar or burglars who likely knew what I had, and there can be only two or three people who knew what I had in storage, and that is the boyfriend of the former manager of that Public Storage complex, who was the only person who saw the AR case, and the case with the Weatherby and the Swedish Mauser long rifle in the front of the unit near the door.

 The Denver Police Department and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives were informed about these firearms thefts, but I’ve Never heard a word back from any of them, and likely never will. Thanks a Lot, Law Enforcement. Multiple Felonies were commited against me and much personal property was stolen that can never be replaced, and Nothing can or will be done about this ?

My advice to people who suffer crimes is this: Deal with it Yourself. Don’t talk to Law Enforcement At All. Shun them; they are NOT interested in doing what is right, only in getting more people caught up in the “Justice” system, and gathering more and more power for themselves.

A view of Apollo 16's Lunar Rover, a good dependable car that cost $2 Million.

Apollo 16’s Lunar Rover was driven over 20 miles on the three EVA’s at Descartes, and this is a good picture of the television camera on the right front of the vehicle, that took hour after hour of color television, and made it seem like those watching back on earth, were the third Astronaut, viewing where no man had been before.

 

 

                             And a picture of Charlie Duke working near the rover on the surface of the Moon.

                   And a good processed image to remove glare, showing the rover and the LM Orion.

Apollo 16 Lunar Rover Grand Prix: My Favorite Apollo movie film.

Towards the end of EVA-1, John Young drove the Lunar Rover solo, with Charlie Duke filming his drive to and from the direction of the LM for engineers at Boeing, so they could have documentation of how the Rover actually performed on the lunar surface. This movie is one of my all time favorites from Apollo, and shows how much the Rover drove like “A combination of a bucking bronco, and a rowboat in a rough sea”, according to Dave Scott of Apollo 15, the first Rover driver. 4-wheeling - On the Moon!

The first flight of Orbital Science Company’s Taurus rocket on the A-One maiden launch went well. The booster delivered the dummy Cygnus payload simulator into orbit, and everything appeared to go well with the launch. Delayed twice, first by an umbilical and unacceptable weather Saturday, the Antares rocket ignited, and roared off the pad and arced northeast away from Wallops Island, Virginia, and NASA TV provided live coverage of the launch.

 

Television from both ground tracking cameras and onboard the first and second stages of the Antares rocket were sent down to the ground, and here is what some of the images looked like:

 

    First stage burning properly during the first stage of ascent.

         First stage separation and the first stage falling away as the upper
         stage accelerates to orbit.

 

Second stage shutdown and the Cygnus payload simulator is in orbit.

 

All in all an apparently very successful debut flight for the second COTS resupply company, and the International Space Station is going to have a second company able to supply cargo to the orbital outpost. Hurrah for OSC/Taurus! Way to Go!

 

 

 

 

41 years ago today - Apollo 16 EVA 1.

                               Immediate area of the LM, and AlSEP site.
 

  41 years ago today, Apollo 16 astronauts John Young and Charlie Duke were walking on the moon on EVA 1, their first excursions outside of the Lunar Module Orion. Young and Duke had stepped onto the lunar surface, set up the flag, deployed the lunar rover, unloaded the ALSEP scientific package, and then began to set up the ALSEP southwest of Orion.

   I was in 8^th grade at the time, and left school early that afternoon, playing hooky, to watch EVA 1 on television. I had not gotten home till Young and Duke were at Station 1, and did not see Young rip the cable from the Central Station to the Heat Flow electronics box, because he couldn’t see the cable because the control unit for his spacesuit was in the way.

  I did get home in time to see Young and Duke working at Station 1, and saw Duke pick up a medium sized rock that was sticking out of the surface near the lunar rover. He told capcom Tony England back at Mission Control in Houston, Texas, that if he fell in Plum crater, Mulhberger, one of the scientists back in the science support room behind the MOCR, had “had it!”

   I wanted to include several pictures of the landing site from orbit, pictures from the surface, and some personal reminisces of my watching the exploration of Descartes by Young and Duke, as witnessed by me, and millions of others, on live television from the surface of the Moon.

 

 

  I remember Young jumped up twice for both the television camera on the rover, and Charlie Duke’s Hasselblad, and this was one of the more memorable flag saluting pictures from all of Apollo.

 

 

  Once at the ALSEP site, Young accidentally tore the cable for the Heat Flow probes loose from the ALSEP central station to the electronics box, and this was the worst loss of the mission. The rest of the ALSEP deployment went nominally, and everything else worked.

            The Heat Flow Electronics box, view looking Southwest.

Young and Duke then drove west south west of the LM to sample around Flag Crater, Station 1 on their itinerary outside Orion on EVA 1. They sampled on the Northeast corner of Plum Crater, then back near the Rover, where Charlie Duke picked up a “Great Scott’ sized rock with white crystals on top of it, on direction of the geologists in the Science Support Room. It was during this part of EVA 1 that I got home, turned on the TV, and saw some limited amount of live coverage on the networks, (ABC & CBS as I recall)

                      John Young's panorama at Station 1

        A  TV Capture image of Charlie Duke grabbing the Great Scott rock on the rim of Plum Crater.

 

 

 

Antares launch postponed due to weather, crowds, will try again Sunday.

   Orbital Sciences Corporation had to scrub the second launch attempt of their new Antares expendable launch vehicle due to unacceptable winds aloft, and people being too close to the areas where the vehicle could come down in pieces if there were to be a range safety destruct command and the vehicle exploded on command as it should. So, they will try again tomorrow, and hopefully the weather and crowds will cooperate then, as was not the case today.

  The first attempt to launch the Antares rocket with a dummy Cygnus spacecraft aboard was scrubbed with 10 minutes to go on the countdown, due to an umbilical coming out from the second stage of the booster prematurely. The launch control team ended the countdown, and they will try again in two days or more. These things happen, and at least the booster and its payload weren’t destroyed in a failure on ascent, or any other malady that can bedevil a launcher’s first try to launch a spacecraft to orbit.

   The launch team will recycle and try again, and maybe next time Antares will vault into orbit, and Orbital Sciences will prove they have the Right Stuff to send cargo to the International Space Station, as they are determined to do for their customer, NASA. Better luck next time OSC. You can do it!

A Victory for Freedom, and a respite from Tyranny. Gun Control Fails in the US Senate !

  

  Well, Freedom and the Bill of Rights triumphed today, and the Forces of Tyranny received a blow I hope they won't soon recover from. Turncoat Toomey, a RINO, Failed to gut the 2nd Amendment, and the Socialist's in the Senate Failed to take what is NOT theirs to take in the first place, namely Rights ! Thanks Be to God !

  Polls show the general publilc is way more concerned with the stagnant state of the US economy, the decade long stagnation in earnings and wages, the continual erosion of purchasing power caused by creeping inflation brought on by a decade of spending on war, bailouts, and waste, fraud, and abuse. The siren song of gun control failed to convince those who can stll think and reason in the US, that a further erosion of the Bill of Rights in general, and the 2nd Amendment in particular would do anything to make American's safer, and lessen crime.

  At least I will be able to buy a hunting rifle from a private party, and not have to go onto a government list of who does and does not own a hunting rifle, or any other firearm. It's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS Federal, State, or Local government. Let today's vote in the US Senate be a wake up call to Tyrants and Bureaucrats at All levels of government, everywhere in the USA: "We don't need or want any more gun control; we will control Ourselvese !". Leave us, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights Alone.

  The next step, in my opinion, should be to organize the pro-Freedom, Pro-Gun and Gun Rights, and Pro Constitution-Limited Government-Individual Rights people into a Network that can form at a moment's notice to defend Freedom and Defeat Tyranny and Opression, and work on defeating the RINO's and Socialists come the next election, in November 2014. Then we can breathe a little easier, and let Tyrants and Socialists know, that they are NOT Welcome in the Land of the still Free, and the Home of some us who are Still Brave !

Lucky the Idaho Wonder Dog !

I would be remiss if I did not include in my writings about my new friend Steff Barnes of Idaho, and her remarkable dog Lucky. Lucky is a mixed breed, a farm dog by all apparent evidence, and a loyal and faithful companion and friend to Steff. Lucky lives in the yard, has an A-Frame dog house, but often prefers to sleep on the ground, and is happy to be played with or taken for a walk, no matter the length. He is a happy dog as far as I can determine, but he does get bored often because Steff is working or doing the necessary chores and daily duties life and work require, so Lucky can’t be played with or paid attention to every minute of every day. Still, he is a good dog, and I can’t wait to journey up to Idaho to meet and visit with Steff, and meet and get acquainted with Lucky. I even dream of being with that dog, having him lie down next to me as I go to sleep in my sleeping bag, and he guards me for the duration of the night, and is my companion under the light of the Moon and the pinpoint of lights that are the distant stars. Steff looks out the window at us, making sure we’re safe and sound, and she waves at us, and we see the words “Goodnight Perry!”, and “‘Nite Lucky!” as she says them, but can’t hear them for the window glass, but we know she said them nevertheless.

Lucky is a good looking dog, predominantly black in color, with white front and back paws, a white chest ring widest on the front, and a white off-center stripe running up the “stop”, the narrow furrow between the eyes running up the front of the skull that canids have. He has light to medium brown eyes, and a black nose. He looks like a live dog too, and when the light from the sun or other source hits his eyes just right, they shine with an inner light all their own. You really can see Lucky for the living dog he is when this happens.

Lucky should be taken for walks as often as possible, and when I get up to Idaho to meet Steff and her erstwhile dog, Lucky will be taken for rides in my Jeep, hang his head out the back windows as a dog should do on a fine spring day, and ride the wind as he deserves to. “Ride the wind, Lucky-Ride the Wind! “

Thank God for a Good Dog! One of God’s finest, most faithful and loving creatures. Hurrah for Lucky, the Idaho Wonder dog!

End Of The Human Race?

End Of The Human Race?

Is It Time To Organize The Revolution?

Is It Time To Organize The Revolution?

My so called life, March 2013-still living, but to what point?

To

To Whom It May Concern:

It is obvious to anyone who pays the least attention to news and current events that the political, economic, and social situation in the State of Colorado has deteriorated significantly, and as a result, Colorado is no longer the state it was, hence is no longer a fit place to live for Freedomistas or believers that small government is good government, and that those in government are merely public servants, not tyrants or lords and masters of anyone besides themselves.  Thus my decision to leave Colorado as soon as practicable, and find another state in the United States of America to live in that still believes in limited government, the rule of as few laws as possible, and that the individual and the family are the ultimate source of political and economic power on the Earth, in ages and times past, now, and likely forever or until time and space come to an end and the Universe as it is now, is no more.

I am a Western man, born and raised in the West, and cannot imagine living anywhere there is not wide open spaces, mountains, valleys, cool nights and decent days in summer, chill winters and snow everywhere, and always the freedom to go where you please, when you please, with whom you please, or not. More often than not I am alone; being a loner by nature and by society deciding I am “weird”, has consigned me to the category of loner for as long as I can remember. So be it. The company of most people is kryptonite to me, and I find the company of a dog, a storm, the moon and stars and planets, a greater comfort to me than any ten random homo sapiens put together in a group to more likely than not harass and bother me for no good reason.

Being a loner has been very difficult, often damn near impossible. Any chance for love was ruined by “the weird”, so I never found love from anyone I wanted. And rejection is more a companion to me than a woman, so there has been nothing to do but be alone and stay alone. And although I don’t like it, and get tired of being alone, after fifty years of enforced separation from the mass of humanity due to “the weird”, I am used to being alone. I don’t like it much of the time, but with the increasing dysfunction and sheeple like thinking of many people, being alone most of the time isn’t such a bad thing after all.

I do miss the love of a good woman, and would have loved to be married, have two children, and have been a father and a husband both, but lack of economic success, low level employment, and “the weird” destroyed whatever chance to have a “normal life” I did have when I was a young man and still had my whole adulthood ahead of me.

Finally took the M&P .45 home on Saturday the 2 nd.

I finally went and got my Smith & Wesson Military & Police .45 full size pistol on Saturday the 2^nd of February, at approximately 4 PM. I paid $200 and got $20 change back, signed the back of the 4473 form confirming I picked up the pistol, pulled it out of the case, examined it briefly, then put it back in the case and walked around Green Mtn. Guns for a bit, still dazed by the experience of having a full sized self defense pistol again in a major caliber after years of fooling with 9 millimeters. My last .45 was a H&K USP, and I never shot it, it just stayed in it’s plastic case on top of the bookcase gary now has, and I pawned it for money in the mistaken belief that I would get a job and earn enough money to redeem it out of that pawn shop, but that never happened, so I lost that .45 along with all but three of my guns.

I did pull the pistol out in my Cherokee, and took pictures galore of it, then went to Lone Star to celebrate by eating a burger, fries, drink coffee and Ice water, and these days, that for me constitutes celebrating. I also wore it under my grey pullover long sleeve shirt, just to see and feel how it conceals. I need an inside the pants holster for it; the pistol is full size and it wants to fall out of my pants, and did in fact twice. The first, when I went to the bathroom to use the commode, and the second when I paid my bill and left to get to my Jeep to leave.

My impressioin of this pistol is that it is Big, but not bulky, and is rather trim in width and svelte compared to a full size 1911 Gov’t model .45. Smith & Wesson achieved a miracle in getting the frame and slide to hold 10 cartridges in the magazine and still have the pistol fit into the size envelope it does. It also feels lighter than a comparable 1911 style pistol, and the zytel plastic frame and lightweight parts of the controls inside the frame no doubt lighten the pistol.

The next day (Sunday) I did manage to take the pistol apart and the frame tool is very hard to get out of it’s recess in the back part of the grip. I had to use the regular screwdriver blade on my trusty Swiss Army knife as a pry bar to pry the tool out of is’s recess, and even turning it is difficult. But I finally got it rotated 90 degrees, and pulled it out of the recess. The I locked the slide back, and used the tool to lower the sear deactication lever to allow the slide to run forward when the slide lock lever on the left side of the frame is in the lower position. I got the slide off, flipped the slide upside down, and pulled out the recoil spring guide and spring from the detent on the bottom of the barrel, then took the barrel out of the slide. I also took many pictures of the barrel, slide, recoil spring and guide, magazine, frame and all from differnet angles and got images of all sides of the major components.

I wiped off the excess lubricent from the factory, and put the pistol back together again, and took it apart several more times to make sure I got the procedure down pat. The I took some more pictures of the reassembled pistol on my right leg and in the case, then packed it back in it’s blue case, and hid it in my Jeep so on one can easily find it and steal it.

The next day I went to Dick’s Sporting Goods and bought a Field & Stream cleaing accessories pack, which included a .44 and .45 bronze brush, a patch holder, 20 cleaning patches to fit a .44 or .45, and a brass jag for tight fitting a patch down the  barrel. I pulled out the cleaing kit for my Sig and can use the handle-extension with the extension holder, and thank God the threads are the same size and pitch, and fit. So I can use the military cleaning rod section for the intitial cleaning of my M&P and don’t have to buy a new cleaning rod for it, at least not yet.

I have not yet cleaned the factory oil and grease off the pistol, but will do that the first chance I get to do so in (relative) privacy away from prying and no doubt paranoid eyes, and lube it. I only wish I had some Hoppe’s # 9 to clean it with, but will have to depend on the bottle of Break Free CLP I have in the plastic bag with the cleaning rod, jags, brushes, patches, etc, for the Sig. I won’t be able to afford any Break Free till I get paid on Friday and will try to clean the pistol on Friday evening or on Saturday next. I miss the smell of Hoppe’s # 9. It just seems to make a firearm all the cleaner and breaks it in, in a traditional way. Soon.

Meanwile, some images of my new pistol. A keeper for concealed carry/self defense and one I intend to have till the day I die.

I have contemplated the firearms I want to replace the stolen remnants of my once extensive gun collection, and have decided a grand total of about ten would suffice for all my realistic needs and wants for the rest of my life. I have had all the “toy guns”, “fun guns”, “collector guns”, “novelty guns”, and “miscellaneous guns” I’ve had in my thirty nine years of shooting, and the remaining firearms will actually be used for varminting, small game hunting, big game hunting, home defense, personal defense, and Militia use, and nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else.

 I have had two AK’s, the first a Maadi from Egypt, the second a Chinese Type 56 commercial rifle for the American Market, two SKS carbines, a very old (1895) Mosin Nagant with hexagonal receiver, arshin sights, and a very long barrel, that I in fact never shot. It was in my collection from 1985 till I pawned and lost in about 2001. I had two 98 K Mauser’s in 8x57mm Mauser, a Model 94 Mauser Carbine in 6.5x55, a Model 96 Long rifle in 6.5x55 mm, a Model 93 Mauser in 7x57mm Mauser, a H&K USP Compact pistol in .45 ACP that sat in it’s case for four years, and was never shot and it too was lost in a Pawn Shop in the vain expectation money would be forthcoming to retrieve it. Two Browning Hi-Power pistols, a Mk III, a Silver Chrome with adjustable sights, two BDM 9x19 mm pistols one of which I had for four years and never shot till it too was lost in a pawn shop. A Sporterized Schmidt-Rubin in 7.5x55 Swiss that some ‘Bubba” butchered in his attempt to make a cheap sporting rifle, two Arisaka’s, one a long rifle with intact Chrysanthemum on the receiver crest, in caliber 6.5x58 mm Jap, the other a Type 99 rifle from WW II in 7.7x58 mm Jap, a Winchester M-1 Garand that was a National Match rifle in .30-06 Springfield, a 1903-A3 Springfield bolt action which was my first bolt action hi powered rifle in September 1976, stolen in 1988, a Remington 870 Shotgun in 12 gauge, a inch pattern FN-FAL/L1A1 British rifle in 7.62x51 mm NATO, (another rifle I wish I still had and lost in a pawn shop) my AR-15 Sporter that was converted to a selective fire Title II rifle in 1986 before it couldn’t be done legally anymore, then picked up in December 1988 and shot not nearly enough till it was stolen  in the first burglary from my storage unit in April 2011, two Smith & Wesson Model 29’s, the first a full under lug 8 3/8” barrel, the second a 8 3/8 “ tapered under lug barrel, a Smith and Wesson Model 59 in Nickel finish, a Smith and Wesson Model 586 4” blued revolver that caused me trouble twice in the late 1980’s, and was the only firearm I ever owned that could have actually killed someone, a 7 ½ “ Ruger Redhawk blued revolver, a Dan Wesson 15 2-VH “Pistol-Pac” revolver with four different length barrels in a very nice velvet lined aluminum case, a Colt Mk IV-Series 70 .45 ACP pistol from the late 1970’s, a very old Springfield “Trapdoor” Army rifle from 1887 in .45-70 Gov’t, a 1861 Springfield rifle-musket reproduction, a .45 flintlock long rifle, a Pietta .44 percussion revolver that also was stolen, an old Iver Johnson “American” model revolver in .32 S&W caliber, mom’s S7W Model 10 .38 Special revolver that disappeared when she died, and Dad’s Remington Model 721 in .270 WCF, Mom’s Winchester Model 94 in .30 WCF, their Remington 550-1 .22 semiautomatic rifle, all three of which were stolen on Christmas Day 2012, and I think that’s it, unless I remember another firearm to list amongst the one’s I’ve had since 1975.

The only firearms I have left are my Sig-Sauer 556 Classic semiautomatic rifle in 5.56x45 mm NATO, and my relatively new Broomhandle Mauser pistol with a very long 12 inch barrel, a Federal Ordnance pistol with a 1902 made barrel and receiver, 1930’s era guts, and a newly manufactured ~ 1990 lower receiver, and that’s it. No hunting rifles for any size of game, no shotgun(s) for any waterfowl, upland game, small game or any kind of hunting whatsoever, and no .22 of any kind.

Obviously I will need to replace these many guns that are now gone with a few new ones that can fulfill the many roles these many rifles pistols revolvers and shotgun filled from 1975 till now. The Smith 7 Wesson M&P .45 is merely the first of what will replace the many guns I’ve had with a few that will meet my needs for hunting, target shooting, self defense, fun-gun(s) and Militia use for the rest of my life. Suggestions on a good deer-elk-antelope-coyote hunting rifle, shotgun, rimfire rifle and pistol/revolver, and maybe really big game rifle are welcomed.

I wanted to add my earlier Facebook post on the damnable burglary on Christmas Day that basically took my old life, my family records, my remaining guns, and tools, reloading components, etc, basically, my life as I knew it from me. : On December 25^th someone cut two paddle locks and got into my unit, # E-109. They took at least ten boxes of items including ammunition, reloading supplies, personal and family papers that are irreplaceable, and at least five firearms. These were family guns and are irreplaceable.

My identity and that of my deceased parents, both sets of grandparents were also basically stolen, as a box of family records and photos, etc, were stolen. So I now have to inform the credit reporting agencies and the Internal Revenue Service of this. Also stolen were tax records for this entire decade, and my identity will be used for financial fraud because of this no doubt.

The firearms taken were as follows:

·        Remington Model 721, Caliber .270 Winchester, serial # 353334

·        Winchester Model 94 carbine, serial # 2023353

·        Swedish Mauser carbine Model 1894, serial # 16134

·        Iver Johnson revolver, caliber .32 S&W, serial # 87785

·        Remington Model 550-1 rifle, caliber .22 long rifle# unknown.

The Social Security numbers taken were from the following people, now deceased:

·              Manuel Charles Noriega

·              Lorraine Gloria Noriega

·              Bernie John Noriega

·              Rachel Noriega

·              Frank Gallegos

·              Eliria Gallegos

I am basically finished with the Front Range of Colorado; this entire stretch of interconnected cities, municipalities, hovels, flats, apartment complexes, warehouse districts, and otherwise degenerate mass of humanity is Nothing to me anymore. People here have basically proven to me they are takers, users, liars, degenerates, low-lifes, do-nothings, gossips, beggars, ignoramuses, and generally associated biped-hominid lesser evolved hairless apes.

The sooner I am gone from this den of degenerates, the better. The 23 years I’ve spent here in the Denver Metro area has basically been a waste, and nothing good has been gained from being here. None of the people I’ve met here have proven loyal friends, dependable colleagues, or reliable allies for anything at all. All of them have been prove to be less than desirable people for anything useful at all, and all of them are not worth knowing for any good reason whatsoever.  

 I intend to post a list of the worst offenders, the very very few people who were exceptional, and anecdotes and stories about the best and worst incidents that happened to me from October 1989 till the present time and era, January 2013. No time for it today,  but it will be a work in progress, and serve to illustrate the largely degenerate nature of people here in the Front Range of Colorado, and why I believe this entire area is headed for a Second Coming, and soon. More later.