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.