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?

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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.