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.