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.