On the Road 12-15-22

On the road today here at ronbosroad.com. This the first blog post and the ronbosroad.com website is under construction. The website and blog are not officially online, but ronbosroad.com is a documentary so it is my job to present the facts and let you, the reader, take it from there.
As I write this blog post, I am in the California desert, living as I have for the past four years, in the back of my truck. My laptop and mobile phone run on solar power. Within fifty yards of my truck, there are at least fifteen other people who no longer have a permanent residence here in the United States. Those I know about, three are veterans like myself, two are senior women. All of us had jobs and homes. Not destitute. Just enough money to survive, not to live.
American refugees CA desert 12-22

Last night was 35°F. A very cold night for seventy year old people to be sleeping outdoors. All of the people here know the harsh reality of being kicked to the street because the people they trusted and paid to prevent this from happening sold them out. Nearly every day I see obvious signs of American society coming apart at the seams, but nobody seems to care as long as everything is going fine in their personal life. Having most of my possessions taken away and left for dead on the side of the road has changed my outlook on things and given me the motivation to do something. I believe that when confronted with evil, you have to stand in the way to the best of your ability, especially if you have the ability and others do not.
Every night since I was run over by the semi truck in 2018, I have had injuries that appear to be permanent. As best as I can deduce, when the 40 ton semi truck hit me doing 50mph, I was knocked unconscious for about a minute and my left side was smashed against the truck door. Wrecked truck

Ever since that day, the pain in my hips, left shoulder and arm make it impossible to sleep, especially in the back of a pickup truck, more than a couple hours at a time. Then I lie awake until the pain subsides. I can only lie down for about six hours before I have to get up and move around. After a sleepless night full of pain, I get up and walk four or five miles before sunrise. That gives me a lot of time to think. I don’t have a nice sit down breakfast so I put out the solar panel, fire up the laptop and put this here for you to consider.
If nothing happens, if I star in the movie version of “Ronbos Road” and become a multimillionaire, or the courageous State Police follow through on their threat to make me “the next veteran suicide”, I’m seventy years old. Whatever happens won’t last long. As a human being, this is all I can do.

A New Day 12-19-22

It is a new day here on Ronbos Road. Every morning I wake up before sunrise so I can go for a four or five mile walk before the sun comes up.

When the sun comes up and hits the solar panel, I’m working on my laptop in the back of my truck. I feel what I’m doing is important and will give it 100% as long as I can.

Happy New Year 2023 1-1-23

Happy New Year 2023 here in America, although “happy” is a relative term with a wide range of application. This is an entry to the website not online, so it is mostly documentation of the motivation behind ronbosroad.com.
The first day of 2023 finds me on BLM land that a few years ago, was a recreational area used primarily by “snowbirds”, mostly retired people in RVs, who would drive down from the northern US and Canada to spend a few months out of the snow. I first came down here after being snowed in for two months in the PacNW so I could do more things retired people are supposed to do.
The second trip down here I was rear ended by a semi truck, insurance refused to pay for anything and within a couple weeks I was a homeless veteran. Instead of coming to this area as a potential new business owner, I was coming here as a homeless person. In the years following the accident, I watched America collapse, fatally crippled by greed. There was no need to “work my way back”, I could watch America collapse from the side of the road.
This area, unnamed because we all know “free speech” comes with repercussions, has changed from a recreational area to a refugee camp. Refugees from America’s broken down, corrupt government and the criminals that actually run the country. These people are not homeless bums. They all had jobs, many of them are veterans, none of them are on drugs. They are lucky to get the prescription drugs they need to stay alive. Some come here to cross the border with Mexico to buy prescription drugs they can’t afford in the United States. Retired people on government pensions who come here to vacation stay at $500/month RV parks with golf and swimming pool. Retired people on Social Security and retirement savings come here. American refugee camp in the desert southwest

American refugee camp in the desert southwest

After being one of these people for five years now, I’ve learned a few things. What is the number one cause of homelessness in the United States? Drug use, like the police and government say? In the past few years, so many people started using drugs that they now live on the street? Like just about everything else in America these days, it’s another lie on top of the huge stack of past lies. The number one reason for homelessness, and second place isn’t even close, is the inability to pay medical bills. Bankrupted, everything in your life you worked for gone because somebody got sick. That’s obscene. What kind of civilized society does that?
Being put on the side of the road, is a terrible thing. You realize that things you have been led to believe are false. Especially for veterans. You believe in your country enough to put your life on the line to protect it. When you’re done, you’re kicked to the street. That’s a tough thing to take.
Camped next to me are two elderly women, like me, living in their vehicles, small compact SUVs. It’s very sad. Put me out in the woods or out in the desert, that’s where I live anyway. To put old women out here like this, living out of a car. What have they done to deserve this? No night on the town, no parties, nobody to talk to on New Years Eve and New Years Day. How happy would you say that is?

In Plain View 1-20-23

America is failing everywhere you look. If you care to look. I’m writing this on my blog that I own instead of contacting(again) government employees about issues on government land that I’m having because I am afraid of retaliation from the people I am asking for help.
Due to no fault of my own, I am a homeless veteran. I have been coming to this particular parcel of BLM land for five years because there is no where else I can go and survive. For those of you in the eastern United States, BLM stands for the Bureau of Land Management, a federal government branch that “manages” large tracts of open space in the American west. Where I live in the Pacific Northwest, it would be hard to find anyone with a good thing to say about them. Commonly known as the Bureau of Land Mismanagement, I never had a problem with them until recently.
To camp on this BLM land, you need a permit. Being the Federal Government, there are plenty of permits. When I tried to buy the permit I needed and had purchased at this same spot the previous five years, I was told that there were no permits available. If I wanted to use the area by the river or the showers, included the the permit I originally wanted to purchase but was “unavailable”, I would have to pay $75, in cash, for a different permit. It wasn’t my fault the permits weren’t printed in time, why was I being held personally responsible for some incompetent government worker? No information on the BLM website and when the “volunteers” told me to call the local BLM office, I got a recording. I came to go fishing, so I paid the $75 cash, no receipt, to camp on public land to a person who is not an employee of the BLM. After the original permits arrived a month or so after the park was technically open, campers with those permits, the one I originally tried to purchase, are allowed to use the areas I had to pay an extra $75 to use and buy the original permit as well.
This BLM land is “managed”, and I use that in the loosest possible connotation, by “volunteers” with connections to the local BLM office. They are not government employees or volunteers, they live on federal land, rent free, utilities paid, no property taxes. A nice, free place to live on the backs of American taxpayers and the citizens who pay to use public land. Aside from the one “volunteer” who cleans the area’s three small restrooms, the other “volunteers” run the all cash permit business. That’s where I had a problem today.
A friend came to visit me here at the BLM area. The park office was closed at 2PM in the afternoon so nobody to ask about permit prices. I took the $75 permit I didn’t want to buy and put it in his window because the “volunteer” who sold me the pass told me I could use it on different vehicles.
This morning, another “volunteer” came over to tell me and my guest the $75 pass was not valid and when I asked him questions about the pass, he told me an entirely different story than the “volunteer” who sold me the pass. My guest stepped in and offered to pay the fee. The “volunteer” grabbed the pass out of my hand and said something to the effect that “this was his pass”. This guy, who has lived in his 50′ motor home twenty yards away from me for the past five years, free of charge, whose wife came over to give me Christmas cookies “because I was such a good neighbor”, after selling me a $75 pass I didn’t need, came over from his palatial land yacht to work his good neighbor, a homeless veteran, for another $15. Give you cookies and take the first opportunity to stab you in the back. Pretty much sums up this day in America. Nobody knows anything at the BLM

I called various BLM offices, working from the local office up to the national headquarters to try and find out what the rules, regulations and official permit prices are with no response other than to call the office I just called and told me to call there. Like the “volunteers”, nobody knows anything and nobody is responsible for anything. The threat of retaliation and being kicked out of the park is real. Last year I saw and elderly retired couple kicked out of the area because their small dog was attacked by an unleashed dog. The other dog owner was kicked out as well, but the message is clear.
Long story short:
Had to pay $75 due to a mistake by a government employee. Be financially responsible for another person’s actions.
The $75 pass was not what the “volunteer”, who lives for free on federal land, who sold it to me said it was.
Another “volunteer” who lives for free on federal land 20 yards away, told me the $75 pass was invalid and I needed to pay $15 for another pass.
There are plenty homeless veterans in this country who would be thankful and do a far better job than any of these “volunteers” who live on public land and collect fees from homeless veterans to earn their free vacation home. Give these government jobs to Americans that have already served the country. That’s not how America works. Even a remote patch of nothing in the desert, there’s corruption on every level of government. One thing, then another, then another. Before you know it, there’s nothing.

In Plain View 2 1-22-23

The earlier post may have been a bit confusing. I don’t want to waste any more time on this, but a photo may give you a better idea of what’s happening. Two Americas

On the left is my truck. As a homeless veteran, I live in it. I come here because it’s too cold to be outside where I live/lived. I have the same privileges as the other thousand or so other people here, the only difference is that, for some reason, I had to pay $75 more than everybody else.
In the background, on the right, is where the BLM “volunteer” that pulled a power trip on me and get another $15 on top of the $75 for the cash only permit operation lives. This huge mobile home, so big it has to be towed by a semi truck, would cost $500-600 a month for space rent with utilities, that in the 105° heat, will be hundreds more. Parked here with two people and a dog, for free. What do you do to live on federal land, rent and tax free, utilities paid? First, you have friends at the local BLM office. Then, whenever you feel like it, once a week or so, you drive your taxpayer funded vehicle around to check permits that will not expire for three months, you’ve been checking for three months and many of these people have not moved in the three months you’ve been checking. “Volunteers” treat long term “visitors” like trespassers or home invaders. A number of these people are veterans and senior citizens whose only crime against humanity was to run out of money one way or another.
Over the years I’ve been coming here, I’ve met some of the local fishermen. They told me that they have been coming here for years and never bought a permit because only out of state vehicles are ticketed for not having a permit. This is about as ironic as it gets because this BLM facility, which of course, is federal land, is in the state of California. It is managed by the BLM office in Arizona and most of the users of this area over the course of the year, including day users, are from Arizona. You don’t have to look too hard to see a lot of people don’t pay to use the area. The long term campers, like me, don’t move and are easier targets. And have out of state plates. Since Arizona, that manages the place, is a far right kind of place, politics wise, and California is far left, I’ve been told this whole deal is a way of “sticking it to the libs”. I would hope that’s not true, but the more time you spend around here and the way America is going, it sounds more reasonable every day.
Just like in the Pacific Northwest, far right on one side, far left on the other, and lucky me always seems to wind up on the Berlin wall in the middle.
Another reason. American veterans are by far the most fucked over people in this country. Now I’ve become one, I see things much differently in regards to patriotism, nationalism and politics. I happened across an online article in the Arizona Republic/AZCentral.com, a media outlet in a far right wing state. They do an excellent job of telling one side of the story, whichever side their client base wants to see.
They had an article about how the state of Arizona is spending $250 million to ensure every homeless veteran has a place to live. Of course, this is total bullshit. The lack of support from the VA and the American government in general that put veterans on the street in the first place. I’m a homeless veteran in the Arizona desert surrounded by other homeless veterans and unfortunate Americans. I haven’t been able to see a VA doctor for an annual physical in over two years. Apparently I don’t even have a doctor any longer, just a Physician’s Assistant. Never met him/her. $250 million for homeless veterans? More like $249,999,999 for administration, overhead and expenses, $1 for homeless veterans. If you read this post and the previous post, you would know that the homeless veterans are paying the rent for government employees, not the other way around.
If you took the salaries and benefit packages from all the organizations claiming to “help” veterans, and gave it to the veterans themselves, there would be no homeless veterans. Like all Americans except government employees, they still would not be able to afford health care, but that’s a whole different story.
The reason for this long post about to what many would consider nothing, is that I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. It’s cold here in the desert, in the thirties last night. Pretty cold for a seventy year old guy to be sleeping outside. The injuries to my hips from the semi accident hurt every night to the point where I have to wake up several times a night. When it’s cold like this, it hurts even more. I wake up when it hurts to much to lay down, and usually go for a walk until the sun comes up. Gives a person plenty of time to think.
The sun is up, solar power for the laptop, time to move on to something more constructive.

Cousin Eddie, Citizen of America 1-26-23

Homeless people are part of America, like it or not. The turmoil of a divided America is going to produce many, many more. Elderly people who worked their entire life only to be kicked to the street because they did not make enough money on retirement funds and social security to pay the bills of the rising price of living in America. People living outdoors because someone in their family got sick, insurance refused to pay, another homeless family on the street. People with mental health problems, America has decided the best treatment for them would be to live under a freeway bridge. American veterans, victimized by the very people they offered their lives to protect. The sense of betrayal by their own nation is something the average Cheeto eating, TV watching American who has done nothing, will never understand.
One thing America has in abundance is worthless dirtbags. They think freedom means they can do whatever they want, fuck everybody else. No matter where you go in any part of the country, at any time and there will be one dirtbag to fuck it up for everybody else. It’s more American than the Star Spangled Banner.
Take Cousin Eddie here. Him and his partner, a woman I think, are camping next to me. They and their four dogs, including an untrained pitbull that goes after everything that moves, are living in an old pop up camper tent. He’s checking to see if I’m here so he can let his dogs take a shit on my tent. Listening to this lovely couple grunt and groan their way through the night is the true song of the desert. When he or his partner use the public restroom, they tie the vicious pitbull to a post outside the bathroom to make sure nobody else can use it. I only had one conversation with him. Cousin Eddie

“We are homeless because we can’t afford a place to live with our four dogs.“
How much can you afford to pay?
“We don’t work because we have to take care of the dogs.“

Nice talking to you Eddie. God Bless America.

Rough Road Ahead 1-29-23

Today’s post is another diary entry of a dead man. I am sifting through the mountain of corruption of the accident that put me on the street, which is quite depressing when you understand what the combo of organized crime, corrupt politics and corrupt police will do this country in the end. Actually, that is why there will be an end.
The website ronbosroad.com is not active at this point. This blog will serve as a semi daily diary of a dead man walking. Unfortunately, the dead man walking is me. Seeing the horrible beating of Tyre Nichols is a message to people like me, who are under threat from the police. Beat to death, shot in the back, all evidence controlled by the police, it’s a bit of Americana.
Last night was cold in the desert, in the thirties. Too cold for a seventy year old man to be sleeping outdoors. The injuries I received in the semi truck are especially painful when it’s cold, so I could only sleep a few hours, then off to walk through the dark desert. Gives you lots of time to think. The only time you are truly safe is when you are away from human civilization.
I know I will have to move this website and blog to a server outside the United States. Once the website is online, I will have to take the bookmarks and passwords off my laptop and phone and go to full DEFCON 1 with cyber security because when I’m gone, the bad guys will have easy access to my phones and computer. They could have this website off the internet in minutes.
So life sucks, some poor guy got beat to death for nothing and I’m planning for the end of American civilization. Other than that, everything is going well.
1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online.

American Beggar 6-18-23

Because I obeyed the law, the result being the loss of everything I have, this is the time of year I have to beg the government for food and medical care to stay alive. As I grovel for the basic necessities of life, the thought that predominates everything is the fact that if I would not have obeyed the law, not stopped for that construction zone flagman in 2018, I would not be in this situation.
Calling the state department of health and human services to be “interviewed” for eligibility is quite a task. The first time I called, there was a two hour and forty five minute wait time, I did not get through. The next time, I called minutes after they opened and was on hold for about thirty minutes. I am fortunate to have a phone with unlimited calling. Immediately following the accident, I was only able to afford a cell phone with limited minutes. This single call used an entire month’s worth of calling minutes.
Having already filled out an extensive application online, an interview is conducted to verify the information on the application. During a break in the questioning, I mentioned the nearly three hour hold time during the previous call. She told me they were overwhelmed with requests for public assistance. If you called after noon, you probably won’t get through. I told her I thought that was a really bad sign. So many people down on their luck, the state can’t handle all of them. To me, it was just another obvious symptom of the failure of American society. A twenty first century bread line.
This is a rural area. In order to have a good cell phone connection somewhere close to the local VA Clinic, where I go for an annual checkup. This usually takes a couple days, at least, so I have the time to think about all these things and write down what I see. It’s a beautiful area, but it is changing quickly and that is causing problems. On the road

I get my health care from the Veterans Administration. Normally, I would not need care from the VA, but since the 2018 accident, I can afford nothing else. Since the VA is funded by taxpayers, all of them are being penalized for me obeying the law as well. There is a big difference in healthcare for profit and single payer healthcare like the VA. American healthcare wants you see you as much as possible, charging outrageous fees each time in partnership with the health insurance “industry”. The VA, with a spending budget, tries to keep patients out of the medical facilities to save money. More prevention and health management than cure.
The VA Clinic in this area is small. It is the only VA facility in a large, two-state area and serves a lot of veterans. The cost of living in this area has skyrocketed and there are very few jobs that can enable you to live here. The VA probably can’t afford to pay the staff of the clinic a living wage so they are having staffing problems. They no longer have a staff physician and don’t take incoming phone calls. The few people they have left, probably under undue stress due to the staffing situation, handle patients through the VA website and phone, as well as doing lab work and inoculations. They say it’s only a temporary situation, but could not make an appointment for an annual physical for next year, so…
America is disintegrating from the bottom up. Since I’m pretty close to the bottom, I have a pretty good view of it and I’m writing it down or taking a photo. I don’t know how much crumbling there is going to be until things really collapse, but I think it’s a matter of “when” not “if”.

The End of America – Outdoor Edition 7-24-23

I’ve seen a lot of things in my life and I’ve seen even more on the New American retirement plan of them taking everything you’ve worked for your whole life and leaving you for dead on the side of the road. I’m on the front line of the disintegration of American society and have a front row seat to what may be the end of the American way of life as we know it today. Nearly every day I see something to confirm that as the American way of life unravels from all directions. Ignoring “danger imminent” signs is for fools, but that’s exactly what’s happening.
Anyway, I’m camping in the Cascade Mountains, which I do much of the summer. The weather has been warm and sunny, so I found a camping spot that was in the shade. I was looking forward to a few days of bike riding and camping.
The first morning I was there, I had just come back from a morning bike ride when a truck with a fifth wheel trailer pulled up. A guy came up to my truck and told me that this “was his campsite”, he was “moving in” and that I was parked in a spot that “friends of his” would be wanting tomorrow. Basically telling me to leave. He told me that he was a hunter and asked me if I was. He dropped his cigarette butt and squashed it out five feet from me. I told him I wasn’t a hunter, but if somebody came up and fucked with me I’d be happy to shoot them.
His tone changed when he realized that he had seen me riding my bike around. I told him I lived nearby, I knew who he was and he was doing. I previously camped down the road from this spot, but haven’t since because of the gunfire that comes from this campsite when this guy is here. He started giving me the “hey bro” routine and I played along. He told me he was buying property nearby, four acres for $250K on S****** Road. I told him I lived on S****** Road, where is your property at? Even though he was spending a quarter million dollars, he could not tell me where the property was. I asked him about some common S****** Road landmarks that everyone knew, he couldn’t recall any.
There would be nothing I could say or do to dissuade him from parking his fifth wheel trailer twenty feet from my truck. He told me he would be moving in with all his gear the next day and would remain in the spot until it started snowing, probably about November. His friends were bringing an RV that would be parked were I was, I needed to move. Unwanted neighbors in the Cascade Mountains

Unwanted neighbors in the Cascade Mountains

After a couple drinks, Mr. Hunter loosened up and started the “mountain bro” routine to a guy he just ran off his campsite. He told me he was from Vancouver, WA. Across the river from Portland, OR. Known locally as “Vantucky”, this guy was the poster boy for the redneck trailer park mentality stereotype associated with this lovely city. During the COVID pandemic, people from the Portland/Vancouver metro area brought trailers to the National Forest and left them there all summer long, coming here a few days a month. Just like all the other recreational areas within range of Portland/Vancouver, the National Forest became a crime zone. Criminals came with the Metro campers, breaking into empty trailers and burglarizing campsites. Thieves tried to steal my bicycle on two separate occasions. It was during the pandemic I first saw Mr. Hunter’s trailer here.
He told me that he made all the structures at this campsite. He said he and his friends brought a tractor here and cleared away the vegetation to fit more RVs. Clearing the National Forest for RV parking

Clearing the National Forest for RV parking

In addition to clearing the forest, he told me they took several pickup truck loads of crushed gravel from a work site in the National Forest and spread it around. Gravel stolen from work site

Like nearly all of the private hunting campsites in the National Forest, there is a porta potty with the bottom cut out over a hole full of shit that only gets filled over when it’s full. When the campers move on to another campsite, the fiberglass toilet is left to rot in the sun. You may say that a toilet out in the middle of nowhere could be a good thing. This toilet is padlocked, private property on public land. Private toilet National Forest

The following morning, I had a look around. I had ridden my bike through here a couple days earlier to check if anyone was camped here, I wanted to take a few photos in light of what had happened the previous day. Cascade Mountain squatter camp

Mr. Hunter’s trailer had expired tags. Why not? It only goes from Vancouver to the National Park and back once a year. On the back of the trailer is a “Quad”, an off road vehicle equipped with rifle holders. Vehicles that are not street legal are not allowed in the National Forest. Why would he bring it along when it’s illegal to use? He cleared the area, spread stolen gravel around and built permanent structures. There is a porta potty in the trees. What happened to “Leave No Trace”, “Pack It Out”? About thirty yards away is another man made clearing where a salt lick is placed to attract deer. In a nearby tree is a deer stand. From the salt lick to the deer stand, about ten yards. Not much of a challenge with the high powered rifles these guys use.
So, this “hunter” brings a mobile home and truckloads of gear to the remote Cascade Mountains two months before hunting season starts and he claims he will be here for at least four months. It’s a seventy five mile trip to the nearest grocery store. He has no problems with threatening me to make me leave “his” campsite. In our conversation, he told me obvious lies and he knew it when I questioned him about his property, which is most likely another lie. His trailer shouldn’t be on the road and he’s got a vehicle that’s illegal to use here. All of this for a single deer. That’s an awful big effort for one deer.
He told me about how he had shot and wounded a black bear. While tracking the wounded bear, he shot another bear and killed it. He said he watched the wounded bear limp away. I told him that if I had done that, I would have been humiliated to claim to be a hunter, wound an animal due to your lack of skill, and let it die a slow, painful death. I knew he was no ordinary hunter. He told me several stories that were obvious bullshit about how he turned poachers over to the game warden. He was trying as hard as he could to convince me he was not a poacher. This area has a history of large scale poaching due to the large area and limited enforcement. To run across a wildlife poaching operation would be a surprise to no one. I’ve run into poachers several times, they are dangerous people.
I’ve got nothing against hunting, I hunted when I was younger. After a stint in the Marines, I lost interest. I am a gun owner and have a pretty good idea what hunting is all about. This guy is not here for a weekend of hunting with family and friends. I would describe it as a slaughterhouse. Sit up in the tree stand shooting deer as they come to the salt lick. Use the Quad to quickly haul the carcass out to the camp, gut it, throw it in the truck and it’s on it’s way to the Vancouver sausage shop. Nobody camps out in the mountains four months for one deer. Nobody.
You may be wondering where this is all going and where is the “End of America” part? Well, it’s right here. As I look around, I have two choices. Stand up for my right to camp here on public land against two or more armed men who have already done a bunch of illegal stuff and have no problem threatening someone they never met? Or pack up and leave? There’s no police or park rangers here. If this guy turns out to be a poacher, he’d probably have no problem shooting me and burying me in the woods with the deer carcasses. Forced off campsite Cascade Mountains

Calling the police, park rangers, whatever, is out of the question. Mr. Hunter claimed he “knew people”, that’s how he gets away with all these supposedly illegal activities. Maybe they’re not illegal, maybe they are illegal for some people, but not for others, who knows anymore? I’ve met a few of the people who work here, it’s hard to believe they would be involved in criminal activities, then again, it would be impossible for them not to know what is going on here. In this part of the country, that wants to secede from the United States, there are plenty of people who work for the government, happy to have a generous paycheck, but have no intention of doing their job serving the public. Any law enforcement person I called would be just as likely to be one of this guy’s “friends”, a member of an anti government organization, or the heroic officer sacrificing himself for the good of humanity as seen on Fox News. I’ve had enough experience with law enforcement to not take that chance.
Being a reasonable person, I packed up and left. Bad guys win again.
There is no law here, no order. Every man for himself. Without personal responsibility and some kind of order that everyone agrees to adhere to, there is no civilization. It’s only a matter of time before people realize that America is over and start shooting. There’s plenty of people around here are ready to start shooting today. What the police call a rise in violent crime, is actually American society falling apart and chaos setting in. This area could go down in history as the exact location that the United States of America failed. A proper account of the events seems justified.

Good Citizen Award: Isolation and Suffering 8-27-23

It’s been nearly five years since being left for dead on the side of the road. I’ve lived in the most remote locations in the continental United States, far away from civilization and society. After losing everything to corrupt government and organized crime, which are one and the same, not once, but twice, I realized that at my age, there was no need to try and start over one more time. Being a law abiding citizen is not the way to go.
For more than two years following the accident, I hardly spoke to another human being. I was now living in my truck, at one point, down to my last fifty dollars and living in the most remote areas of the country. On top of that, my hearing aids were lost in the accident, the insurance companies refused to pay for them or any other medical expenses, so I was basically deaf. I started to learn to read people’s lips. Then COVID hit, people started wearing masks and no real communication with another human being for over a year. Even now, I can go two weeks or more without a conversation with another human being.
The reason all this happened to me is because I obeyed the law. I stopped for a stop sign. I received a life sentence, solitary, no bed, no bathroom, no showers, no meals, no medical care, plus having my hearing taken away. More than most murderers, all because I stopped for that stop sign. Had I not obeyed the law, none of these things would have happened and none of this would be here.
Years of isolation from society isn’t the only thing that gives a person time to think. Pain does that as well. Since the accident, nearly five years now, I have not had full night’s sleep due to pain from injuries sustained in the accident. When the semi rear ended me at fifty miles per hour, my hips and left side were crushed. The pain gets worse all the time and the pain wakes me up all night long. The medication I have doesn’t work all that well. I can’t do much about it because if I take medication to mask all the pain, I won’t be able to get up if I don’t switch sleeping positions all night long. Every time the pain wakes me up and then I try sleep before the next pain episode, I think, why did I stop for that sign?

Five Years 10-12-23

It’s been five years since I was hit from behind by a speeding semi truck while stopped for a construction zone flagman. Insurance refused to pay for any medical expenses or damages from the accident and on the street I went. A judge ruled the truck driver and truck owners had no responsibility for their actions which meant no chance of changing my situation and sentencing me to die on the street. All because I obeyed the law and stopped for that flagman.
Today, I am in the same location I was five years ago, in the desert living in the back of my truck. My bank account has less money than the fifty dollars I had five years ago, but like many Americans, I live from Social Security check to Social Security check, as other live from paycheck to paycheck. Some of those people, mostly elderly people and veterans, are living around me in the desert as well, left behind by America’s greed driven economy. Refugees from America’s failed system of government, betrayed by a lifetime of lies, their only crime was buying into the “American Dream”, likely the biggest lie of them all.
In the five years of my life on the road, I have watched from the outside in as America spirals into chaos. COVID, Donald Trump, the dividing of America into left and right with no middle ground. In the months and years following the accident, I found out by first hand direct experience that politicians, police, government officals, etc. are all corrupt. The American government and economy is failing because it never was designed to support a balanced civilzation, only to make a few extremely rich at the expense of everyone else. I don’t believe America will survive the next presidential election in 2024. How can anyone trust the system? Lack of trust in just about everything is going to cripple the country.
That being said, if I have anything to say, which I do, it’s getting near time to do so. Hopefully it will do some good. Since half of Americans can’t read and no matter what you say or do, half the people will be against you, it would be a very small light in a very big, dark hole. It’s hard enough to be a good writer about positive things, to have to write about the demise of civilization while you’re in it takes a lot more motivation. It’s something I feel I have to do, so I will do the best I can.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

Things I’m Thankful For 11-3-23

It’s been about five years since being hit by a semi truck in a construction zone. Since being put on the street by the people who were supposed to be protecting me, I’ve managed to stabilize my situation and carry on with what’s left of my life. Relatively speaking, I’m doing better since the rest of America is in the fast lane on the highway to hell. My experiences following the accident made me believe there was no reason to try and “get back to a normal life” that amounted to getting back on a sinking ship, since the country was going down the shitter. Unfortunately, this is the case.
As a writer and photographer/film maker and to find yourself on the front line of what may be the biggest event in the history of the United States, I feel a major obligation to document the situation, perhaps similar to the work of depression era photographers Dorothea Lange and Walker Evans, only in some kind of digital way. A documentary accurately describes what is happening. That is my task. What is done with that information is up to history. There is plenty to think and write about, but documenting the collapse of the civilization you are living in is pretty damn depressing. It’s tough to write this kind of stuff, as I’ve been doing for the past five years, I need to write about something positive occasionally to keep some kind of balance.
This post is confined to things that I’m thankful for. I believe there is a balance in life and it seems to be tipping in the wrong direction at this time but there is always something there. The thing I’m probably most thankful for is, at seventy two years, that I am physically and mentally in, more or less, one piece. Considering all I’ve done and been through, I’m glad I can walk and chew gum at the same time.
I would not be here at all without the help of my friends. I never had much of a family, so my friends have been my family throughout my life. From the day my father kicked me out of his house as a high school senior, it is my friends who have been there to help me when I needed it. These relationships with different people from different nationalities and different walks of life have had a strong influence on my view of life in general. Most recently, if it were not for my friend Gail’s help following the semi truck accident, I would be in much worse shape today or not here at all. If it weren’t for my old surfing buddy Mike, I wouldn’t have a decent meal all year. Our country and our planet are in big, big trouble. The direct relationships of civil people that have something in common is the only chance that the human race has of being here for any significant length of time.
You don’t have any say in when and where you are born and what history throws at you. How you deal with it shapes and defines you as a person. I believe one of the keys to success and survival is to have an open mind. Approaching every situation without preconceived notions or ideas allows you to develop the most clear understanding. Sounds easy, but that’s difficult, if not impossible for most people. Following the accident, I lost just about everything. With hardly possessions to worry about, personal relationships almost non existent and contact with everyday American life limited to a few hours a week, there comes a clarity of thinking. No matter what happens, I’m not going to be around much longer. While I don’t have the home on the hill, I’ve seen everything I need to see. Forced out of American society and living in the mountains and deserts, I see the world as it is and the world man has made as two distinctly different things. There is a sharp contrast between the beauty and power of the natural world and the destructive path of greed perpetuated by man. I’ve become more a part of the natural world(again) for a short time before my life ends. I am thankful for that.
There are many other things I’m thankful for, too many to mention or even remember. I’ve forgotten more than most people have done. Most of those things are in the past and you only really need to reckon with the future, which I think is going to be a lot different in a very short time. If my view of things is wrong, nobody will care, the only time wasted is my own. Will writing or speaking out save the human race? Not very likely. All I can do is try and accurately describe what I see happening and write it down. History will take it from there.
With my point of view and being old, I am truly thankful for every day I wake up and things are basically the same as the were the day before. I would like to say things are better than the day before, but at this point, I’ll take what I can get. It’s like the last day of a long vacation, things have been great, but it ends tomorrow.

Veterans Day 2023 11-11-23

It is a cold and very windy November 11 in the Sonoran Desert. In an area near the Colorado River and not far from Mexico is a wind blown group of older RVs, campers, cars and tents flapping in the strong desert wind. This is an area once frequented by substantial numbers of winter visitors from northern climates commonly known as “snowbirds”. After COVID, these retired, mostly elderly people stopped coming here. Canadians were regular visitors here, now you won’t see a single Canadian license plate. They are afraid of having health issues and being entrapped in the American insurance/medical system or being involved in a police gun battle. The Bureau of Land Management, a federal government agency charged with managing open spaces in the American west, have allowed the recreational areas to fall into disrepair and with no rules or regulations, can be a dangerous place. The people here are here because they have nowhere else to go.
Most of the people camping here are elderly. It’s pretty rare to see anyone under fifty years old, but there are more and more children and teens as mostly young families who have had a financial setback are forced into homelessness. Most of the people here could be considered homeless because Social Security and retirement savings couldn’t keep up with the exploding cost of living in the United States. They have enough money to survive, but not to live. Like the saying goes; “You can live in your car but you can’t drive your house”. Many of them are here because of a family medical emergency that insurance would not cover, they lost everything, and now they live here, at least temporarily. Medical expenses are the number one cause of personal bankruptcy in the United States and no doubt a major cause of homelessness in this country. You won’t hear that from the politicians or on the news because the insurance industry owns both of them. This is a homeless camp, an American refugee camp. Nobody is on drugs here, these are law abiding citizens. There are no criminals, just fathers and grandfathers who obeyed the laws, got up and went to work every day to support their families. Many of them served their country, pledging to sacrifice their lives for the same country who, as old men, put them on the streets to save money. You won’t see this homeless camp on TV because it does not portray a dirty encampment full of dirty ex convicts shooting up drugs. These are people that America has fucked over for money, people who believed in America and were betrayed.
Nobody know more about betrayal than American veterans, especially homeless veterans who got the dirtiest end of the dirtiest stick. This morning, Veterans Day, these vets were standing around in the cold desert wind in small groups of two or three talking with each other. No parade, no holiday, just the shared experience of betrayal and loss. There are so many homeless veterans here, a local church group has a service and meal just for veterans. Not many veterans go. The effort is appreciated, I’m sure, but the trust in “veterans groups who help veterans” is low. Today, the conversations are especially grim due to the divisive political situation and the reality of the fact that America may not survive as a nation. All the lives lost in America’s numerous and unending wars will have been lost for no reason.
So yeah, Veterans Day.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

Dead of Winter 12-27-23

It’s the dead of winter here in the desert southwest in one of America’s largest refugee camps. When you have nothing and live on the side of the road, the holiday season is not a particularly happy time of the year. While most Americans can’t wait for their new iPhone or big screen TV from Santa Claus, the people here wish for enough money for food and a warm place to sleep. Unfortunately, these simple wishes are rarely fulfilled.
This time of year is particularly bad for me. Undiagnosed and untreated injuries I received after being rear ended by a semi truck while stopped for a construction zone flagman are getting worse. My left shoulder is permanently damaged. My left leg and hips, which I assume were smashed against the truck door when the semi hit me at fifty miles per hour, are damaged and a source of constant pain. When the temperature drops below 50°F, the pain in my hips gets worse. At 40°, the pain is so intense, I am unable to sleep. Lying in the cold and dark, unable to sleep due to the intense pain, I have a lot of time to think about how I’ve been punished because I chose to obey the law.
I am not a homeless bum like the government wants everyone believe. I am living in the not so distant American future with all these other people who live a hard life because they believed in America and the American dream and were sold a bill of goods. While most Americans sit on a comfortable couch watching TV, me and these other American refugees have a first hand view of the failed American way of life. Many people who are complaining about the dirty homeless people lowering the value of their home or business will be there themselves very soon as American society crumbles under the weight of relentless and unending greed. Make no mistake, America is not a failing society, it is a failed society. It is plain to see, but it is not going to be broadcast on TV, so most Americans are oblivious they are living in a nation where large scale civil unrest is most likely only months away.
As a writer and photographer and on the front line of the biggest event in American history, the failure of the “world’s greatest democracy”, I feel compelled to describe this historic event as accurately as possible. Being creative is not something that just happens and documenting the end of the nation you live in is not an easy subject. Sometimes, it’s hard to come up with anything and sometimes there are so many thoughts going through my head it’s difficult to distill the thoughts into sentences and paragraphs that will be easy to understand for a nation where 54% of the adult population read at less than a sixth grade level and more than 20% are illiterate. Half the people will be against what I say, no matter what it is. That leaves a very small percentage of Americans who might consider what I say. I have no illusion that what I say or do is going have any positive impact and I’m sure that one homeless American veteran is not going to save the country. My job is to try and describe everything I see as accurately as possible and let the reader(s), if there are any, decide what to do with that information.
I feel the need to get busy because time is running out. As a 72 year old man living outdoors without meaningful health care, my life will be considerably shorter than if I had regular health care and slept in a climate controlled environment. Since I haven’t seen a doctor in years and have multiple untreated chronic injuries suffered in the semi truck accident, I could drop dead anytime. I am still under the State Police threat to “make me the next veteran suicide”. This alone causes a great deal of stress. If I am approached by a police officer, how do I know if it’s the Police Veteran Suicide Detail, more corrupt police like the drug dealing cops who forced me out of my business because I was interfering with their criminal empire next door to my shop, or the veteran honoring, American flag waving County cops riding shotgun for Mexican drug cartels? In my 72 years, I’ve never seen an American police officer come to the assistance of an American citizen so I know with 100% certainty that any police officer that approaches me is not there to help me in any way, shape or form. For a law-abiding citizen, I have been at the business end of a police officer’s firearm way too many times. This blog and website exist so if I am killed by police “in self defense”, or I should become another unfortunate veteran suicide, my side of the story will be known. The war in America has already begun. The only question now is “when will the killing start?”.
If I manage to survive life on the side of the road and any assassination attempts by the police or other organized crime killers, I will see the big trouble start. I do not believe America will survive the 2024 presidential election. There are already plenty of people ready to start shooting, I’ve met several in different parts of the country. I’ve been in countries where civil war/unrest was going on and seen it in person. I know what it looks like.
I know that what I say or do is not going to change the course of American history. It comes down to the personal choice of doing something or doing nothing. I’ve always gone with the second choice and I probably will this time. What you do is what you are.

1-20-2025 https://ronbosroad.com/ website is online. Links updated.

The Inglorious End 1-20-24

You would have to have your head stuck pretty far into the sand to not see that America, as a nation and as a way of life, already has, or is in, the process of failing. And quickly. The closed minded, divisive nature of two party American thinking has doomed the county. “My way or the highway” has taken us down a wrong way, dead end road.
My personal view of things is a bit different than the average American. Americans are heavily influenced by what appears on their television. A television is usually the focal point of the American home. I have not had a television for over twenty years. I get my information by being there and seeing it. It would appear that circumstances have placed me on the front line of failed America so I could have a good look at it.
This is one of the largest camps of Americans without permanent homes, probably in the county. Over the past few years, it has evolved from a senior citizen camping area to an American refugee camp. When American society crumbles, there won’t be a single catastrophic event that sets off “The Second American Civil War”, the country will fail from the bottom up. That’s what’s happening now and the process is well under way. American refugee camp desert southwest

The people who camp on this barren patch of windswept desert range from decreasing numbers of elderly retired “snowbirds” in giant land yachts, to middle class retired folks, homeless American veterans and increasing numbers of homeless Americans and American families. The overwhelming majority of these people would be somewhere more comfortable if they had the means.
There are no drug addicts or drunks lying in the road because many of the people here don’t have the money for recreational drugs, ice cold beer or cocktails. The retired people have had the rising cost of living eliminate savings and retirement accounts. Living in a small motorhome is all that’s left of a life of working for somebody else. Of course, there are plenty of homeless American veterans, including myself. Many visitors here have been a victim of insurance companies. Somebody in the family gets sick, insurance won’t pay for expenses, you lose your home and anything else you have. Medical expenses are the leading cause of bankruptcy in the United States. Insurance companies and lawyers make money off sick people, what’s left of their family ends up here. American medical debt

You never hear about places like this because this is the picture of homeless people the American government does not want you to see. They want you to think all homeless people are dirty, drug addicted criminals living in the city park and endangering the the lives and property of good Americans. They don’t want you to see that the majority of the people in this desert refugee camp have been fucked over by the American government or the insurance cartel. They don’t want you to see the truth. They don’t want you to see this because this is the future of America. You are much closer to living in your car than paying off your mortgage.
This area is federal land, owned by the United States government. It is in one state and managed by offices of the Bureau of Land Management(BLM) in another state. There are no BLM management employees here and no security, like park rangers. This large area of supposedly public land is run, not to be mistaken with “managed”, by a group of “volunteers”, who live here, year round, rent-free, all utilities paid. One guy cleans the two bathrooms that are working about twice a week. He mostly does a good job, even if he is overcompensated. The only other park facility is a sanitary dump for RVs to empty their wastewater. The other ten or so “volunteers”, collect park fees. From long term fees of nearly $200, to daily use fee of $10 per vehicle, from thousands of visitors, all in cash. That’s all they do, basically collect their own rent money.
There are no rules here. Technically, there are rules, a whole pamphlet full of them, it’s just that nobody follows them and there is nothing here to prevent people from doing whatever they want. The “volunteers” do not enforce any of the rules unless it involves permits and cash. Rules that are in place for safety and civility are totally ignored. When the majority of the people here were elderly “snowbirds”, things were generally civil and there weren’t too many problems. Now, this area is known as a place where you can get away with anything and people come here to do exactly that.
It would seem an easy thing to manage a patch of desert with no trees, no campsites, not even any large rocks. Like everything else in America, things are not always what they seem. You don’t have to be a management expert to see what’s going on here. The majority of the visitors to this “fee area” do not pay. The long term campers pay if they are near one of the “volunteer” residences or the “volunteers” will call the park rangers and the camper is kicked out. Day users and weekend visitors don’t need to pay anything. There is a nice waterfront section of the area set aside for these local weekend warriors so they can raise hell without problems with the long term paying customers. This area is never checked for permits. The “volunteers” are happy to hassle the mostly elderly retired folks, but turn a complete blind eye to a bunch of drunks trashing the place for free.
Last year, the passes they stick on your vehicle after you pay your fee were not available for some reason. For a month and a half, everybody camped for free. Since the area was not officially open, neither were the bathrooms. To use maintained bathrooms, showers and a parking lot near the river, I had to pay $75 for an additional permit that was previously included with the permits that were not available. Cash, of course, no receipt. Later, a different volunteer hassled me claiming the permit was not valid. He told me he was going to call park rangers and have me kicked out of the camping area. I played him a bit of the $75 permit transaction I had recorded on my phone. He tried to grab my phone, which I prevented, warning him to not make another aggressive move towards me. I told him I would be happy to speak with the park ranger, as would the people who just witnessed what had just happened. No park ranger showed up.
This year, the majority of the bathrooms, along with the indoor showers, are closed. Shortly after the peak season holiday visitors arrived, the one remaining outdoor shower was closed. Four to six mens and womens toilets used by thousands of people. Men use womens bathrooms because they are cleaner and more likely to have toilet paper. The same men who would deny use of this bathroom to transsexual people have no problem using the womens bathroom themselves. Nothing to do with transsexuals, but the hypocrisy of “what people do when nobody’s looking” is on full display. No showers. One camping area without water is supposedly closed. The hundreds of people staying in this campground have no showers. Some of them will be here six months. The closed camping area without water is a popular spot and is always full of campers. $15 a night, fourteen day maximum stay. Closed during the peak camping season, it is losing thousands of dollars a month. Even though the campground is closed, as you can see in the photo below, camping is still allowed. Are these people paying to camp in a closed area with no water? Where are these people going to the bathroom? The “volunteers” from this closed camping area have moved to the main campground, free rent, no responsibilities.
Closed American campground

Why is this popular campground closed during the peak season, losing money every single day? There isn’t anyone in the BLM that can fix it or they are unable to hire a contractor? What is going on? Under normal circumstances, one might contact the local BLM office, but you don’t do that here. Contacting the BLM office in charge of this campsite is not an option. I found this out when I called to inquire about the $75 permit with no receipt I had to buy when the permit I needed was not available. I was told by the BLM that if I didn’t like the way the place was run, I could leave. Of course, once they have your money, your untraceable cash money, their job is done and they are happy to see you leave. Unfortunately, that is not the worst of it.
Because the rules of the camping area are not enforced and in reality, there are no laws here, visitors are left to settle problems amongst themselves. This leads to conflicts and physical confrontations. Since there are no BLM employees here to prevent criminal activity, the “volunteers” instruct you to call 911. When the police or park rangers arrive, all involved parties, perpetrator, crime victim and any witnesses that saw too much are kicked out of the area, forfeiting any fees paid. There are no crime reports, no records, no paperwork. Everyone, good and bad, is kicked out, the “volunteers” can destroy any paperwork from permits they may have and the incident never happened, the participants were never here.
Two years ago, an elderly couple was walking down the main road of the camping area when they were attacked by a large unleashed dog. The old man did his best to protect his wife and got chewed up pretty good. The dog owner had no control over the dog, the animal had to be pulled off the old man by several bystanders. After the dog was under control, he began to threaten and berate the bloody elderly man and his scared to death wife. Again, bystanders stepped in to separate the man from the elderly couple. The old man was bleeding pretty good, most of his wounds were puncture wounds from the dog’s teeth. People helped them to their truck and they headed off to the nearest hospital ER, more than twenty miles away. The dog owner immediately packed his stuff, hitched up his trailer and was gone a few minutes later.
During or after the dog attack, someone, not the elderly couple that was attacked, called 911. A county sheriff arrived some time after the dog attack. The attacker was long gone and no attempt was made to speak with witnesses. The deputy waited for the elderly couple to return from the hospital and the deputy promptly kicked them out of the camping area. These two old people who had done nothing except be in the wrong place at the wrong time, wound up with nasty injuries for the old man, the $180-$250 cash fee they paid was forfeit in addition to whatever a visit to the emergency room cost. And their vacation, if that’s what it was, was over. The man whose dog attacked these poor people was back in the same camping spot a week later with no permit, one of the many here who do no pay the supposedly required fee, without objection from the area’s “volunteers”.
What does any of this have to do with anything? Why should anybody care about a bunch of homeless veterans and senior citizens camping out in the desert? Because this is the future of the United States. America is a big county and it’s failure is going to be slow, long and painful. It is unlikely to fail from the top, where politicians and organized crime do their business, although it is entirely possible. America is crumbling from the bottom up. Sections of the country have already failed, including here and on other places “where nobody’s looking”. Extremists are already staking out “homestead” claims on federal land, ready to move in when the government fails. The “volunteers” here already live on federal land. They have homeless veterans and retired people paying their rent.
While this property is in one state, one of the most liberal in the country, the BLM office that manages it is in another state, one of the most extreme right wing states in America. There is no source of reliable information here, all you have is what you see and hear for yourself. The “volunteers” have retreated into one of the five or so residential areas of the area set aside just for them. They are not aggressively checking permits as they have in the past. Word has gotten around that camping here is essentially free and people are streaming in to take advantage. This place has all the looks of public land that is being shut down and closed to the public like similar recreation areas in the Pacific Northwest.
There are hundreds of people camping here with no showers and only a few working toilets. The United States can send a man to Mars and will spend sixteen billion dollars on political campaign spending this year, but they do not have the resources to fix a few showers and toilets. Seems hard to believe, but there’s more. This area is located on the troubled Colorado River with a number of southwest American states fighting for the precious water. The recreational area has been used by desert campers for decades. Supposedly, the bathrooms and showers were put here to keep thousands of people from taking a shit in the Colorado River with agricultural areas just downstream, and to prevent the desert from turning into a garbage dump.
We are in an area with no real law and order. People do whatever they want, wrongdoing is covered up. Some of what you see and hear would indicate that this behavior by the BLM and law enforcement is politically motivated. Normally, that would sound crazy, but not in the current state of America. Most of the visitors here are from the conservative state where the BLM is located. Over the years, I have become friendly with several local fishermen. They tell me they’ve been using this facility for years and never bought a permit. They told me the BLM only tickets out of state vehicles, that is, vehicles not from the state the BLM office and it’s employees are located. He says its their way of “sticking to the libs”, which is, I guess, everybody else.
The first signs of political influence were during the COVID pandemic. After a flood of COVID refugees from metro Southern California cities, right wing political newspapers like the Epoch Times, which published misinformation about the pandemic, appeared in the campground bathrooms. The newspapers were addressed to one of the area’s “volunteer” residents. All the “volunteers” seem to be from politically conservative states.
What do no showers and national politics have to do with all this? Like I said earlier, it’s difficult to believe the United States Federal Government does not have the resources to repair a few bathrooms and showers or are unable to hire a contractor. Odds are, if they wanted, those bathrooms could be repaired in forty eight hours or less. From the information that is available, none of it from the BLM, it has to do with the sign pictured below.
Biden infrastructure sign

That’s right, this area is part of President Joe Biden’s Infrastructure Law, whatever that is. Personally, I have not seen any improvements of any kind. Are camp showers and toilets used by thousands of Americans considered “infrastructure”? The important thing is that this sign, here because of Democrat President Joe Biden, is less than one mile from the border with the conservative state home of the BLM. This is not Joe Biden country by any stretch of imagination and no doubt the majority of the people driving by this sign would like to see Biden and his family buried in the desert. Word is that’s why the showers and bathrooms are not being repaired, to spite Joe Biden and “stick it to the libs”, like with the park permits. Just like last season and the missing park permit stickers, this year there are no showers. Regardless who’s to blame, the people that suffer are the mostly elderly people who have paid to stay at the campground.
Are federal employees and their “volunteers” waging an underground political war against the government they work for, using their positions to make a political statement and willingly causing harm to people trusting them to keep them safe? Speaking of trusting government employees to do their jobs, what about the heavily armed park rangers and police? Having witnessed the way they handle things around here, are they wanting to “stick it to the libs” as well? How to you find the facts, the truth about what is going on? Who can you trust?

Update March 11, 2024

At the beginning of March, many of the long-term winter campers, mostly what’s left of the once popular “snowbirds”, have left. Several mentioned the unsanitary bathroom conditions and lack of showers. Others said they wanted to leave before the out of control spring break crowds arrive.
On the subject of no bathrooms or showers, it turns out the bathrooms and showers that were supposedly out of service, were turned on. There was never a problem with the bathrooms or the showers, the BLM shut them off so campers would not be able to use them. Even with no bathrooms or showers, the BLM “volunteers” continued to collect fees, in cash, from campers to whom they provided absolutely no services. The “volunteer” who was in charge of collecting fees at the campground with no services was living across the road from me in a neighboring campground, not wanting to live without bathroom facilities in the other campground. He drove to the supposedly closed campground twice a day to collect cash, returning to his rent free residence next to one of the two working bathrooms.
The BLM posts false information on their website about the camping on federal land. People drive hundreds, perhaps thousands of miles to visit only to find a spot with no sanitary facilities and overflowing dumpsters. A place without rules or laws, run by corrupt BLM employees who extort cash from visitors without providing any services. It is essentially a private residence for about a dozen individuals who live on federal property for free, all utilities paid. These volunteers collect cash from visitors without supervision. None of them have any responsibility and none of them are employees of the BLM or the federal government.
The question now is if the BLM and their gang of squatters and cronies are politically motivated. The observations in the post above about “sticking it to the libs” while employed by the federal government seems to make a lot more sense now. There’s no question that the BLM and their pals are operating outside what used to be recognized as American law, living on federal land for free, extorting money from law abiding American citizens. This can be confirmed by a short period of observation of the daily activities of the park’s “volunteers”, who treat the tax paying American citizens, who pay for their rent-free vacation lifestyle, using public land like trespassers. And what about the park rangers and police that protect this illegal activity? How far will they go to keep the easy money flowing or to make a political statement? Armed government police, able to kill anyone at anytime without restraint, in complete support of illegal activity with an anti-government bias, is a frightening thought to a law abiding American.
Out here in the middle of the desert, it is clear that the basic structure of American government has failed. There’s not much here and not much government to go with it. Easy to see. You won’t see it on TV or read about it anywhere. America is failing from the bottom up. The country is breaking apart piece by piece.
These government wants you to sit on your couch while they feed you a steady stream of false and misleading information. They don’t want you to go outside and look for yourself and most Americans will not, preferring a comfortable stream of believable bullshit on TV. America is a failed nation, most Americans are too brainwashed to care. It’s happening in plain sight, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, but Americans only see what they want to see or what they are told to see. By this time, there has to be a significant number of Americans who still have some remnants of logic and common sense that understand that the American way of life is nearly over. Unfortunately, there is a much larger number of Americans who know the nation is failing, but choose to sit on the couch watching TV, believing that if they get rid of “the other guy”, the guy from the opposite political party, the black guy, the migrant worker, or the guy with different religious beliefs, all the problems will go away.
Again, why should anyone care about bathrooms in the middle of the desert? Because the structure of American government and American society has failed here. No doubts. This is it. In the big picture, a minor incident, but we are on the way.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated. The situation here is worse.

Insane Insanity 2-13-24

It is difficult to describe insanity without sounding insane yourself.

Veterans, Homeless Veterans and Veteran Suicide 3-8-24

I’ve been meaning to write about veterans, homeless veterans and veteran suicide for some time but it is difficult to try and explain a situation that most people will never even come close to understanding. The treatment of American veterans, men and women who lay their lives on the line to protect the American way of life, is a national disgrace. Giving the best years of their life to fight in America’s endless wars to protect corporate profits and political careers, when their service is up, they are thanked by being forgotten and kicked to the curb. America does not want reminders of eighty years of lost wars and failed military incursions around the world. When these veteran’s service is up, their service to the nation is quickly shoved aside and the government wants these reminders of America’s failed military campaigns, human beings and American citizens all, out of sight and out of mind as quickly as possible.
I am not a war hero, I have never been in combat and my military career was the typical mix of boredom and loneliness. I did my job and was honorably discharged. I never gave much thought to being a veteran, especially since I was a veteran of the Vietnam War era, a hugely unpopular war which the United States lost, abandoned it’s allies and divided the nation to the point, as we see today, of civil war. America has not “won” a war in eighty years, despite being almost constantly involved in one. The Vietnam veterans were treated worse by the nation they defended more than any other American servicemen in history. The typical American did not grasp the fact that most of these veterans were conscripts, forced into the military under threat of criminal punishment. They did not start the war, they did not run the war, they had no power over their own lives, yet they received the bulk of the hate and disrespect that should have gone to corrupt politicians. In light of this, I never brought up my military service unless asked. I don’t have red, white and blue anything. I don’t fly the American flag or display any military symbols. On Veterans Day I was usually working. Looking out the window of my business at the homeless veterans passing by always made me sad to see a human life wasted for no reason except money. I never realized at the time that my life would change in a split second and that homeless veteran would be me. American Marines

I became a homeless veteran quickly and without warning. On a dark, remote Oregon state highway, while stopped for a construction zone flagman, I was hit from behind by a forty ton semi truck doing fifty miles an hour. I was injured and my truck and just about everything in it was destroyed. Following the accident, my insurance company refused to honor my policy and the insurance company for the truck driver who hit me refused to pay for any medical bills or damages and on the street I went. Homeless because I obeyed the law.
Following the accident, I appealed to the congressmen/women in my home state as well as the governors of my state and Oregon, where the accident occurred. I contacted the Insurance Commissioner and the Veterans Administration with the same question; “How can I be so heavily penalized for obeying the law?” There was not a single response. Every government official I contacted did not raise a finger to help a law abiding citizen, all of them backing the insurance companies right not to pay for any damages. When I contacted the state of Oregon to try and get information regarding the accident, I was threatened with arrest and told by a man who identified as an Oregon State trooper, “if I wasn’t careful, I might wind up the next veteran suicide”. About a year after the accident, a judge in Washington state ruled that neither the driver or owner of the truck was responsible for the accident.
For more than five years now, I have been living with the many homeless veterans in the most affluent parts of the United States and it is as sad a story as there is in the long, and getting longer, record of sad stories of American history. The truth about homeless American veterans, and probably the vast majority of the rapidly growing number of homeless Americans, is never going to come from the United States government, because at the end of the story, that’s who is to blame for the homeless problems in America. I may not have been in combat during my time in the military, but I am on the front line of the collapse of American society in 2024 and I feel an obligation to record what I see. To see these people hiding from the society they were obligated to sacrifice their lives for is proof enough that America, has a nation and as a society, has completely failed and something has to be done.
The impetus to write this was delivered by two articles I saw on the internet regarding displaced veterans. The first article, published about a month ago, was about and organization that claimed to have spent a considerable sum of money, at least $250,000 according to the article, to purchase a building to house homeless veterans. This building is a couple hours away from here, if the information in the article can be believed. I am in an area where homeless veterans, who have the means, have been coming since the end of the Vietnam War. If you were looking for homeless veterans, you would not have to go one hundred yards past the entrance to find as many homeless veterans you want. No one ever comes here regarding the veteran’s situation. The only government-related people here collect money FROM the homeless veterans to live on government land for free. The supposed veterans “organization” who are allegedly providing veteran housing are most likely the same as nearly all veterans “organizations”. They use the plight of homeless veterans to collect money, then pocket the money and the homeless veterans, as always, get nothing. If the money that went to veterans “organizations” went directly to homeless veterans, there would be no homeless veterans.
The second article was about the Veterans Administration claiming to have helped 500,000, that’s a half a million, veterans via their Veterans Helpline. I am not sure who is doing the math here, but from my own direct personal experience with the VA, as well as what other homeless veterans have said to me, none of us would even consider calling this “helpline”, I’ll tell you why. The Veterans Administration is the United States government, the same government that broke their promise to care for veterans who needed it in the first place. The United States government is only interested in one thing; money. Veterans who receive care from the VA cost money. Veterans who do not receive VA care cost nothing, as do veterans who are dead. When a veteran calls the Helpline, he identifies himself as someone needing help. Help costs money, money the government doesn’t want to spend on some veteran. When a veteran needs help now, today, the VA may schedule an appointment months or years away. I guess the VA has done this 500,000 times. That’s what help from the government is for a veteran. Of the many homeless veterans I have spoken with in the past five years, I can’t recall a single one saying they trusted and depended on the VA. After all, the government offering to help is the same government that put us in need of help in the first place.
When I went to the VA for the first time, I was grateful because a VA doctor helped with a serious medical issue that no other local healthcare facility, mainly concerned with generating income, was able to address in a half dozen office visits. Since then, my healthcare through the VA has deteriorated to nearly nothing. I have blood tests done every two years to remain eligible to continue receiving life saving medication, for which I am thankful, but I have not seen a doctor in years. I’m thankful for the hearing aids from the VA. If I didn’t have to wait two years following the accident to get a replacement pair, I might have been able to get a job and avoid losing everything and becoming homeless. I have serious medical issues from being hit by the semi truck, but receive no medical treatment. My last encounter with the VA was with a “Tele Med” phone call with a doctor a thousand miles away who did not know anything about my medical or living situation. When I asked for help with my injuries, the doctor prescribed over the counter medication that I told the doctor five years ago had no effect on my injuries. At this point, like the veterans with more experience than me, I have given up on the VA. I don’t have a single bad thing to say about the people who work for the VA. I’ve always been treated with respect and professionalism from the medical staff. They just don’t have the resources. It’s the VA administration and their policies I have the problem with. However, I hope I can continue to get the medication I need to stay alive from the VA, but from here on, I won’t ask for any more assistance. I don’t get the healthcare I need and I’ve lost trust in the medical business to provide it. No more inoculations or medical procedures that requires surgery. If I die on the side of the road from some easily treatable disease, I can be written off as another unfortunate veteran suicide.
What about veteran suicide? Why do so many veterans kill themselves? I don’t have all the answers, but I have more answers that I wish I did not know. As I said earlier, since the semi truck accident, I have been under threat of “veteran suicide” from the Oregon State Police, so I feel qualified to be a veteran suicide spokesman. I say too much, fifteen bullets from a police officer’s weapon, the facts take a trip through the police department evidence fabrication department and you have another veteran suicide. I don’t know how common this is, but I’m certainly not the first. It’s a non-stop cycle of betrayal, disappointment, failed promises and for some, a mental or physical torture chamber. Veteran suicide isn’t one guy killing himself, it’s a team effort. More like extended torture and murder. Instead of a prisoner of war, he’s a prisoner of society.
When I was younger and the guys who were a couple years older started coming back from Vietnam, a lot of them had problems. I knew one guy who probably the worst choice possible for a combat soldier. Some people are not killers, no matter what you do. A super nice, funny guy who obviously did not get the help he needed. One day, with no warning, he killed himself. This was a sobering event for me and my friends who were about to be conscripted into the American military. A human life, wasted for no reason. Used and discarded. With older veterans, like me, some have lost spouses, kids have moved away, house is gone, on top of physical or mental issues with no hope of recovery. Things can get pretty dark.
Among the homeless veterans who are now my neighbors, suicide is rarely mentioned, but it’s always there. We all know that every man has his limits and we are all very close to ours. You can only push a man so far. Some vets have killed people, only to realize later that there was no threat to America and those people did not need to die, but they killed them anyway. Somebody’s son, a young child’s father, gone forever. Being a killer, a murderer, is a heavy burden to live with. War is a form of insanity. Some of it is going to stick with you. In the military, you learn the harsh reality of the American Lie. America kills to get it’s way and naïve young men do the killing. When their service is done, they are kicked back to the streets. Their friends are years ahead of them, starting families and careers, the recently discharged finds himself left behind, having missed the most important days of his life. If the veteran has been wounded, mentally or physically, he will most likely never catch up with his peers and spend his days earning much less income than people his age and never reaching his potential as a human being. If he tries to get the help he needs and deserves, he will find out that as an expense to the government, the help promised to him and other veterans is an illusion. You know that the American government has no regard or respect for human life.
People kill themselves because they have no hope for the future, no chance to turn things around, worn down by life that they are no longer a part of. Veterans have even more heavy baggage; the never ending horror of combat that no human being who has not experienced it can begin to understand. The realization at a young age that your best years have been used up and you will never get them back. Your peers with four years of job experience will get the job before your four years of experience as a government tool every time. No civilian will ever understand the mental baggage a veteran has to live with and the overwhelming majority of them don’t care. The government that you protected with your life is done with you. If you’re suffering and you need the help the government promises all veterans, start learning how to beg. The government says you’re a hero, because it makes them look good, but to them, you’re nothing but an unwanted expense.
Will killing yourself end the pain and suffering? Absolutely, 100% yes. Of course, all decisions are final and there’s no going back. The world is full of pain and suffering, why doesn’t everybody kill themselves? If you’re a believer of some faith, if you die, you’re in heaven the next day. Why delay in a miserable place like this? The answer is simple. Real or perceived, most people have a reason to live. They also have not seen their friend’s head blown off from three feet away. We are living in a time of unprecedented confusion and uncertainty. Every human being has a limit to what they can endure, many people are at, or past that limit now. On top of that, we live in a failing society where a human life is basically worthless. You get to the point where there is no reason to go on.
If I manage to check in to the VA office, not sure which one it will be, the annual physical is a series of questions and a blood test. One of the questions is if you have any thoughts of suicide. Of course, everybody says “no”. They may count that as one of the half million veterans the VA helped, or they are checking to see if you are lying.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

Nowhere To Go 4-6-24

I am sitting in the desert for another day or two, then I have reached the stay limit here and I will have to leave. Even though I live in the Cascade Mountains, I have to go somewhere because, at 72 years old, I can not survive a winter in the mountains living in my truck. This is the only place I can stay where I have a friend nearby who I depend on should I need help, and to have a yearly shower.
It’s time to head back to Washington. I’ve been living outdoors for more than five years and I’m tired of it. It’s a long drive, I hope there aren’t any problems with my twenty year old truck. The truck needs major engine repair and I don’t know if I can afford it. When I get back, it will be cold and rainy. The injuries I suffered in the semi accident, especially my hips, are getting worse. When the temperature drops below 45°, it is very painful and sleeping is just about impossible. A little something to think about on the long drive north.
Of course this is all pretty depressing, but there is more. I was recently notified that I must serve on a Federal Court jury. I hope I can get out of it, but depending on the American legal system is what put me on the streets. I would have to drive a long way and pay to stay in a hotel for two weeks. As I mentioned, my truck has problems and I surely can’t afford to stay in a hotel for two weeks. There’s even more.
The city the Federal Court is located in is the well known drug capital of the area. This city has been ravaged by crystal meth. It’s possible the cartel semi truck that ran me over in 2018 was delivering drugs here. There’s only one road. I would be right in the middle of the people that put me on the street. The police promise to make me “the next veteran suicide” is still in effect. Why on earth would I walk into a room full of cops ready and able to kill me? While I’m worried about being murdered by the police, if I park my truck in a hotel parking lot in the meth capital of Washington, I would expect it to be broken into or stolen. I don’t have insurance for that.
Also, this is an area where many people want to secede from the United States. I don’t have a problem with that but when it comes to the police and legal system, everyone should have the same laws. That’s not the case here. We have “constitutional” law enforcement and judges who make up the law based on their personal beliefs. I experienced that first hand when a Washington judge ruled that you are not personally responsible for your actions to let the truck driver who hit me from behind at a construction zone stop off the hook. Since everyone involved with that accident appears to be involved in organized crime and drug trafficking, it’s fair to assume that anyone who works in a building with the American flag in front may not be following the job description.
At this point, a bullet in the head would be a relief, but there’s already somebody taking care of that for me. I’m not exactly sure why, but I’m still trying to stay alive. Habit, I guess.
I am afraid the State of Washington is going to force the issue and cause problems. The reason I made this blog and connected website is that should the police decide to go through with their threat to “make me the next veteran suicide”, my side of the story would be told. American police kill hundreds of people every year. Since the police control 100% of crime narrative in America, the evidence always favors the police. They could be killing thousands of innocent people, the public would never know. The website has all the facts to the best of my recollection, and this blog hopefully show that I am not a mentally deranged homeless drug addict with a manifesto, which is how the police would probably describe it. It took a couple of years to compile the website and it was very depressing. If there is trouble with the State of Washington, which I would dearly love to leave but can’t afford to, the website goes online and I will try to spread it around the internet before anything happens. I said five years ago as a newly homeless person sitting in this same desert that there was no “getting back on your feet” when America as a society and nation was failing so quickly, that’s been true. America is done for.
I always ask myself “why did you stop for that fucking stop sign”? Why do I still obey the law now when it’s corrupt from top to bottom? Look what happened when you obeyed the law and stopped for that stop sign. My life was destroyed. Why would I make the same mistake twice?

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

May 4, 1970 5-4-24

May 4, 1970 was the date of the Kent State massacre. I was a senior in high school. I know people who went to school at Kent State and had been there several times. I’ll always remember how small the dorm rooms were. It felt like the college campus shootings happened right down the street.
My parents had kicked me out of the house when they found out I had enlisted in the Marines. My friends and I had watched the draft lottery and I knew I had a good chance of being drafted into the Army and twelve weeks later, fighting in the Vietnam war. For a seventeen year old kid, being conscripted into the military along with all the other difficulties associated with being a teenage high school senior was a confusing and troubled time.
My parents, as usual, offered me no advice or assistance during this difficult time. I had managed to secure a scholarship from a nearby university because of my swimming ability and decent grades. After the draft lottery, I made the decision to join the Marines. My seventeen year old mind figured if I was going to go to war, I wanted to be with guys that could fight. The Athletic Director from the college wanted to get me to try for an exemption, but the government was cutting back on exemptions, so I decided to enlist. My parents were not interested, nor involved, in any of this.
I had to have my parent sign papers to enlist in the Marines because I was only seventeen years old. When I presented the papers to them, they went ballistic. They were outraged that I had earned a college scholarship and doubly outraged that I enlisted in the Marines. They were mad because I had done these things on my own, without them being involved. Because I had done something they could not claim was their decision and that I had made a decision on my own behalf, they kicked me out of the house.
My friends were getting ready to graduate from high school, planning for graduation and the senior prom, I was living in my friend’s garages. For me, there would be no senior prom, no graduation, no high school sweethearts. I missed all that. When the time came, a friend drove me to the airport and I left my childhood behind, returning only for short visits. While I was in the service, my parents never wrote me a letter or sent a Christmas card.
I graduated boot camp and was sent to MCRD San Diego as my first duty station. My company was required to undergo “riot training” with shields and batons, presumably to be deployed to anti war riots in the San Diego area. With Kent State fresh in my mind, I requested to speak to the Commanding Officer. I explained my position related to the Kent State massacre and told him that I did not join the Marines to beat up innocent American civilians. He told me that I would have to obey orders or suffer court martial. He also told me that just about every enlisted man and non commissioned officer in the company had been in his office telling him the same thing. He said the odds of the Marines being placed on riot duty on the streets of San Diego were slim and that there were legal questions. Thankfully, we never had riot control duty.
In my opinion as a first hand participant, I believe it was the Vietnam war and the way the American government handled it and the American citizens who opposed the war, that split America into two distinct groups. This division was lurking beneath everyday life in America, and as time went on, politicians cultivated this division for their own benefit until Donald Trump, a Vietnam era draft dodger, came along to specifically advocate division and violence between Americans, based solely on partisan politics.
Now, May 4, 2024, America has had one attempt to overthrow the government and the country is as divided as it has ever been. Trust in anything or anybody, especially the government, is nearly non-existent. The country is on the verge of failed elections and very possibly civil unrest or even civil war. America is dead set on repeating the mistakes it has made in the past. May 4, 1970, four innocent people were murdered by the government. On May 4, 2025, what will the death toll be?

Circle Game 6-10-24

Back in the Cascade Mountains after another windy winter in the desert as the circle goes nowhere except where I’ve been. For five years I have been trying to survive the semi truck accident in 2018, struggling against the very people whose job in this country to see that criminals are punished and law abiding citizens are protected. The people who put me on the street for profit. Every year I go round and round hoping that somehow truth and justice will prevail, but at this point, my hopes for that are less than zero. In America, no matter what the television cop and lawyer shows portray, the bad guys always win and America is failing because of it.
I stopped in San Diego County where I worked hard to run a successful business, losing it to corrupt politicians and drug trafficking city police. Losing is a common thing in the most expensive part of America where everybody, except Donald Trump supporters, would like to lve, but very few can afford it. My buddy Mike, who has been a homeowner for over thirty one years, had to sell his house because he just couldn’t afford it any longer. Like many other Americans, he has dropped down the “economic ladder” due to circumstances out of his control. While news headlines and politicians of a booming economy and jobs for everyone, the reality is that many Americans are suffering under the unrelenting weight of corporate greed the pushes the cost of nearly everything past the boundaries of the average American budget. Many American jobs no longer pay enough to meet the constantly rising cost of living.
Back here in the Pacific Northwest, the mini-mansion building boom continues. Porsches and Mercedes are as common as pickup trucks. The price of housing is booming, a la 1990’s Southern California, but the money that’s buying homes around here does not come from area residents. There are hardly any jobs here that would pay enough for even the lowest rent place in the area. Most of the available rental units are short-term, like Air B & Bs. Local businesses are closed several days a week because employees do not make enough money to live working there. This area is on the front line of the end of American society. If you are involved with a police officer, or appear in court, is that police officer a member of some political “constitutional” organization, making up the laws as he personally sees fit? Police officers can kill you without any reason or justification. Are both of you following the same set of laws? There are already “Constitutional” sheriffs. As always, justice in America is determined by the number of bullets in the law enforcement weapon. What about the hallowed halls of justice? Is the judge fair and impartial, or is he there to deliver decisions for those who are stuffing his pockets with cash? Is he passing judgments based on a political agenda?
I had my annual physical at the rural VA clinic. It was an in-office telemed session where a physically present nurse works with a doctor(in my case a physicians assistant) to perform a routine physical. I have to have a physical once a year to get prescription medicine which I need to stay alive since I was sprayed with commercial pesticide or herbicide while riding my bike. As always, the staff at the small town VA clinic are professional and courteous, but, aside from the prescription I got for lung damage from five years ago, my health has gotten worse. The damage to my body from the semi accident is getting worse. I’m starting to fear I may not be able to walk because of the damage to my hips. It is extremely painful most of the time and the pain wakes me up several times each night and very morning. I have not had a pain-free nights sleep in over five years. No treatment from the VA so this will continue until I am completely crippled.
The VA makes a big deal of veteran homelessness and suicide, but don’t appear to anything that would make a difference. Even though I’ve mentioned it several times over the years, the fact that I’ve been homeless five years seems to have made an impression. I repeated to the doctor about the accident and how I wound up homeless because I obeyed the law. I got the impression that he did not believe my story and recommended a psychologist. I declined because I’m not mentally ill, I got fucked over by insurance companies. I only had thirty minutes with the doctor and I walked out of the clinic no better, and on my way to getting worse when I walked out.
It doesn’t matter that much. After the questionable medical “treatment” I received in the ER following the semi accident, my trust in the Healthcare profession is low. I don’t believe my well-being is not a priority, like profit is. The VA is the government. It is my faith and belief in the government that caused me to be homeless so my trust in the VA is pretty low. I appreciate my hearing aids and any treatment or medication I do receive, but no more vaccinations, injections or surgery. If I get sick and die, I die. I’m not that far off. I don’t expect any help from anybody and that’s exactly what I get.
Living outdoors is not easy and it’s especially hard on a seventy two year old man who’s been run over by a semi truck. The past five years have taken all my worldly possessions and comforts, but it has given me clarity and peace of mind. At this point, the majority of the things I need to do in my life are done. I’ll be checking out sooner, rather than later. So if the cops manage my “veteran suicide” or the drug cartel takes me out, or if I die on the side of the road, I’ll only miss a few years of life. But who the fuck cares about me? Even if they gave ten million dollars because my life was destroyed, what am I going to do with the money as a crippled old man?
As I have mentioned throughout this blog and website, my experience tells me that the United States, as we know it today, is quickly coming to an end. I do not believe America will survive the 2024 presidential election. I believe there will be chaos, I believe there will be violence. I am already one of the casualties of this war. So are other homeless veterans, elderly, mentally ill and the millions who lost everything to corrupt “insurance” companies, merely fronts for organized crime. They will be herding the dirty homeless people into the gas chambers soon enough. Or whatever the updated method is for the twenty first century.
So now I think, will I die first, or will the country I live in and maybe the entire planet, go first? Until then, it’s dog eat dog.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

The Only Source of Evil 6-11-24

Except for the depths of the ocean, mankind has has been everywhere on planet Earth, leaving trash behind to mark the visit, and has viewed the universe back to the beginning of its existence. Among the natural world of earth and the nearly infinite universe beyond our planet, there is a unique quality that exists in only one place. A thing that exists only on planet Earth in the Milky Way galaxy and nowhere else in the known universe. That unique thing is evil, which only exists within the human race that inhabits the Earth.
Evil is not a universal or planetary characteristic. Evil in all it’s forms; hate, prejudice, violence and greed is behavior associated with only a single species on a single planet. Planet Earth, human beings in particular, is the only source of evil in the known universe. The only place in the infinite universe you will find evil is in the heart and mind of man. No other living creature on the earth has this trait, only humans.
Humans are dishonest and dangerous. Most of mankind’s great discoveries are the result of violence and genocide. The United States was founded by killing and imprisoned all the people that were already here. Hundreds of years later, America’s proxy state in the Middle East; Israel, is killing thousands of Palestinian women and children in an attempt to wipe out an entire race of people and get the Jews a little more territory they can call “home”. Only human beings kill for sport. Only human beings kill for revenge and money, two things that do not exist in nature, only in the human population. Only humans assign monetary value to inanimate objects and place those values over life itself. Insatiable and uncontrollable greed is the defining trait of the human species on earth.
In order to make themselves feel better about being the most evil force in existence, humans invented religion. They associate themselves with an “all knowing, all powerful God”, who they claim the source of all good, of course, this “god” is made in man’s image. The “word of god”, written by medieval human authors trying to make a few shekels by selling books, is supposedly the foundation of “Christian values”, which are admirable behavior characteristics humans hide behind while they sow a path of death, deciet and destruction. They invented another semi deity called Satan; the devil, the bad angel, the “anti-god”. Humans attribute all the evil deeds committed by themselves to this evil “devil”(“the devil made me do it”). Blaming something or somebody else for your evil deeds is another of the predominant human traits. It’s always somebody or something else’s fault. Commit horrendous crimes, say a few prayers, God forgives you and it’s back to business.
Murder is terrible, but you can’t kill 300 million people and remain profitable. The human race’s most predominant trait, present in every human being alive today, is greed. The infinite human desire to have more material possessions, even if you don’t need them and have to harm or kill other innocent people to get them, is the singular driving force of the human race and human achievement on earth. Mankind has created nothing. Everything needed to build the current civilization on earth was already here, it took humans a few hundred centuries to figure that out. Large groups of human beings known as “nations” or “nations” were formed as a result of warfare and genocide. Human history is a record of violence and warfare and will most likely continue until the human race destroys itself.
Greed is the predominant human behavior pattern, followed closely by dishonesty. Facts are altered for increased profits until the truth is buried by lies. Falsehoods are endlessly repeated until the truth is obliterated and lies become truth. Any unfortunate human beings possessing a shred of decency or honesty are punished and marginalized.
In America, the failing nation I live in, has an economic system known as “capitalism”. Capitalism is where money is valued above all else. Above human life, above the existence of the planet we all live on, above everything. Capitalism is designed to make a very small number of people extremely rich at the expense of everyone else. This small group of people runs the entire country; the government, the economic system, the black market and organized crime that essentially runs everything. Capitalism requires a large workforce of cheap labor. When Americans were allowed to own slaves, capitalism was in it’s prime. Many of America’s richest families can trace their source of wealth to slave labor. After a bloody civil war to end the ability of one human being to own another, along with the “industrial revolution”, America has developed into a nation of indentured servants. No longer slaves, “free” Americans spend the majority of their lives working to make rich people richer. They are paid just enough to pay for food and shelter, but not enough to “get ahead”. Bound by social and economic circumstances that are just as effective as shackles and chains, the average American will spend the majority of his life providing a comfortable existence for somebody else. When his working days are over, no longer of any financial value, he is abandoned to shift for himself until death. Capitalism is designed to make a few people rich with no provision for the success of society overall. When the nation that provides a fortune to a few rich people burns out and fails, the rich move somewhere else.
With no plan for the success of civilization, the homo sapiens branch on the Tree of Life will be a short one, broken and burned at the end. The only self proclaimed “intelligent life” on earth will be the only living species to intentionally engineer their own extinction.

Going Down Slow 9-10-24

It has been a long time between posts but being a homeless person takes a lot of my time. It’s hard to be creative when you don’t know where your next meal is coming from or where you are going to sleep. Here in America, no matter what you say, fifty percent of the people will disagree out of hand. Another twenty five percent can’t read above a sixth grade level. The main reason is that this blog and website, which is complete but not online, it is my only line of defense should the police successfully complete their threat to make me “the next veteran suicide”. Hopefully, this blog and website will tell my side of the story instead of whatever the police manufacture. Hopefully it will also be proof to the Veterans Administration that I am not mentally ill. I really was in a terrible accident from which I did suffer injuries and where I wound up homeless.
Since the last post, I have traveled from the desert southwest back to the Pacific Northwest. In the six years I have spent time in the desert, the situation there has really deteriorated. Like everywhere else, the weather has gotten more extreme, much hotter and much windier. Six years is a short time. To see the climate change so dramatically and so quickly, is rather shocking.
Also, like everywhere else there are political issues. This is one of the places in the United States where there are people chomping at the bit for political violence. I recognize it because we have the same people in the Pacific Northwest who believe using violence will get them what they want. Also like the Pac NW, the government is closing down recreational land and converting free recreational areas into fee recreational areas. I’m not sure what is going on, but public land is for and, supposedly, owned by the American people who hire the government to manage it for public use. When the government says they are not going to do what they are supposed to do, I think there will be a problem.
The “snowbird” phenomenon, senior citizens getting in the motorhome and spending the winter in the Arizona desert are over. Elderly Americans have been killed off by the American economy and poor health care. So much for the “Golden Years”. Replacing the snowbirds are elderly Americans who live in the motorhome full time because they had to sell their home. Lots of homeless veterans. Many other Americans, including families, living full time on the road because they can’t afford anything else. Now, courtesy of the United States Supreme Court, all of us are criminals. I really don’t want to go back there, but I have nowhere else to go. It could be America’s first refugee camp. This is America, so even refugees pay rent.
I stopped by my friend’s house in Oceanside, CA. I lived in this area for a long time and was in business here for more than twenty five years. Today, I can’t afford to drive through there. After being a homeowner for more than thirty years, he had to sell his house because he just couldn’t afford it any longer. He was working seven days a week, but the cost of living left his income in the dust. It’s a tough thing, but as somebody who has lost everything, twice, I understand what he’s going through. It takes a while for big shit like that to pass through your system. Following the semi truck accident in 2018*, it took me at least six months to fully process what had happened and that everything was gone. Not an easy thing, but I think a lot of Americans are going to be going through the same thing very shortly.
Back in the Pacific Northwest, I camped in the mountains and when it wasn’t raining, I rode my bike. The way things are going, this may be my last time camping and riding my bike here. This area continues to change without direction. It has gotten more expensive to live here, impossible for most. Businesses are running at half speed because they can’t pay employees a living wage. Pay to park nearly everywhere. Almost all the recreational areas that were free five years ago are either closed, fee areas or time limited. Like in Arizona, it seems like the United States government is shutting down, starting with the places they think nobody will notice.
Mother Nature has also come to the Ball of Confusion party hosted by the human race. While millionaires build mini mansions and the guy working at the grocery store is living in a van, every August, the Pacific Northwest catches fire and burns hundreds of thousands of acres, upsetting people’s lives and livelihoods and filling the skies of the entire region with smoke. Summer doesn’t really start here until July, so you have seven or eight months of 40°F and rain, with occasional blizzards and ice storms. August through November is fire. A month or two could go either way. That leaves one month of nice weather. The great outdoors here isn’t that great when its 40° and raining or on fire. This year, a fire burned where I’ve been camping for the past fifteen years. Very sad to add to the pile of sadness I use as a mattress every night.
I wish I did have a pile of something to sleep on because the injuries I sustained in the truck accident more than five years ago without any kind of medical treatment, are getting much worse. I have not had a full night’s sleep since the accident because of pain in my hips and left side that were crushed when the forty ton semi hit me at fifty miles an hour. The pain is getting much worse and now I have pain almost all the time. I can only sleep for 30-45 minutes until the pain wakes me up. I don’t have the luxury of getting up and walking around the master bedroom to stretch out, so the pain gets progressively worse until it wakes me up for good around 4:00 AM each morning. I’m riding my bike and doing everything I can, because at the rate the pain is progressing, I might not even be able to walk a year from now.
I went to the Veterans Administration for my annual checkup. Medical care is one of the only reasons I have for returning to Washington. I’ve had the VA for healthcare five years now. The “checkup” is tele med, that is a doctor(in my case a physicians assistant, or PA) via computer. It’s all that’s available so it doesn’t matter whether you like it or not. In order to receive medicine I need from the VA, I have to have an annual checkup. Every year I tell them I got hit by a truck and I’m having some difficulty, I’ve been ignored. Except for this year. After telling the PA about my physical problems and how I got them, he told me it “sounded like a movie” and recommended that I see a psychologist. Following the tele med checkup, I sent a link of “the movie”* and message stating that I was not mentally ill. Ignore problem, ignore problem, ignore problem, mentally ill is a program I do not want any part of. After my first VA visit, where I was prescribed the medicine I need, I was the newest homeless veteran in the Arizona desert. I did not understand because a lot of them did not trust the VA, now I do. I am in the exact same position now that I was five years ago. My health has gotten worse but the only treatment I receive is the prescription from five years ago. My primary care physician doesn’t believe what I tell him and thinks I have mental problems. I’ve been telling them for five years that I’ve been homeless. Ignored for five years. That puts my trust at right about zero. I need to find another way to get the medicine I need before it’s one flew over the cuckoo’s nest.
I feel the need to say whatever it is I need to say because I have the feeling that I don’t have much time to do it in. Without going into the infinite number of ways that can work out, I have some things I feel I need to say, otherwise I would be doing something else.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

America Has Failed 9-10-24

In a divided nation that appears to be in a television and internet coma, America has failed as a nation and as a society because there is no plan for success, no pathway to the future. At least for 98% of the country anyways. Everything is explained here, in language most Americans can understand.
The most important thing in the United States is money. Everything, and I mean everything, has a price. Freedom, human rights, equality, etc., it’s all bullshit. The answer to any question in America is “money”. People don’t risk their lives to immigrate for freedom, they’re after the money on the gold plated streets of America.
For this nation where money is above all else, the economic system is called capitalism. On the most basic level, it is a system of supply and demand. One person has a supply of something and the demand for that something determines fair market price. The capitalist economic system is designed to make a small percentage of the population very rich with the majority of the population a source of low cost labor and living from month to month. Capitalism is dependent on a large pool of low cost labor and/or machinery.
In 1776, when the slaveholder writers of the United States Constitution declared all men free, they didn’t have flush toilets, but there was money to be made. You got all the land you wanted at no cost. Just take it away from the native people. You might have to kill a few, the rest will die from disease. Enslaved black people provided a nearly free source of labor. Virtually no overhead and zero labor cost. Nearly all profit. Capitalism was off and running.
For the next century, America would grow exponentially, thanks to the growing strength of the taxpayer funded American military. Free land for the taking, hard to imagine these days. There was plenty to go around. The pioneers headed west. Free land, rich with natural resources, and cheap or no cost labor would propel America into the Industrial Revolution.
The Industrial Revolution would turn America from many widespread small cities and towns into large cities so the population could work in factories and manufacturing facilities. With no more free slave labor, small American farms were not financially successful. People moved to the city to find work, large companies bought their land for pennies on the dollar.
Small businesses became large businesses. In the cities, the low cost labor pool was back. Along with the money in the cities came organized crime and corruption. By the end of the Twentieth Century, much of America’s manufacturing was sent overseas. Several wars to “protect the economy” destroyed other countries and destabilized entire regions. When the government says they are “trying to save the economy”, they mean that they are protecting the business interests of two percent of Americans. If you are not part of that two percent, you’re basically livestock.
By the mid 2020’s, two percent of the American population had more than 80% of the country’s wealth. After a million deaths following the government’s poor response to the COVID pandemic, corrupt politicians literally gave away billions of dollars to their politically connected friends. Years of corporate price gouging has destroyed the future of many Americans who are learning, just like everyone else, that there is no such thing as the “American Dream”.
And that’s where we stand today. Two percent of Americans own nearly all the money. They’re doing fine, getting richer every day while the average American’s standard of living gets lower. Who’s running the show? Who owns the politicians, the police, the government? In America, follow the money. Who has their say over every aspect of your life? Follow the money. It’s right in front of you.

Produced 9-1-24, published today due to no phone or internet service.

The Future Is Here 11-15-24

The future is here and it’s not looking good. My life and future prospects have already been destroyed, now it’s time for the rest of America to join me on the road to the end of our society.
It’s a few days after Americans elected Donald Trump as President. It was during his term in 2018 when I was put on the street and threated with death by the Oregon State Police after being run over by a drug cartel semi truck under police protection. Now that he is president again, I have no hope of ever seeing justice for what has happened to me. I think many Americans are starting to realize they have handed over the country to the 21st century version of Adolf Hitler.
So America is doomed and we’ll probably take a good chunk of the rest of the planet with us. We’ll see how Americans react when they realize the American Dream and a significant part of American history is a big fat lie. By then, Trump will have the American military on the streets of American cities and democracy will be dead, never again will the dream of freedom, fair play and equality be a part of human existence. It’ the beginning of the end.
The United States, as we knew it, is coming to an end. All out war in the Middle East and perhaps Europe, is looking very likely. With Trump, the destruction of Planet Earth will return to full speed in order to keep corporate profits rolling in. So the country is gone and the planet a few years later, but I have problems of my own to deal with.
Since I became homeless in 2018, I have had to spend the winters in the desert, otherwise I would freeze to death living in my truck where I lived. This place, run by the Bureau of Land Management, has raised the prices for camping by more than 300%. This is a desolate, hot and windy place. The people who are here, mostly retired people and veterans, are like me, have been fucked over by organized crime, otherwise known as the “insurance” business and, of course, the veterans who get the dirty end of every dirty stick.
The Bureau of Land Management is possibly the most corrupt and worst performing parts of the government. They are certainly among the most dishonest. Hearing the facts or the truth from a BLM employee is a rare thing. Hiding the truth, not doing your job and placing the cost of corrupt government employees on American citizens is the BLM business plan.
People started coming to this place more than fifty years ago. Vietnam veterans came here to escape the society than shunned them in the seventies. They were followed by the first wave of retired Americans who realized the promise of a restful retirement after a lifetime of labor to make someone else rich was nothing but a huge lie. This barren patch of desert was the only place retirees could afford to spend their “golden years”. Vets come here to be with other vets who support and encourage each other, something the government won’t do. More broken promises.
Along comes the Bureau of Land Management. They can’t bear to see American citizens on American public land without paying, so they built two small bathrooms and started charging people money to stay here. Aside from the bathrooms, there are no services. There is a long list of rules and regulations, none of which are enforced. This creates an unruly and dangerous situation for the people camping here.
The BLM charges the “long term” campers here about $200 to stay from September until April, but most people don’t stay nearly that long. The majority of people who use this area are “day use” and weekend greatly campers. Over a season, the weekend campers outnumber the long term campers. The two bathrooms are cleaned on Friday and Monday because the weekend warriors destroy the place in two days, more use than the the long term campers in seven days.
Even though the weekend visitors use much more of the area’s limited facilities, they pay no fees of any kind. There are no rules, you can raise hell, do whatever you want, leave your garbage and that’s exactly what happens. If you are a long term camper, most of the area is closed to you on weekends and holidays because they are occupied by people who don’t pay to use the park and have no problem starting a fight with you because if you get kicked out of the area, the weekend warriors are back next weekend and you are gone, minus your $200 BLM fee.
Even though weekenders make up the majority of area’s visitors, the primary use of this spot is for about a half dozen year round residents. They claim to be “volunteers”, but they receive a free place to live with all utilities paid. If you count the cost of local rent and the price of electricity to provide air conditioning to a poorly insulated mobile home can be well over $15,000 per year. That’s not volunteering. What do these government squatters do to live on public land? They collect fees from the long term campers. Not the weekend users who are the majority of the visitors. They don’t do anything else except collect money, in cash, to pay their rent. They don’t do maintenance, they don’t pick up trash, they don’t enforce rules, they just collect money from one group of area users, nothing else.
Now the BLM wants to raise the fees of the long term campers from $200 to $600. Aside from the now run down bathrooms, in forty there have been no improvements for the camper’s safety or to make their stay more enjoyable. The only improvements I have seen in the past eight years are for the comfort and convenience of the permanent residents, the BLM squatters. The “sanitary dump” improvements the BLM uses as a reason to raise fees is BS. The dump is more than enough for the long term campers who pay to stay here. It is not enough for all the weekend campers who provide the vast majority of waste water and pay nothing, so the BLM has decided to raise fees on the long term campers.
In addition to harassing the long term campers who have already paid to make it look like they are doing something, the BLM squatters have developed schemes to put a little extra cash in their pockets. For the past couple years, the BLM has not had permits ready on the published opening day and the Long Term Visitors Area doesn’t officially open until they arrive, usually the end of October. Campers start arriving in September find the park office closed. You could camp until the permits arrived, but you couldn’t use all the facilities, including the showers, unless you bought an additional pass for $75. Remember all transactions in cash, no receipt for this pass. Later in the season, another BLM squatter comes by my camp, says the $75 pass is illegal and tries to grab it. I spoke with several people who were victims of this scam. I wonder how many times that one pass was sold and resold? In addition to the late permit fiasco, last season, once most of the campers were here and paid for with cash, the BLM shut down the camp showers for the remainder of the season.
This season, the number of long term campers is way down. Most of the people have been coming here for years, the diehards with basically nowhere else to go are here, but that’s it. Some former long term campers who know the drill were here early when there were no permits and camping was free. They cited the turning the showers off along with the general decline of the conditions here for not returning. The BLM is raising prices because their sheer incompetence and corruption has killed off what was commonly known as the “snowbirds”, retired people from colder climates. The BLM will have 50% less visitors next year but they still want to make the long term visitors pay much more so the BLM squatters can live here and weekenders can play for free.
It’s hard too see government corruption in the state on nation’s capitols, it’s easy to see here in the desert where there is nothing else. Here it is in the open under the bright desert sun. Don’t believe what you read. Look for yourself. Come here on a Saturday morning and stand next to the empty, air conditioned park office(closed weekends and holidays). See how many people stop and pay. See how many people who haven’t paid and are technically in violation of the park rules drive up to use the bathrooms. Count the number of unleashed dogs and ATVs racing around the camping area. Think about handing $600 in cash to a person who is not a government employee and has no responsibility for his actions or his actions towards others. His main concern is to do everything he can, legal or otherwise, to keep his free vacation home with all utilities paid, free. Should you threaten that free ride, you will be facing armed park rangers who protect the entire sham operation.
There’s more, but it doesn’t matter much. The way things are going, this place won’t be here much longer. Rumor is that this is going to be turned into a detention area for illegal immigrants under the new Trump administration. Another part of free American closed to Americans. The right wing bigots who run this place scream that no illegal immigrants should receive government assistance while American veterans are homeless, but have no problem with those homeless American vets paying the rent so BLM government squatters can live for free.
When I first got here, late September, I expected to hear a lot of political conversations. Americans are divided, the election a few weeks away, I expected to hear a lot of political opinions about Trump and Harris. To my surprise, I heard none. However, I did hear the same statement over and over; “We need to get rid of the government”. The $600 you won’t be spending to camp here next year can buy you a really nice gun. Maybe that’s what we should all be doing.

Some information that could identify me to BLM employees, especially the park police, has been omitted for my safety.

One Year To Live 1-13-25

I made this website following a semi truck accident in October 2018. Insurance refused to pay for any damages or medical expenses. The reason for that is the semi truck that hit me was owned and operated by drug dealers under the protection of state and local law enforcement. After being told by State Police that I would be “the next veteran suicide” if I talked about the accident, I built this website and kept it offline so if the police/drug cartel did murder me, my side of the story would be told, even if I was dead.
After losing all my money and most of my possessions because of the accident, I became homeless. After more than five years, there is no hope that I will ever live in a building or sleep in a bed again. Never again will I have regular meals or a bathroom a few steps away. All because I obeyed the law and stopped for a stop sign. Now I am a criminal and can’t go to a public park without being arrested. As a homeless veteran, viewing the Veterans Day parade carries risk of arrest.
So now, this website and blog is not only the story of how my life was destroyed, but my headstone and obituary. I will die on the side of the road somewhere, no doubt the rest of my meager possessions stolen from my dead body and this will be all that is left of my existence on earth. It is also a first hand account from the front line of the failed American civilization. The strongest structure failure begins with small cracks that get bigger. This is where I live.
I write about it because it’s the only thing I have. At some point, the truth needs to be told. The dishonesty, corruption and greed that is the basis of American life offers no path forward other than chaos. Capitalism was not designed for the success of civilization, it’s designed to make a few people rich at the expense of everyone else and is working perfectly to plan. With a con man felon for President, there will be even more unrest and will likely accelerate the demise of American civilization, so for a guy like me looking for some small shred of fairness or justice, there is no hope at all.
Living outdoors for a man my age is not an easy thing. The injuries I suffered from the truck accident have never had any medical attention and are now chronic, debilitating conditions made nearly unbearable by sleeping outdoors in extreme heat and especially, extreme heat. Even if I moved into Donald Trump’s mansion tomorrow, the semi truck accident has cut ten years off my life.
Since I am not moving into a mansion tomorrow, I have to face the reality that my life is probably only going to last months, not years. Living outdoors, poor nutrition and no medical care is taking it’s toll and I think I will not last more than a year. Aside from the physical problems and problems all homeless people face, I have a family that I have no contact with and have been isolated from most of my friends. The fact that I was put in this situation by people entrusted to protect me from this kind of thing and the fact I am in this situation because I obeyed the law, has left a mark.
I’ve tried to do the right thing in my life. It’s part of my personal beliefs. You either earn money or you steal money. You hurt people or you help people. One thing for certain, there are no tangible benefits to being a good person and doing the right thing. If you are a good person, you will be hurt and victimized by the bad people. I started off giving humanity a 50-50 shot, half good, half bad. In real life, I think the majority of people, at least in America, would steal from you and hurt you if they thought they would get away with it. Doing the “right” thing was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I bought into the propaganda and this is the result.
With only a year to live, I need to do everything I need to do pretty soon. I have to finish whatever I have to say, and when I feel sick or get shot a couple times, this website will go online. Even though I know I have limited time, I must try to get everything from my brain written down. Writing about the end of your life and society you live in, even though it is the biggest story in American history, is very difficult. I hope I can find enough strength to say everything I want to say. And I’m writing my own obituary.
People like me, who create things, hope their work will affect people and change life in general for the better. Even though the chance is about zero, I hope that what is written and presented here makes some positive change.

1-20-2025 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.

End of the Line 1-27-25

It’s the end of the line for an American veteran who will die on the street. You hear that every day, but today that veteran is me. Because I stopped for a stop sign.
There was a problem where I thought I was not going to be allowed to renew my Post Office box. I live, or used to live, in a small mountain town. Most residents, including myself, had PO boxes for easier mail delivery because the snowy mountain roads are dangerous. I never thought I would become homeless and should not be homeless, but the PO box is the last piece of my destroyed life. It seems like a simple thing, but it is a death sentence for me.
On October 11, 2018, I was hit by a 40 ton semi truck while stopped for a construction zone flagman. All insurance companies involved refused to pay for any medical expenses or damages and a short time later I was homeless and down to my last fifty dollars.
Following the accident, I found out it was likely the semi truck that hit me was owned by eastern Europeans delivering illegal drugs across the United States. This was confirmed when the Oregon State Police told me if I talked about the accident, I would be “the next veteran suicide”. I tried to get “back on my feet” by suing the truck driver, truck company and truck leasing company who hit me, but my home town judge ruled that none of them were responsible for the injuries and damage they caused.
If I lost the Post Office box, I will have nowhere to send my medical prescriptions. Without the medicine from the Veterans Administration, I will be dead in a couple months. If it wasn’t for the truck accident, I wouldn’t be a patient at the VA. It is also the billing address for my credit card. No more credit card. The credit card that has never had a missed payment. Without a permanent address, there is no hope for you in the United States. There are far more people going down the homeless staircase than going up.
Currently, the United States is in the first days of the Trump administration. A convicted felon himself, he has pardoned police who murdered an innocent man and tried to cover it up. To a person like myself currently under death threat from the police, that’s not a good thing.
Immediately following the semi truck accident, out in the desert, barely able to move, no money, dead battery in the truck, I was trying to figure out what I was going to do. All my life, I would get up early the next morning and start fixing things up. Not this time. After what I’d just been through, I figured I’d save some effort and wait for American society to crumble down to my level and it appears to be happening pretty quickly now.
I made the ronbosroad.com website so if I did manage to wind up the “next veteran suicide”, there might be a chance my side of the story would be told. I kept it offline until I felt my death was imminent, then I would put it online.
This website and blog is my obituary. The website and blog tell precisely how people become homeless through no fault of their own because of totally corrupt government and the insurance companies. See that veteran suicide is not suicide at all, it’s slow torture and murder. None of that matters now. In the end you fight for your life or you die. One more failed human civilization. Greed and waste. Apparently, we are never going to learn.

Absence of Light 3-30-25

The absence of light is darkness. Following the semi truck accident in 2018, a lot of the light went out of my life. I knew there would be no way back from that, no matter what happened. Overwhelming dishonesty, corruption and murderous greed. That was during Donald Trump’s first presidency.
Today, in the first months of Trump’s second term, many Americans are now feeling how I did after the accident six years ago. There really is no foundation to American society. As an American citizen, you are here to provide money, via your personal labor, to people who will murder you if you do not. Freedom, democracy, human rights, all false promises to keep three hundred million human beings in forced servitude.
Many people now must feel the future is extremely uncertain to the point of no future at all. Anything that’s here today could be gone tomorrow. The institutions you hope will help you in troubled times are causing the trouble. The leader of the nation is a convicted criminal, organized crime essentially owns the country and most, if not all, of the government. American politicians, government and police are as corrupt, if not more so, as any nation or organization on Earth. America has the most money, we have the most corruption. Simple math.
This has been my life, along with many others, for the past six years. America is a failing nation. A rapidly failing nation. I know because I am living on the front line. Everything I had that made me an American has been taken away. I’ve been living in places where the Federal government has already failed. Things are way worse than the average American knows. What Americans see on television and what is actually happening is vastly different on many levels. An entire nation of relatively intelligent people brainwashed. Of course very few people know enough recent human history to see the frightening similarity to the rise of Nazi Germany in the late 1930’s. If there is one thing America is very good at, it’s repeating the mistakes of history.
In any civilization, there is one basic rule. You must respect the right to live of your fellow humans. Clearly, in America, we do not have that now. There is no difference between truth and lies. You feel there is nothing or no one that can be trusted. That’s what it’s going to be like from here. People say “it’s going to be a long four years”. I’ve already been waiting for six years and there is no light at the end of the American tunnel.
For me personally, there is absolutely no hope of ever living indoors again, eating a cooked meal at a table, an indoor bathroom, a shower more than twice a year or having a complete night of sleep. While lying awake at night in too much pain to sleep, I think for the millionth time, why did I obey the law and stop for that construction zone flagman? I lost my business to drug dealing cops and lost everything else to cops and their organized crime bosses protecting drug traffickers. I’ve lived under police death threat for more than five years. I have not had any meaningful medical care in six years even though I have injuries that will probably cripple or kill me by the end of the year.
Knowing that I have been punished far worse than any of the criminals that tried to overthrow the American government because I stopped for a stop sign is hard to come to terms with. Jesus spent forty days and forty nights in the desert for spiritual testing and strengthening. I’ve spent more than two thousand days and two thousand nights in the desert and things have become pretty clear.
There is only one source of evil in the known universe. That source of evil is the human race. Greed, dishonesty, violence and so much more from a supposedly intelligent species. Most likely the only living beings in the universe to knowingly and willingly cause their own extinction and destroy much, or all of the planet on which they reside. Instead of developing the personal discipline to live in a productive, peaceful society, the human race blames everything and everyone except themselves for the self centered and violent world we have today. As the universal home of evil, this could very well be hell.
I’ve come to the point in my life where I think I’ve done everything I could do. I could have done more, but I have always tried to do a little bit more, so I’m sure I didn’t get cheated. The civilization I live in is falling apart at the seams which is accelerating the demise of the environment of the planet I live on. Older people always say life was better in the past. I vowed I would never say that, but as an old person myself, I have to say that life was better in the past. With succeeding generations having this point of view, one must assume that things are getting worse. The question becomes “how long do you want to live?” instead of “how long can you live?”
I got a new credit card for one that had expired. The expiration date was 2029. A strange feeling knowing the credit card will be here longer than me. Perhaps longer than American society.

The Worst of America – Outdoor Edition 5-5-25

If you want to find the worst of America, go to National Park on a weekend. You can only go to one bad neighborhood at a time, but go to a park on a weekend and you can meet bad people from hundreds of bad neighborhoods. Why do these kind of people come to National Parks? Because there is not a cop every hundred feet to keep them in check and they can literally get away with murder, which is why they come. Not interested with nature.
In 2023, I was run off of my campsite in Gifford Pinchot National Forest by a group of armed poachers. This 2025 Memorial Day weekend, and it’s not over yet, I had another disgusting, dangerous and violent incident, again in Gifford Pinchot National Forest just a short distance from the poacher’s camp.
I am camped in Gifford Pinchot at a spot a normally do not camp at. The reasons are, most of the forest was burned in a large fire last summer, this spot is used mainly by fifth wheel camping trailers that can’t get to other places, and a spot a bit off the main road where I used to camp is now a permanent homeless camp. Because of the fire, camping spots are now limited.
I set up camp on Tuesday. A few vehicles camped overnight or a couple days, but the weather was not very good. Like most decent campers, these people parked as far away from me and each other as possible.
On Thursday morning, a guy walks up to my campsite asking for “Linda Lay” to deliver a porta potty. I thought it may be one of the many horseback riding or trail running events staged here at Gifford Pinchot National Forest. A couple hours later, a fifth wheel trailer parked about ten yards from me. Three dogs immediately ran over to me, barking and snarling. One of them snapped at my leg. I yelled to the people to control their dogs, they blew me off.
Their dogs were digging up my latrine. One of the dogs was sneaking up behind me and snapped at my leg. They also chased a family of deer around, a pregnant doe not as quick as a pack of dogs. I chased the dogs off the injured pregnant deer and again yelled to the people again to control their dogs, a man cursed at me.
A lady came into my campsite and told me that this is the spot of the “Dallas Family Reunion”, there would be twenty five to fifty people here and that I need to move to a different spot. I told here I was not moving, I was here first and not causing any problems. I asked why she chose to park their trailer right on top of me instead of taking one of the other two dozen empty campsites in the immediate vicinity. I also told her that their dogs were trying to bite me, could you please control your dogs? She walked away.
The following morning, Friday, I was standing by the tailgate of my truck when I saw my “neighbor’s” dogs sneaking up on my truck from the woods. After trying to kill a pregnant deer, they already tried to bite me twice and were going for a third try. I took my .22 revolver and fired it, point blank, into a tree stump, hopefully to scare the dogs away. Shooting is legal in Gifford Pinchot National Forest and anyone who comes here unarmed and not prepared to defend themselves should stay home.
The woman and an elderly man came running into my campsite, cursing and making threats. I told them to stop, but the old guy came right into my campsite and took a swing at my head. He told me “a lot more people are coming” and I need to move out. I pointed out that I had asked them to control the dogs, which they did not do. I reminded them that they could have had some minimal respect and camped a bit further away and avoided the whole deal, especially with so many people. I also pointed out that I was here before they arrived, and they and their dogs have come into my campsite to harass and threaten me, I never even walked in the direction of their trailer because of the vicious dogs. They have created and initiated every conflict.
Of course they are doing this because they want this campsite all to themselves on a holiday weekend.
They had the porta potty delivered here before they even arrived, without any regard for other campers who might be here before them on a busy holiday weekend. Their pack of dogs roams freely within a one mile radius of the people’s trailer, harassing everything and everyone. I had hoped to do some hiking this weekend, but between the dogs and the regular threats of violence in order to get me to move, I can’t even walk ten yards from my truck.
It’s Saturday, so I assume the Dallas family will be arriving soon. I have every right to assume that after talking with the people who have been regularly harassing me for the past couple days, at least some of them will be armed. They tried a pack of dogs, the old man tried to clock me, maybe a gun in the face will convince me to move from their private camping area.
These people are extremely dangerous. I mean what kind of person uses a pack of dogs to kill wild animals? Since the dogs try to bite me every time I move ten feet from my vehicle and the dog’s owner tried to hit me in the head after chasing his dogs off the injured pregnant deer, I have every right to assume that this guy will hurt me, if given a chance and I have the right to defend myself from a person who sees killing as entertainment.

Here We Go Again 6-13-25

Repeating the mistakes of history is something America does very well and it’s happening again. President Donald Trump has sent the National Guard and the US Marines to “defend the city from invasion” from illegal immigrants and anyone else who gets in the way.
Putting American military on the streets of America is a very bad thing. It is a clear sign of the breakdown of civil society, law and order. In many cases, it is the last act of a failed nation. Americans would be foolish to believe that is not a real possibility at this time.
In late 1970, I was a young US Marine at my first duty station at MCRD, attending electronics school. This Communications battalion later moved to Twenty Nine Palms, where the Marines currently deployed to the streets of Los Angeles are from. I was only there a short time, when our platoon was ordered to report for “riot training”.
After our day of school or training, we were trained in crowd suppression, or riot control techniques. We were issued black helmets, riot shields and a riot ‘baton”, kind of a long billy club. This riot training was hugely unpopular with me and my fellow Marines. People in the military were already unpopular, after this, we might as well not even go off base.
At this time, everybody knew the War in Vietnam was a huge, costly mistake. Everyone wanted the war to end because it was ripping the country apart. President Richard Nixon would continue the Vietnam war for years until forced to resign in scandal. Anti war protests increased among the civilian population as the hugely unpopular war continued.
I joined the Marines as a seventeen year old high school senior. I would have been drafted, probably into the Army and straight to Vietnam. I figured I’d have a better chance of survival with the Marines. I did not want to go to Vietnam. The war in Vietnam was wrong from start to finish.
Just a few weeks before I left for Marine boot camp, the Ohio National Guard murdered three innocent Kent State University college students. Kent State is close to where I grew up. I know people who went to school there and I had been there several times. Those students were right, the soldiers who killed them were wrong, there’s no two ways about it. And now me, a seventeen year old kid, leaving for boot camp to join the wrong side was a challenging part of my life.
On top of that, I had befriended a bunch of locals and I knew there was a very good chance that if there were any anti war protests, they would be there. I could not imagine beating up people that I knew personally. If I was not in the Marine Corps, I would be standing next to them.
I went to my commanding officer and told him that I would not assault any American citizens. I told him about Kent State and the local people I knew. I told him that I joined the Marines to defend the country, not beat up a bunch of unarmed civilians. If it meant being court martialed, which I fully expected, then so be it. The CO told me to get in line with everybody else in the platoon who had been in also requesting court martial over riot control. There was no further riot training.
There are Marines sleeping on the floor of some federal building in Los Angeles today. American troops are once again on American streets, where they absolutely should not be. They are probably having the same thoughts me and my fellow Marines were having more than fifty years ago. We refused to assault American citizens, we’ll see what happens this time as the country descends into chaos.

Veterans Administration – Death’s Waiting Room 6-16-25

Last week was my annual Veterans Administration physical. Despite the appointment being made a year in advance, it was cancelled by phone two hours prior to the appointment. My residential situation is not ideal, so in order to make the appointment on time, I slept overnight in a nearby highway rest area. Cancelled appointments are a fact of life with the VA.
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I had no choice but to turn to the Veterans Administration for health care. I had been sprayed with some sort of agricultural chemical that left me unable to breathe. After nearly being killed by a doctor who prescribed medication to which I had a severe reaction, I needed to find healthcare that put the patient’s well being ahead of cash or I would suffocate to death.
The first time I went to the VA, a saw an actual doctor in person. He was young and had just moved to the area. He prescribed a couple tests, I was diagnosed with COPD and prescribed medication that allowed me to breathe again.
One visit to the VA and my breathing problem was under control, something the private medical clinic was unable to do with at least three doctors and months of office visits that racked up a sizable bill for not doing anything.
On October 11, 2018, I was hit by a semi truck while stopped for a construction zone flagman. I was seriously injured and my truck and most of the contents were destroyed. Both my insurance company and the insurance company for the truck driver who hit me refused to pay for damages or medical expenses. This wiped out my entire savings and I wound up living in my truck with serious injuries and no money.
In addition to the physical injuries, my hearing aids that I need to hear had been lost when I was hit by the semi. The truck driver’s insurance company refused to replace them so I asked the VA for replacement hearing aids. I didn’t hear from them, the COVID epidemic hit and it would be more than two years before I could get replacement hearing aids from the VA. Injured, broke and deaf, there would never return to a normal life.
On my next annual VA checkup, I told the doctor that I was hurt and living in my truck, I could use a little help. Even though I was homeless, I was signed up for a home yoga class. That would be the last time I would speak to a human doctor at the VA. As they switched from in person to various stages of “tele-med”, which is a video conference or meeting with no physical contact, the results were pretty much the same. I say I’m hurt and homeless, they do nothing.
Over the years, the untreated injuries from the accident have gotten worse. Once a physically active person, I can barely walk. My left hip has “popped out” several times and my left arm, especially my shoulder, is permanently damaged. I am awakened several times a night, every night by pain in my hips. Since October 11, 2018, I have not had a night’s sleep. Pain wakes me up every morning, already exhausted from a painful night of no sleep. It’s painful to stand, sit, walk or lie down. Constant pain 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Seven years now.
Last year, six years after the accident, I went for my annual VA physical. I told them that my health situation is getting worse, I’m not getting any younger, I could use a little help. This time, the tele-med person, I couldn’t tell you his qualifications, told me “he didn’t believe me” that my story “sounded like a movie” and that I need to see a psychologist.
After years of asking the VA for help and receiving none, now I receive a completely incorrect diagnosis. Not getting the help I need is bad, but now the VA has made it even worse. At this time, I realize there will be nothing positive from the VA for me.
Before I started this article, I was going to say that I have no complaint against the people who have treated me at the VA facilities I have visited, including the small rural VA clinic I usually attend that is almost certainly understaffed and underfunded. However, I can’t say that. I have been asking for help for years without any consideration whatsoever. Perhaps the VA does not believe they should offer any. I was under the impression that the VA was legally obliged to provide treatment to all qualified veterans, but that’s not the case. VA employees are not required to treat veterans based on political party or beliefs, or if the veteran is unmarried. All right here in an executive order from draft dodger and convicted felon, President Donald Trump. Maybe the people at the VA want to help me, maybe they don’t. It’s official now, but how long has this been going on? Maybe they are being nice to my face while refusing to treat me, At this point, I just don’t know. I feel that I need to trust that a doctor will do what’s best for me. There is no trust here.
Still, in order to receive the COPD medication I need to breathe, I have to have a physical every year or two years, I don’t know for sure. That’s why I made the appointment last year even though I knew there would be no medical assistance of any kind. The appointment was cancelled, so here I am.
With no further medical care from the VA and only questionable health care available, it’s the end of the road for me. I just turned seventy three years old. Living on the street for seven years with crippling injuries has cut years from my life. One way or another, I think I’ll be dead within six months, maybe a year. You see, veteran suicide is not suicide at all, it’s slow torture and murder to get a sick veteran off the books. Veterans know the truth, almost everything Americans believe is a lie. Vets know this, because they rarely hear the truth. A lifetime of lies, pain and suffering with no relief, your entire life wasted because you served your country. With no hope for the future, no relief from pain and suffering, a vet puts a bullet in his head to stop the lies and “he killed himself”. He did not kill himself, he was skillfully guided to that end. But the government is saving money, that’s how it works.
Check back soon, watch me die.

Cause of Death: America 7-18-25

The suffering has been going on for nearly seven years. No medical care and living on the side of the road has taken it’s toll. I feel like I can only hang on another few months and that will be the end for me. The cause of death: America.
A semi truck accident in 2018 left me with serious injuries to my hips, left arm and leg. Because the insurance companies involved refused to pay for any injuries or damage from the accident, I have received no medical care for these injuries and they have gotten progressively worse. Each and every day is twenty four hours of constant pain.
The damage to my hips, especially my left hip, now prevents me from moving freely. I cannot stand, sit or lie down without sharp, stabbing pain. An active bicycle riding, kayaking and healthy adult just a few years ago, I am now a cripple who had difficulty standing or walking. Sleeping at night is very painful. The pain wakes me up every hour or two and I have to move around until the pain temporarily subsides and I can sleep for another hour or two. This goes on all night, every night until the pain get so bad I have to wake up, usually about 0400 or 0500. When I wake up, I have to gingerly move around for about a half hour in severe pain before I can do anything with just moderate pain. Most days, I wake up just as tired as when I tried to go to sleep. After seven years, this has caused some damage.
In addition to the injuries from the semi truck accident, which was not my fault, my lungs have been permanently damaged after being sprayed by agricultural chemicals while riding my bicycle on a public road. This has left me with COPD, which forces me to take medication to stay alive. Eventually COPD causes death.
All my life, I’ve tried to live a healthy lifestyle and was in very good shape for my age until I was poisoned by agricultural crop spraying. Until that happened, I had not been to a doctor or taken any prescription drugs for twenty years. Now I am crippled and have a terminal disease, all due to the actions of others, none of whom have had to accept responsibility for their actions.
Money is the most important thing in America and it is far more important than life itself. The commercial farmer spraying pesticide into the windy skies doesn’t care if he’s hurting or killing anybody. His business takes priority over everything. The guys driving the crop sprayer and handling the dangerous chemicals are migrant workers. When they get sick from being poisoned on a daily basis, he calls ICE and has them shipped back to Mexico. This shows the tremendous lack of respect for human life by a church going, American flag waving pillar of the community. Besides, the farmer’s cousin is probably the local Department of Agriculture representative and his brother-in-law is the County Judge. In America, there is much more to the picture than meets the eye. At this stage of the game, everything in America, everything that is American, is a partial truth. At best.
The semi truck accident in 2018 was an event that changed my life. Stopped for a construction zone flagman, rear ended by a semi truck with a passenger, dog and driver who did not touch the brakes, is clearly the fault of the commercial truck driver. Following the accident, my insurance company and the truck drivers insurance company refused to pay for any injuries or damage, repeatedly threatened me and stole my truck using false documents. When I called the State of Oregon, whose road construction job site it was, I was told by Oregon State Police that if I called again “I would be the next veteran suicide”.
With minimal investigation on my part, it was pretty clear that the truck that hit me in the construction zone was delivering cartel drugs. Owned by eastern Europeans in Chicago, it was common knowledge among truck drivers they were a cartel delivery company. The American trucking “industry” is under the control of organized crime and has been for decades. The “insurance industry” is another front for organized crime, providing “protection” without regulation or oversight, also for decades. All under the protection of state and local police, also on the payroll, commercial trucks deliver cartel drugs to every city and town in the United States, running people over, killing a few here and there. How many people are injured and killed by semi truck drivers? With police and federal transportation officials on the organization payroll, the fabricated statistics and reports created to favor insurance company interests will never show the truth.
As a result of the semi truck accident and the insurance companies refusal to pay for any damages or medical expenses, all my retirement savings were exhausted. I was severely injured, homeless and down to my last fifty dollars. All because I obeyed the law and stopped for that construction zone flagman. About a year following the accident, I filed a claim in my county Small Claims Court, the only legal option available to me. The judge bent over backwards with the insurance company lawyer(no attorney for me) to make sure the insurance companies got their way, ruling the truck driver who ran over a vehicle stopped in a construction zone had no responsibility for his actions and his insurance company had no obligation to pay for any injuries or damages. The judge did make the insurance company pay blue book value for my truck that they stole using false documents(an “oversight” according to the judge) and waived a year’s worth of storage fees. The insurance company not only stole my truck, they were charging me for storage fees. I walked out of the county courthouse in my hometown of 1500 people a homeless veteran, while the out of town insurance lawyer walked out with a pocketful of profit. I had hoped to get enough money to replace my hearing aids that were lost in the accident and insurance refused to replace, so that I could at least hear enough to carry on a conversation, but that was not the case. Not having any money was bad, not being able to hear was pretty much a life sentence of homelessness.
With basically no money, almost deaf and no treatment for serious injuries, my only hope was the Veterans Administration. I don’t like going to the VA because there are other veterans who need help more than I do. My medical expenses should be paid by the people who caused the damage, but that’s not the way things work here in America. The Veterans Administration is chronically underfunded and understaffed. This is particularly true of small rural VA clinic that I go to. They serve thousands of veterans across a good portion of two states with insufficient resources. I get hearing aids, which I am grateful for, from a large VA facility about two hours away. I only go there every five years, so I may be done with that. I have always been treated with respect by the healthcare professionals at the local VA facilities. I have no complaint with any of them and am grateful for any assistance they have provided me.
Each year, I have a thirty minute annual physical to qualify for prescription medication which I need to stay alive. In that thirty minutes, usually by “tele-med”, a physicians assistant or medical personnel on video conference. About eight months following the accident, at my annual VA appointment in 2019, I told the VA person on the tele-med that I was really hurt and I’m living in my truck, I could use a little help. I can’t honestly say they told me “no”, my request was simply ignored. I also called the VA Audiology Department to see if I could get replacement hearing aids. Usually, things with the VA take a long time. Making appointments a year in advance is normal. Largely due to the COVID pandemic, it would take more than two years before I could get a pair of hearing aids.
The COVID pandemic curtailed or shut down a good portion of VA health services for veterans. During the pandemic, the only contact with the VA was by the Veterans Administration website. In person visits were cancelled for a couple years, then switched over to tele-med. Every year, I would go in for the annual physical. Each year, I say that I’m hurt, it’s getting worse and I’m living in my truck, I could use a little help. Each year my request was ignored.
I made the same request year after year, ignored each time, until 2024, last year. When you have serious injury and you don’t get treatment, it gets worse. After years of no medical care and living outdoors 24/7, the pain was reaching the unbearable point, I really needed some help. The physicians assistant I was speaking with, going through paperwork while talking, said some things that made me wonder if he was looking at the correct patient file. Finally, he told me I need to see a psychologist. I was hit by a semi truck and the treatment plan is to see a psychologist? This diagnosis was so far off, it was shocking. Even worse, anyone can plainly see that I am having trouble walking. I walk with a pronounced limp and have difficulty getting out of a chair. When I move my left shoulder, cracking and popping noises can be clearly heard and the rough, jagged action of rotating my shoulder can be easily felt. Yet, the VA chooses to not use a primary tool of science, direct observation. As a result, a major misdiagnosis was made. Along with the fact that VA employees are not required to provide service to veterans they don’t like, I was now going backwards and my trust and confidence in VA healthcare is gone.
This year, 2025, I am just about to show up for the appointment that I made a year in advance in cancelled with two hours notice. As I mentioned, this is a rural area and the VA Clinic is not just down the street. I told them, due to the wildly incorrect diagnosis of the previous year, I did not want treatment I felt not only was not beneficial, but was actually hurting me. Saying someone is mentally ill with no testing, based on fifteen minutes of video conferencing, I felt was pretty reckless and completely incorrect. I told the VA I did not want to continue that type of treatment, could you just please continue the prescription medication I need to keep breathing? Begging and groveling for medical care is another benefit of VA healthcare. I was told that I am required to have an annual physical to continue prescription medication. Hopefully, they will, at least for awhile.
I was run over in a construction zone by a semi truck owned and operated by a criminal organization under the protection of American state and county law enforcement officers. The driver and the owners of the truck had no responsibility for the injuries and damage they caused, confirmed by a Klickitat County, Washington judge, ruling neither the driver of the truck or the owner of the truck were personally responsible for their actions. As a result the accident, I lost all my savings and became homeless along with being crippled. I asked the Veterans Administration medical personel for help six years in a row and the request was ignored six years in a row. Now, I’m seventy three years old, I’ve been living outdoors year round for eight years. I am in constant, intense pain all day and all night. I can’t lie down, stand or sit for any length of time. I have no hope of anything positive happening. I can’t take the pain much longer and no hope for the future beyond the next fifteen minutes.
Veteran suicide is not a veteran killing himself. It’s slow torture and needless death. The society that calls them “heroes” is the same society that lied to a young person, promising they would be taken care of later if they served the nation now. This has got to be one of the greatest lies of a nation built on a foundation of lies. Many died in American political/economic “wars”, losing every war since World War II. Perhaps even worse than death, some veterans had to kill other human beings in these political wars. These are terrible things for most people to live with. Some people just want it all to end and it does. The veteran may have pulled the trigger, but he did not kill himself. I have known veterans who went this way and I can say without any doubt that they did not get the help they needed. They asked for help, they didn’t get it. It’s the same story over and over. It’s probably going to be my story as well.
Back in 2018 following the semi truck accident, threats from the truck owner’s insurance company and most serious of all, the death threats from Oregon State Police to make me a “veteran suicide”, were the impetus to create this website. Should I suffer “suicide” at the hands of the police, there would be a chance that my side of the story would be told. Back then, some of the things I said may have sounded outrageous. Now, in July, 2025, America has a convicted felon as President, who has hand picked corrupt judges and appointed corrupt cronies to important Federal government positions. The civil rights of Americans, supposedly protected by the Constitution, are being revoked by Presidential executive orders. The American military is on the on the streets of America, seizing American citizens off the street by order of the President and incarcerating them in the first round of American concentration camps. President Trump has cut healthcare and public assistance to veterans like myself and to American senior citizens. Trump has also cut funding for the Veterans Administration. President Trump says he “hates people who didn’t vote for him” and is using taxpayer funded resources to punish Americans he views as not loyal to him. People will die, just like me, to save billionaires a few bucks on taxes.
I will be dead soon, I have no other real options. I have punished far more severely for obeying the law and stopping at a stop sign than the armed insurrectionists who tried to violently overthrow the United States government. Sad part is, a lot of other people will die as well. For no reason other than to buy some billionaire a new swimming pool. This website will be my headstone. The truth doesn’t mean anything when I’m alive, maybe it will mean something when I’m dead. I stand by what I said seven years ago and I say it again today. America is a failed civilization and it’s not going to be around much longer. I’ve had a pretty good life until the last part of it, I certainly don’t want to be around when the hate filled, armed to the teeth Americans start shooting each other. There will be chaos as never seen before as 300 million Americans try to kill each other.