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.