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 assasination 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 ronbosroad.com website is online. Links updated.