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.