You All Know What Needs to be Done

Alt title: The Invisible Man

Been meaning to write a post about being homeless, for the very longest time. Since months ago, when I first hit the streets (as if I were the first, or only one to have their life turned upside down).

Three months ago, some buttwipe from Smellay, bought the small complex where I had lived for the previous ten months. And waited three whole entire days (yeah, really). Before (anonymously) taping 30 day eviction notices, to the doors of seventeen units.

It wasn't a good sign, seeing the previous long time, 30 year owners. Loading a Uhaul truck, and waving goodbye on a Sunday morning.

It was wonderful way to start the day, opening your front door in the morning. And seeing the notice taped to your door.

As if I had all the time in the world, to hunt down another apartment. Which I didn't. Completely caught up, in a whole passel of other (Large) existential battles. Which actually were job number one. Serious (medical) stuff, that couldn't wait, or take a back seat [though yes, praise Gawt, we now have it all sorted out (three med appointments this past week alone. With two surgeries scheduled for this year. One of them, my ninth abdominal. And the other, my third pacemaker)].

Thirty days passed in the blink of an eye. And of course next thing you knew, I was sleeping in my twenty year old car (the beat up, sixty plus years old man, hired labor. For the move to storage). Yes, there was some panic, and a big boatload of anxiety. Though the power seats of the retired police cruiser, reclined enough. And the fifteen grand I put in, in repairs the previous twelve years, paid dividends (including the new transmission for three grand. Before leaving Cali for good).

Housing challenged, compounded by the brutal anal rape of the economy and the Country (a twofer). Courtesy of the Filchy Foreign Born Mooselimb Traitor, Hussein da'Membrane. He, with his hand up the puppet/Diaper Boy's arse.

They well and truly are trying to destroy as much as they can. As quickly as they can. Yes, they really are. And if you don't understand this? Then pretty PLEASE take yourself out of the game NOW (lead, follow, or get the f*ck out of the way).

Five million alien invaders from the third world (without a place to live). Blackrock …  buying anything and everything available in rental housing. The totality of it all, leaves just about NOTHING (I'd tell Buraq to sugg me deek. Butt well … he would enjoy that).

And so homey the clown, real estate investor (from Smellay). Tosses some fresh paint up on the walls, and throws down new flooring. And voila … the rents are now exactly double (from $600 … to $1,200). And get this, every unit is currently rented.

After three weeks of realtors not even extending the courtesy of a reply to an inquiry. Or people offering a "great deal" (some rundown shack with broken windows, or a bug infested fifth wheel trailer, for a grand).

I threw in the towel, after driving by and randomly spotting it on the dealer's lot, bought a van to live in.

Just like a few hundred others here in town. Not to mention the many other hundreds of homeless, camping out, sleeping in tents or under the stars. Recognizable by their weathered skin and the layer of dust on their person. When you see them trudge into Mickey D's,  for coffee in the morning.

And without an actual atomic address? To the banks, credit unions, and finance companies you aren't less than a person, no. You are a non person.

After suffering through all that humiliation and degradation. We managed to eventually get the job done. Though the f*ckwad dealer, failed to include a spare tire (what do you want for $30K?). And is slow walking providing one. I'll give them another couple of weeks, before filing in small claims court.

Each day, on the streets of small town Arizona, my heart breaks anew. Espying each new daily admission to the homeless population. Each more pathetic, hopeless, and desperate than the last. I ain't proud, but it was an epic battle to hold back the tears this morning. Seeing the elderly gal, hunched over, unable to even stand up. Barely able to walk. Living in her Hyundai.

She, like hundreds of others here, availing herself of a bathroom. Cheap coffee, and free wifi. And the proprietors of said establishments, front line providers (truly the hands of G*d). In Chucklehead Odorama's war on America. On Whitey. And yet he lives in the single w h i t e s t enclave in the entire Country.

We're losing the Country. And F A A A S T approaching the point of no return. They are playing for keeps. These filchy Traitors with badges and guns. But do not possess the rule of Law. They ARE amoral, illegal, and illegitimate. And in such, worthy of nothing but our spit.

IT IS YOUR DUTY NOT TO COMPLY.

IT IS YOUR DUTY NOT TO SUBMIT.

IT IS YOUR DUTY TO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE ARRESTED FOR A FAKE, MADE UP CRIME.

You all know what needs to be done. Yes you do.