Two Toned Too Stalk

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You know, in 2003, I was forced to hock all my musical equipment: 8 classic electric and acoustic guitars, stacks of amps, monitors, mics etc, and sell my 3000 classic vinyl albums - all stuff it took me 30 years to collect - and hit the road in the dead of night in a beat-up Subaru station wagon for which I had traded my dead grandfather's last guitar.

I had received credible death threats (not on MY life, which I would have ignored) but on the lives of my friends, if I didn't leave Golden, Colorado, and cease my 3 year independent investigation there of undercover law enforcement Drug Task Forces.  These threats were made by paid confidential informants, working for both West, and South Metro Drug Enforcement Task Forces.

I started this blog way back then, after reaching the relative safety of car camping hidden in the desert wilderness west of Sedona. I would sneak into town and post from the library there, but I never wrote down, or told ANYONE, the entire story.  My current situation is reminiscent of those daze.  Local police have threatened to "delete me".  So, I will share the details of both these stories with you all now.  This will comprise my 5th self-published book of investigative journalism, entitled: "Two Toned Too Stalk".

I'm 64 years old, had a double-bypass in 2009, and am slowly dying of congestive heart failure.  I am so tired of the persecution for exposing corruption and abuse, and sacrificing everything I hold dear in the process, that I will file a DNR order, because I just want to 'cycle-off' out of this compelled-to-bear-witness lifetime.  So, this may be the last big piece I write.  Mahalo.  );{>

25,000 Readers In 10 Countries Since 2003

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Celebrating 13 Years Published, And 25,000 Readers In 10 Countries

You know, some people in this backwater town of 4,000 people where I got stuck when my RV broke down, 3 years ago, don't believe this blog even exists, or that I am a small-time internet journalist.  So be it.  They are ignorant fools, and RWNJs for the most part.  300 people every month still peruse these pages, even though I've not put up a post for years.  Hmmmm.  They all must have healthy imaginations to invent my verbiage!

Anyway, just wanted to drop in, and begin to post a little about what has been happening to me since last I sat down to write here.  I may be interrupted by an eviction from the HUD funded Senior Apts. in which I live, because I have dared to buck the system, as is ever my wont.

My attempts to form a Tenant's Union here have been met with retaliation by representatives of the the soulless multinational corporation that makes billions from warehousing the elderly poor, in sometimes appalling conditions.  I have a FaceBook Page entitled: "Abuse Of The Elderly Poor" that chronicles my current attempt at upholding "Truth, Justice and the American Way" with reports on fascism in rural Amerika.  Follow my struggle, and my dialectic there.

I intend to write more here about my abuse in these environs in the near future, and will try to more succinctly tell this story on these pages.  Mahalo, and Blessed Be, all.  );{>