OGD – Update

Operation Gold Dust is in danger of being cancelled out for this year.  After buying everything needed to head out to Colorado and panning for gold, my shoulder started hurting.  X-rays were shot and arthritis and a spur was discovered, but that is no biggy.  Then, I was sent for physical therapy.  During PT, the therapist moved that arm all around and says he thinks I have a rotator cuff injury.   He does not think it is torn all the way through, but we will see.  If physical therapy does not help, surgery.  Surgery would put me in physical therapy during the time OGD is supposed to be happening.

When my other shoulder hurt like this, I ended up having two surgeries and physical therapy for 18 months and I never got full motion back.

 

SIGH

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Ban Humanity!

Guns have been used by people in several mass shootings – Let’s ban all guns!

Vehicles were used by people to mow down people in New York, Paris, London, and who knows where else – Let’s ban all vehicles!

Several serial killers have used knives as a means to murder innocent people – Let’s ban all knives!

A male nurse uses a syringe and drugs to kill off patients – Let’s ban all syringes and prescription drugs!

People smoking cigarettes kill more people than any other method – Let’s ban tobacco!

Alcohol kills people – Let’s ban all alcohol!

A cyanide pesticide (Zyklon B) was used by people to kill millions of other people during World War II, let’s ban all other chemicals!

People keep blaming inanimate objects for killing people when in actuality the only common denominator in all these instances is people, not the inanimate objects. So instead of actually addressing the real issue, let’s just ban humanity.

Or, should we address the characteristics that are present in certain types of people and protect humanity from the evil amongst us?

 

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Rural Iowegian, Criminal At Large?

Last night the police were called on me by my daughter’s now EX-fiancé.  He told them that I was on my way to beat him up.  “Wow! The Rural Iowegian a violent person” you ask?  No, I am not a violent person normally, but I could be goaded into getting violent.

It all started when I got a call from my daughter who was crying.  She told me that her fiancé had come home after being absent for 24 hours and started yelling at her.  She explained that he said she was “worthless” and “evil” to start with and while yelling at her kept getting up in her face.  I told her to put him on the phone and she replied “I’m locked in my bedroom and can’t go out there because I don’t know what he’ll do.”

I told her that I would head over there to talk to him and see what his problem is.  She replied “Please hurry.”  I got dressed (I’m a night worker and she had woken me up an hour before I was supposed to get up and get ready for work).  Told my wife what was going on and headed out the door.

When I arrived at the secure apartment building, my daughter gave me the code to get in and I entered.  When I opened the door the boy was sitting on the sofa and my daughter came out and told me that he had called the police and told them I had threatened to come over and beat him up.  I told my daughter that I had no problems with him lying to the police because the truth would come out.

He then told me that I was not entitled to be in the apartment and I had to leave.  I laughed and explained to him that since my daughter was the only one on the lease and she had asked me to come over, I was completely entitled to be there to which he replied “Then you are part of the entitlement problem in America.”

Ignoring his statement, I asked what his problem was.  “Your daughter is the problem, not me” came the response.  I said “My daughter?  You mean the one who took you in because you were homeless and unemployed?  The one who cared for your two daughters and gave them adult guidance that they weren’t getting from their birth parents?  The one who encouraged you and got you the help you needed when you were manically depressed?  The daughter, whose family treated you as family because you did not have a support network without them?  The daughter who bought them birthday gifts and Christmas gifts because you didn’t have any money or a job?  Are you talking about the daughter, whose family helped you move when you got kicked out of your apartment and even rented the moving truck because you didn’t have any money to do so? Is that the daughter you now claim is the problem?”  I said this all without raising my voice or any anger in my speech.

It was at this point three police officers came through the door.  I was standing at least six feet from this boy with both hands shoved in my pockets, where they had been the whole time.
“That’s him” he told the police officers and pointed at me.  Two officers took me and my daughter into the bedroom so they could interview us separately.  They asked not if, but why I had threatened him.  I told them that I had never threatened him and proceeded to explain what had happened to bring me to the apartment.  They asked for my identifiers and then called dispatch to make sure I was not wanted.

While they were doing that, I heard the boy say from the other room that maybe I had not threatened to beat him up but my daughter had threatened to have her father or brother come over and beat him up.  “Can’t even keep your story straight can you” I blurted out.  The officer in front of me told me not to escalate the situation.  I looked at the officer and explained that he could ask anyone that knows me how well I put of with lying, especially when someone is lying about me or a family member.

What came out of his mouth afterwards really irked me.  He told the officer that they had been engaged, but he no longer wanted to marry her, but wanted to continue to live under her roof as a ‘roommate’.  It all became clear in a heartbeat!  He was going to be homeless so he proposed to my daughter so he could move in with her.  Now that he had just gotten a job but could not afford to get his own place because he is thousands of dollars in arrears in child support, he needs someone to pay the rent so he has a place to sleep and take his kids when he has visitation!  When my daughter heard him say that, she removed the engagement ring from her finger and dropped it on the floor, visibly heart broken.

Then the officers had a discussion and asked me if I lived locally.  I told them I did and they asked if my daughter could spend the night with me as they didn’t want to have to return to handle another situation that night.  I said “since my daughter is the only one on the lease and this is her apartment, I would suggest that your remove him from the apartment.”  Their response was shocking!  They said “He says he doesn’t have anywhere to go and would have to sleep in his car if he was kicked out of here.”  I told them that he had just got a job and therefore should be able to afford a hotel room for the night, but either way that was not my daughter’s problem because this apartment is hers, not his.

They insisted that my daughter leave so I told them, as I wrote down their names and badge numbers, that if anything in the apartment was damaged to include the apartment itself, or if anything of hers came up missing, I would be holding them and the police department civilly liable for the costs to include court costs, and asked them if they fully comprehended their actions and the possible consequences.  One of the officers acknowledged (which is good because they were all wearing body cams which would record the responses) and then turned to the boy and told him if he did anything stupid like damage the premises or her belongings that he would be arrested.

At this point, a friend of my daughter’s showed up and together they started packing what she would need for a few days.  Two of the officers ‘escorted’ me out of the building and told me not to threaten him again.  I looked at them and told them they were poor ignorant fools to think I would jeopardize my name and freedom for a piece of bovine fecal matter.  I told them I could do more damage to him and get more justice for my daughter through the legal system than I could hurting my hand on his face.  I asked them to check and see how many times the police had been called to the apartment on situations caused  by him before and one did.  It turns out the police had been to my daughter’s apartment three times prior (that I did not know about) where he was verbally abusing my daughter, but verbal abuse is not a crime in Iowa.

I then suggested they refocus their attention on the true perpetrator in this incident instead of protecting him, got in my vehicle and left.

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Thought for Today (1/22/2018)

With all the misinformation being gobbled up by mindless minions of the media I decided to speak my peace to one of them today.  My knee jerk reaction was to ask this person “You mean to tell me that out of 500 million sperm cells ejaculated at the time of your conception, you are the one who won the race?”  But, I immediately held myself back and came up with this in its stead:

Check the facts BEFORE you spew, and you won’t be the one to make a fool out of you. ~ ME

Just a thought…

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OGD 1/13/2018

Yesterday I wrote to the Bureau of Land Management with questions concerning my upcoming trip to Colorado.  Amazingly, they responded back in the same day.  While reading through their responses to the questions I posed, I found one, let’s say concernedly shallow.

The question I had posed was “Is it lawful to carry personal protection while on Bureau of Land Management lands?  The answer came back “It is lawful, but be informed that if you kill a bear of mountain lion in self defense that is attacking you, you have to fill out paperwork afterwards.  You might consider using bear mace.”

First of all, when protecting my life, I want the most lethal means available to ensure I get to suck air another day.  Second, the maximum effective range of bear mace in optimal conditions is 35 feet.  When I say optimal conditions, that means the wind is at your back and blowing from you to the oncoming predator.  If you don’t have optimal conditions, the effective range can drop down to less than 15′.   A black bear can cover 50 feet per second meaning you have 7/10ths of a second to see the danger, pull out the bear mace and hit it with enough mace to make it change its mind about attacking you.  Since my reaction time at my age is not even close to being catlike, all the mace will do is make the bear’s eyes burn while he is mauling me.

If I am unlucky enough to have a mountain lion attacking instead of a bear, it can travel at 73′ per second meaning I now only have slightly less than 1/2 second to recognize the threat, pull out the protection, and hit it in the chest and face with mace before he is clamping down on my neck with his incisors.

Considering all my options, I’ll be more than happy to fill out paperwork if necessary.

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Operation Gold Dust

So I took my break from the cyber world and while doing so came up with several projects to do this year.  They vary from insulating the garage to Operation Refuge (building a hunting cabin in my 90 acres of forest and Operation Gold Dust.

Operation Gold Dust is nothing more than checking something off my bucket list.  In the last half of June I, and an old friend from my military career, will be heading into the Rocky Mountains to pan for gold.

I had originally planned for a two week trip, but my friend can only go for one.  This will minimize my ability to pan for gold as it will take a couple days to acclimate to the altitude of 10,000 feet above sea level.  However, my wife insists that I not go alone so I had to adjust.

I have located a few promising areas identified by other gold claims in the area, areas of confluence of streams that wind down the mountain and gravel bars on the inside of curves.  That about limits my knowledge for pre-trip preparation for panning sites.  Once we get there, I know to look for quartz and black sand in the pans when panning.

I have started my pre-trip amassing of supplies:

  • metal detector – I have 2, an older White’s 6000 Pro/DI analog metal detector, and another White’s that is digital
  • gold pans and sluice – I have both on order and will be here this week.
  • Tent – I have a 6 person canvas tent, two cots, and extreme cold sleeping bags
  • Campware – I have plates, cups, pots, pans, knives, forks and spoons
  • Hatchets, saws, and a sledge hammer – Have them
  • Personal protection – a .45/70 lever action rifle and a .45 cal handgun
  • Generator – 1K Honda Inverter
  • First Aid Kit – One of the better first aid kits to handle everything but surgery
  • Maps – ordered from the Bureau of Land Management
  • Cameras – I have more than enough camera equipment to document an adventure

Other than food, which will be purchased at the time of the trip, I am not sure what I’ll need.

I plan on documenting the whole trip and all preparations.  All my posts on this trip will be entitled OGD and the date.

If you have experience and suggestions, please share!

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Thought for Today (12/24/2017)

I sit here at the keyboard one last time on the day before we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace to relay one last message, for a while at least.

I have come to the conclusion that my life has become too inundated with cyber reality for my good, or anyone else’s for that matter.  With that in mind, I am going to step away from the keyboard for a while at least.

I have projects at home, I have items on my bucket list, and I have familial obligations that are more important than relaying thoughts through cyber space.

With that being said, may God bless each and one of you with peace and prosperity.

 

– The Rural Iowegian –

Mark

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