Hey campers, today I am going to finish packing all of my worldly possessions, and try to be ready for the sound of the starting gun. When the pistol shot sounds I will be out of here, even more quickly than the homesteader hopefuls in the 1800’s.
homestead act races – Google Search
Signed into law in May 1862, the Homestead Act opened up settlement in the western United States, allowing any American, including freed slaves, to put in a claim for up to 160 free acres of federal land. By the end of the Civil War, 15,000 homestead claims had been established, and more followed in the postwar years.
Homestead Act – Facts & Summary – HISTORY.com
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Presently I am waiting for a tow-bar to arrive, so I can hook the car to the tail end of the motor home. After the lights are set up, and I get a permit to drive a non-registered vehicle from Reno Nv. to N.E. Washington, that pistol shot will sound.
Home is where the heart is, for sure. I have put up with this city and am willing to never do this again! The paranoia and ill feelings from all of the local residents, truly disgust me. Everyone seems to believe everyone else is some kind of: Terrorist, Pedophile, Murderer, Thief, Gang Member, Rapist, or just plain crazy and not to be trusted or dealt with on a personal level.
So what kind of deviant am I? Well I don’t drive a brand new shiny car. I have long hair, down to my belt. I only shave weekly or monthly, depending on how social I have to be. I dress in rags, as they are going to get torn up, with all of the things I do.
I have allowed others to see me as some kind of scary person, to ward off contact. I speak my mind, and don’t hold back, when I think something needs to be said. If I state something in an intense manner, the police are usually called.
I don’t have or believe in locks, and locking everything up. It’s a hassle to have to carry keys to open places that really don’t need to be locked. Everyone else has a different opinion. They will point out how many places are broken into, and how much thievery is present.
It seems most of the people in this city are truly frightened. They call the police when they see a stranger in their neighborhood, and are never willing to confront someone themselves. Too many of these city dwellers don’t know their own neighbors, and barely pay attention to what is going on around them.
News stories help promote the hype, no one is to be trusted. If I’m not some previously mentioned deviant, then I must be some type of scam artist. The paranoia is rampant, and there is no way to counter that trend.
What Is Deviance?
Deviance is the recognized violation of cultural norms. Norms guide
virtually all human activities, so the concept of deviance is quite broad.
One category of deviance is crime, the violation of a society’s formally enacted criminal law. Even criminal deviance spans a wide range, from minor traffic violations to prostitution, sexual assault, and murder.
Most familiar examples of nonconformity are negative instances
of rule breaking, such as stealing from a campus bookstore, assaulting a fellow student, or driving while intoxicated. But we also define especially righteous people—students who speak up too much in class or people who are overly enthusiastic about the latest electronic gadgets—as deviant, even if we give them a measure of respect.
I was investigated by the local Sheriff, as I was parked near a middle school, waiting for my grandson to arrive. Someone saw my rig sitting across from the school, with me sitting in it. Instead of stopping and asking me why I was in their neighborhood, they called the police. That is the new ” Norm “, and my complaints as to how people are reacting these days change nothing.
I confront those I want information from. I don’t sic the law on them, just because I don’t know them, or have never seen them before. We have a whole nation full of frightened sheep, and that problem or attitude will continue to prevail.
So with all of that rant laid bare before you, I hate cities. Where I live you can barely see other homes, and certainly aren’t able to just look out of my windows into my neighbors windows. My neighbors leave me alone, and I do the same for them, but we do interact with each other, and it doesn’t involve the law!
Where I live, there are only two patrol cars used by the Sheriff’s office out at any given time. That’s two cars patrolling an area of 5,267.98 square miles. The Sheriff’s office asks that everyone try to resolve issues in a civil manner, and not include them in that process, if at all possible.
What does any of this have to do with the title of this post? My blogging is going to suffer greatly when that pistol shot sounds. I will go driving and screaming my happiness, and I truly can’t wait to get home. I am sorry my friends here at the blog, I will miss you. I just won’t miss the city.
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