It's over

OK I hung up the mop, cleaned my last toilet. I wish you no ill at Dickerson and the YMCA. I graduated from the C1 truck driving school and I will be going on the road. Now, hopefully, my blog will get interesting.

More trouble

The day began easily enough. The alarm clock ring and I forgot my lunch. So we'll start this episode like an old Kung Fu on TV, with a flashback. The year was 1975. I was a young Marine recruit in ITS training at Camp Pendleton, CA. One thing they make you do is line up in your squad. If you're taller than the person in front of you, you tap him on the shoulder and get in front of him. That way the taller ones are in the front and the shorter ones are in the rear. What happens in Infantry training is you get a pack, a rifle two canteens, a flak jacket, a helmet, a bayonet, a first-aid kit a day's rations, a change of clothes, extra socks and boots, a gas mask, cartridge belt with suspenders, two magazine pouches with six magazines, a tent, a sleeping bag. You've got plenty to carry, the sun is hot, and you've got to keep up with the long legged people in front of you, the tall ones. You've got to run to keep up but they won't let you run so you walk as fast as you can and get painful shinsplints in addition to the heat . After a couple of episodes of heat exhaustion, as civilian I vowed that from here on out, regardless of whatever else happens, I have earned the right to walk and move at the pace I set for myself.
Now it's about 8:00 in the morning. I am sweeping the shop at Dickerson Tool where I work. Steve is using a portable drill press which you need a hand truck to carry from place to place. There is a chain which holds it in place. Dave is using the hand truck while Steve is drilling. I am sweeping the twistings from the drilling. Steve asks me if I have seen the chain. I replied I ahven't and I don't think I swept it up, I think I would have seen it and excluded it. Steve puts the drill press back on the hand truck without the chain and puts it away. I finish sweeping in the tool room and go to the press room, which is in another building. I left my trash can and my brooms next to a press, and after a series of battery tests, used the sweeping machine to get the dirt out of the main walkways, debris from where trucks had been parked the night before.
Dave came into the press room and stopped me, asking me about the chain. i told him I hadn't seen it. He told me he had dug it out of my trash can, how can I not have seen it, implied that I was lying about it. Let me interject at this point we're talking about a 16" piece of light chain, worth less than a dollar. I told him I hadn't seen it, and he became angry using foul language and was verbally abusive. This took place in the middle of the press room in full view of anyone working in the area and there was no attempt at confidentiality. As a final intimidation tactic, Dave told me if I was looking to get fired, I was doing a might good job of it. He said some more things designed to humiliate me and left.
Perhaps five minutes later, Jack Dickerson, the Owner of Dickerson tool came to me and again in full view of everyone proceeded to deride me and imply that I was lying about the chain when the simple fact is I didn't see it, or I would not have swept it up and thrown it out. I told him Dave had been verbally abusive. Again with the intimidation he asked me if I wanted to continue to work here. I said if it was at the expense of verbal abuse, then no, it wasn't worth it. He said some things I was doing that he didn't like. Said I don't move fast enough to suit him, said in a factory you hustle. (this seems odd, when you're covered with sweat and no one else is) Said I look at my watch too much, etc. He again told me he expects more from those who work here, and left, making no apology for the verbal abuse. He said I had to decide if I wanted to work here, but I have already made my decision. One more episode such as this from Dave and I'm quitting, and Jack will pay unemployment. I have documented harassment and abuse consistently over a period of time on this blog site. I have a justified reason for voluntarily terminating employment.
At this point I am at one of the low points in my life. I am being treated for depression most of which stems directly from the way I am treated at this job. I work at the YMCA part time and Dickerson tool. The YMCA pays more and they rarely if ever complain about my work. At Dickerson's they constantly want more and more and when there is no more left to give, then what? Abuse, harassment, threats of termination, intimidation, bullying? It's like I no longer live, just exist, much like Jimi Hendrix's song 'I don't live today' There seems to be little point in the continuation of this life, but I am reminded of an obscure bible passage. Don't know where in the bible it is, perhaps you, the gentle reader can tell me, but where it describes the last days and men will try to kill themselves but death will not come. I interpret that to mean they will reincarnate as soon as they die and I have no need to have messed up karma on top of everything else. There is a pattern developing here. Just as in my last job at Chillicothe High School. A pattern of abuse, humiliation, bullying, and intimidation. You endure as long as you can but you finally crack and then it is treated as a disciplinary matter. In short, you've been systematically eaten up and spit out.

Car show

This weekend was the annual Chillicothe car show. Nothing much tripped my trigger, but here are some pix

Weekend efforts

I busted my ass this weekend to put that truck back together. I had to press new bushings and bearings into the springs, put the springs back under the truck. Then I got the axle and bolted it back and put the brakes and wheels back on. This will put me in compliance with part about having the axles properly supported. I had to buy parts at Oreilly's and I ran into some people who told me a few things. It seems they got some new bitch at city hall in one of their damn zoning or whatever. Seems she is driving around looking for stuff to write people up for, trying to make a name for herself. I got a name for the bitch. Don't know who she is, but I got a pretty good idea what she is.

I gotta admit, that courtesy notice they sent........that's nicest damned threat to throw my ass in jail I have ever received. The way the one truck, the black one was sitting, you couldn't have known if it was licensed or not without physically trespassing on my property to look. So there must be some truth to what I heard at Oreilly's. Any lawyers from the ACLU reading this, and want to take Chillicothe's money?

Next weekend....the engine goes in, the fenders go back on, so from the road the truck don't look so bad, and perhaps the SOB's will get off my ass so I can make improvements on my house.

Once again, they wanna throw my ass in jail

It seems the city fathers have some objection to my trucks. I guess the nail that sticks up is the one that gets pounded down. The irony is if they had just left me the hell alone I would have resolved the situation. Let us analyze for a moment. What happened was a female enforcer (woman cop, certainly not a lady) came and pounded on my door like she was trying to tear the damned door down. (intimidation tactic here) The message was delivered by said cop instead of US mail (intimidation tactic here) The cop was coarse in manner (intimidation tactic here) Now notice the threats in the text. (Intimidation tactics here)

Basically the message is "lose the trucks or we're gonna throw your ass in jail" My reply......."Fuck You where the sun don't shine"

Oh, well that is the way of government. This country is about 100 years too late for an armed insurrection. Think about it. Jefferson himself admitted armed insurrection was necessary from time to time to keep government in line. Otherwise government will keep you in line. Here's my reply to Scott Washburn:

My dear Mr Washburn

I did recive a notice from a lady police enforcer, who may have damaged my door by banging on it so hard, about the vehicles on my property. These are trucks in the process of being restored. I am now rewiring the one and have an engine ready to install in the other.

I have always had a truck or two sitting in back. Since July of 1992. Why do you choose to harass me now. Is it because you think I am poor and therefore an easy target? While constitutionally, I have a right to face my accuser, that's all dead in this day and age. The constitution is no longer enforced therefore there is no law, only a struggle for survival. These are my thoughts on the matter.

It would have been tremendously helpful if you had enclosed a copy of the ordnance you say I am in violation of so that I may have a better idea of what my options are. Obviously both trucks will not fit in my garage, as there is a '49 Chevy half ton in there that I recently sandblasted and primed. I restore trucks and tractors and motorcycles and houses. It's my hobby. This is how I pursue happiness, and I don't appreciate government stepping in, ordering me about on property I own lock stock and barrel with no debt against it and for which I have paid taxes for the "privelege" of owning said property. It would also have helped since the notice was dated June 7 if it had been delivered in the morning instead of evening, in effect giving me nine days instead of ten.


Here is what I intend to do:

1. I will put historic license on both vehicles. I have title for the red one and can probably have it licensed within a week, as no inspection is required for historic license. This will make me in compliance because from what I saw in your notice, this only applies to unlicensed vehicles. The black truck I will license with historic plates as well. I am working with a lawyer to obtain title and so I must ask for an extension, that is to say, I am attempting to comply, but there is a very good possibility I will need more than ten days. What say you?

2. During the ten day periond I will fly from my porch the flag of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic in protest. If a man owns what he's got, he ought to have a right to do as he sees fit with it as long as he harms no one. I work two jobs and my time is limited. I had plans to put up a fence and a carport, I contacted city hall to ask about ordnances for such and got no reply. In my opinion, this city, state, and nation are more communist than free and there is more liberty, more freedom in Russia than there is here. The flag goes up tomorrow

Submitted with not a shred of respect


James Tye

Needless to say, diplomatic relations are strained, and I have to spend the weekend fixing up the trucks and getting tires back under the axles and axles under the springs and springs under the frame. I have a plan if worst comes to worst. Total noncooperation. No eating, no drink, make them carry you wherever they want you, in short, cause the enemy to expend assets to the maximum possible degree. Ours is a war of attrition. Violence is unnecessary. The enemy does not have unlimited means and the more he expends assets, the further in debt he goes. All we have to do is refuse to fund the enemy refuse to cooperate with the enemy. Make no mistake, the war on this and the war on that is a war on the american people and since we are the enemy, "they" are our enemy.

Moving the stuff home

I got all my junk from the auction moved home, truck bed, tractor, and lumber. I pulled the trailer home with my truck and Dad brought the truck bed Sunday. He was a bit grouchy but I looked past it, because I know he don't feel good.

Spent the rest of the weekend cleaning up and working on the siding

The farm continues

What is a farm without a tractor? This is a good one and the idiots at work can't define what a farm is. Here in farm country farms are everywhere and every size. They grow everything including exotics, beans , produce, grain, livestock, tobacco, grapes, fruit, trees you name it, but no one can define the word farm, because you get into Premium Standard Farms, Boone's Farm, Hillshire Farms, and now Tye Farms, or occasionally Known as Tyestick Farms. Tyestick was a nickname I had in the service after the alternative smoking herbal material of choice for the second platoon of Lima Company, Third Batallion, Fifth Marine Regiment. So the idiots at work are wont to accuse me of growing marijuana (now all you idiots in your ninja suits, you'll find none of that here, I haven't been into that in 25 years) when Tye farms is pretty much a ........tree farm/private park. Growing yet not in official existence. Added a tractor and a truck and got a truck bed at my dad's auction.

Don't get me started on my dad. We all come and go. Listen to Lita Ford's "Lisa" and that pretty much says it for me. Lita wrote that one about her mother, who was dying of cancer at the time.

The letter part 2

These are the offending receiver pieces or at least what is left of them. By the time I get the front sights and barrel bushing cut off with the lathe there will just be a small piece left, which I will send in along with the other pieces for the sake of honesty. I got a dummy receiver from Centerfire Systems, but I will send it back, as it is a complete piece of crap, dimensionally inaccurate, wrong diameter. I may have to machine my own dummy receiver on a lathe, but what will probably happen as I don't have a lathe that will do the job, is the parts kit will go back in the box and get put on a shelf. I never intended to do anything illegal when I bought the kit, just wanted a wall hanger display piece. I bitterly resent that ATF should be so incomptent as to allow this to happen. Do they not have any criminals to go after, or is it that criminals shoot back and innocent people are easier to terrorize?

The letter part 1

I got a certified letter from Centerfire Systems. It seems a parts kit I bought from them years ago and just put away has been classified as a machine gun. More specifically, it was not properly demilitarized when it came in country in 2001, so BATFE or whatever the stupid boobs are calling themselves nowadays have decided that the 3 receiver portions are a live machine gun. They want me to mail the three pieces in so they can properly demilitarize and dispose of them and I have 3 weeks to do it. One week is gone.

First of all, if it's a machine gun, what the hell is the idea of sending it through the mail? This is an admission on someone's part that the thing isn't really dangerous if it can be shipped through the mail. It is just pieces of a tube that were bandsaw cut instead of torch cut. I believe the whole thing is a ploy to harass people who buy parts kits. I have to pay the postage to send this stuff in out of my pocket because some idiots let the stuff get onto consumer shelves, where they were purchased legally and over the counter.

The thing is, the magazine well, the rear sights, the front sights, and the stock mount are all spot welded. You need these pieces to make a non firing dummy, or a semi automatic. What alot of people do is make semi's out of them by modifying the bolt and changing the fire control group. I am in the process of stripping off the parts I intend to keep. I will post pictures and such to show in court in case these idiotic boobs decide to crash in my door and point a gun in my face and tear the place up so they can get this scrap metal that couldn't possibly be made into anything workable. Pictures to follow. I have decided to go with a non firing dummy gun, a wall hanger if you will.

By the way, the parts kit in question.........7.62 x 25 CZ26. I'd post a picture of one, but I don't have one and if I went to someone's website and copied theirs, well it may be copyrighted. I'm going to document my build and the destruction of the parts being sent in on thse pages in case I have to prove something in court.