Now, I am officially an American Refugee. I’m writing this in the light from a borrowed kerosene heater in a house with no electricity or running water while my family lays around me sleeping in sleeping bags on mattresses laying on the floor. Last Friday I found out what it feels like to be evicted from a house. I realized the levels of inhumanity and callousness as I watched my 9 year old daughter’s expression when I told her we had about an hour to grab everything that really mattered to her so we could be escorted off of our property. It was 16 degrees outside at the time. The Trooper that showed up was polite, you could even tell he felt bad about it. He was just doing his job, trying to keep his family from falling into the same situation I now found myself in. He reminded me the foreclosure had been judged back in August and we were supposed to be out of there long before they showed up. I explained to him that the lawyers for Wells Fargo had told me I was supposed to be served papers again, I was supposed to go back before the judge and explain why I wasn’t out yet. It is an incredibly difficult thing to move to a new place when you don’t have any money to do so. For month I’ve been walking a very precarious tightrope. The place I’m now living is because of a deal I worked out with the property owner. I stay on the property and hopefully my presence deters any more vandalism. Unfortunately it is about 5 miles away from power lines, there is no water heater or permanent heat source in the building we are living in, so I was trying to arrange for that so we could move somewhat comfortably. In fact, because I was trying to save money to move, my truck was repossessed less than 12 hours before I was removed from my house. This is the end of a steady downward spiral since Glenda was killed. The culmination of the end of my old life. It seems fitting somehow, that everything ended at once. So now, I am a refugee. I patched together my old Trooper, hopefully she holds together for a while. I found out yet again I have friends I can count on to help, no matter what. So, we start from the beginning again, rising like a phoenix from the ashes. Perhaps, eventually, the lawsuit against Wells Fargo for the illegal foreclosure of my house will give me some financial compensation, if not spiritual. Two of my cats are still locked in my old house and we have had to watch the oldest one suffer all weekend, her body failing because she was locked outside in a cold cage for hours until I could get back for her.  I begged for more time, 24 hours first, then 12, finally getting them to concede to an hour instead of the customary 15 minutes.  We will survive. We will become a stronger family unit because of this. Losing the house and the car quite honestly seem miniscule compared to losing my wife and their mother. I stand aghast at the inhumanity of Wells Fargo Home Mortgage, however, and I shake my head in disgust at a President that promises to take care of his people and then hands vile, despicable companies like that billions of dollars to assist them in ruining people’s lives.  He reminds me of the Caesars of ancient Rome. In their case they realized the Empire was falling so they held gladiatorial games that were ever more extravagant to take the people’s attention away from their miserable living conditions. In his case he hands out free cell phones and promises a stronger, better country while a nine year old girl is escorted out of her house in 16 degree weather. As I said, we will rebuild our lives. We have faith, not in any government or organization to help us, but rather in each other, and our friends. We will survive because of that. I encourage anyone who reads this, liberal or conservative, rich or poor, don’t believe the lies that you are told. There is no help for the unfortunate in America. There is no system that will help you through hard times, no matter how fond they are of telling you there is. There is only vile, cold, uncaring businesses and a government that defends them and hands them billions of dolars so they can spread their greed and corruption further. On the grandest scale no one cares about the suffering of their fellow man, only about the bottom line and the profit margin. If we would not have had this place to go to we would literally be living on the street, or in a tent, possibly staying with friends because we had no place else to go, and no one in any government cares. These are the people who are running for re-election. I encourage all of you as you are heading to the polling place to remember a little girl being kicked out into the cold by the smiling, waving son of a bitch who promised to take care of the American people, who said this sort of thing was unacceptable. Remember her and remove the Caesar before all you have left is to go to the gladiatorial games to forget how bad things really are.