Rain through the weekend, and more


By Max R. Weller

As it turns out, I did spend the last three nights indoors with friends, who often seem more concerned for my welfare than I am. I appreciate it! As I was walking across Norlin Quad just a while ago, the sun was almost breaking through the cloud cover, and I’m hoping there will be only intermittent showers this weekend. See National Weather Service forecast. My tarps are where I left them on Tuesday morning, so I’ll be able to stay reasonably dry tonight; I may just use my camping pad and pillow, instead of getting my new sleeping bag from my locker at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless (along with a couple of “homeless disaster blankets”), because I’ll be warm enough in my winter coat with temps in the 40s. All of my outdoor gear is soaked, of course, from my ill-advised slumber in a ditch which flooded shortly after 3AM three days ago. When the sunshine returns, I’ll be able to spread everything out to dry.

 I continue to be on the lookout for the public release of Metro Denver Homeless Initiative’s 2015 Point-in-Time Reports, as worthless as they’ve become in recent years due to the serious undercounting of the homeless population. Because I don’t care to be helpful in increasing funding for our local homeless shelter/services providers, I refuse to participate in this “census” — but it is interesting to compare figures from the City of Boulder with those from the City of Longmont. Regardless of the numbers, the nonprofits will continue to seek more money from both public and private sources . . .

That’s all for now. Time to play online chess!

Boulder Shelter transient curses rain and says, ‘I just came here for the weed!’


By Max R. Weller

Consider this a bonus blog post for today . . .

The headline above is true — and this guy is probably twenty years younger than the Homeless Philosopher. As several of us were waiting for Boulder Shelter for the Homeless to open this morning at 6AM, he admitted the truth of his cannabis addiction, and went on to add that he was hoping to get into the Summer Program [for transients], since he doesn’t drink alcohol and weed is okay.

He might want to rethink that; you can’t smoke dope of any kind in BSH’s programs, either.

Rain Man said that he might as well have gone to Seattle, WA where it also rains every day, instead of Boulder, CO:

“Marijuana has made me an idiot savant, or at least an idiot.”

Remember, this is what your donations to our local homeless shelter/services providers supports.

‘When it rains, it pours’ and more


By Max R. Weller

I’d thought that I was prepared for several days of rainfall here in Boulder, CO — after returning from my indoor vacation in Longmont — but I did not NOT foresee being evicted yesterday afternoon from the spot where I’ve stayed since August, 2013. I can’t complain about it; I’m informed the owner wants to sell that property now and understandably doesn’t want anyone’s camping gear left there during the day, when prospective buyers might stop by to look at this prime piece of real estate. One year and nine months is by far the longest stretch of time that I’ve camped anywhere, since moving to Boulder back in February, 2008. I’m grateful for the “wink and a nod” I receive at each new campsite, but nothing lasts forever in the homeless lifestyle.

Anyway, I decided to move for the night to a nearby ditch. It’s a shallow one, and in all the years I’ve observed rainwater drainage in my neighborhood, I’d NEVER seen this spot get wet. Well, you can probably guess what happened: I was soaked to the skin about 3:20AM as the water rose (to my chagrin), all of my outdoors gear is soaked with no chance for it to dry out today, and the forecast is NOT good temperature-wise. See: National Weather Service forecast in the Daily Camera.

I’m hoping that I’ll be able to muddle through tonight with my new sleeping bag, still in my locker at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless in case of an emergency, and a couple of wool-blend “homeless disaster blankets” from BSH as well, with my new tarp over all of it at a more secure location.

Are we headed for a repeat of the 2013 Great Flood?

Four Mile Creek underpass at N. Broadway & Rosewood in September, 2013

I neglected to publicly thank one of my friends in north Boulder, who brought me some homemade BEEF vegetable soup and Fig Newtons on Sunday afternoon during a break in the rain. In my experience, Good People like this outnumber the anonymous online cowards by 100-1, and the most generous folks in Boulder County belong to the working poor and middle class. I’ve yet to meet a wealthy do-gooder who understands what compassion truly is.

I surely do wish I could put up a tent on friends’ property, as shelter from both rain and snow, but either city bureaucrats or the neighborhood HOA involved would put the kibosh on that . . .

Wish me luck tonight and in the coming days, too!

It’s good to have friends in the REAL WORLD!



By Max R. Weller

I returned to my north Boulder campsite yesterday morning, after more than a week holed up in Longmont with friends there. Their new home is great; I managed to read no fewer than seven books in the peace and quiet of my basement room (I also had my own shower). I can highly recommend “A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains” by Isabella L. Bird. I can tell you this much: Boulder’s arrogant attitude was no different in the early 1870s than it is today, according to the author — who dismisses the city in short order.

I’ve been suffering from bronchitis, which is not as bad now as it was a couple of weeks ago; this is why I’m so grateful to have gotten away from the stinking “gutter snipes” (cigarette butts picked up off the ground, then smoked by the bums), the skunk weed, and worst of all the Axe cologne/deodorant used by many homeless men in confined spaces at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless:

Cockroaches don’t stand a chance against this stuff.

A strange thing at my campsite: I found that someone had hidden about half a dozen backpacks, filled with who knows what, underneath my old tarp. I haven’t a clue who did this, but I’m guessing that all of this gear was stolen from other homeless people, bearing in mind Occam’s razor. I just threw it aside, and enjoyed a warm and dry night protected by a new tarp from Walmart in south Longmont (the one with a McDonald’s inside). This is what I mean by the knuckleheads wanting to catch others up in their wrongdoing — so if you’ve lost a backpack recently and you just happen to know the precise location of my campsite, please feel free to retrieve your property.

Nobody was on the corner of N. Broadway & U.S. 36 until the afternoon, when one of the Housing First panhandlers from 1175 Lee Hill strolled over to fly a sign. Apparently, the city police are once again confused about where the city limits end, and they’ve been telling a few panhandlers there recently that they can’t panhandle at that spot. These are folks I don’t want there, anyway, so I’m NOT inclined to help ’em out. As for me, I have to deal with this about once a year, and it’s always resolved in my favor by the higher-ups at Boulder PD. To wit, this e-mail reply I received a year ago:

Mr. Weller,
Deputy Chief Testa forwarded your complaint to me and asked that I investigate it and respond to you.  Sgt. Dowd talked with Ofc. Patterson and learned that she and her trainee did contact a male in the median near U.S. 36 and Broadway.  No summons was issued, and the mail (sic) was advised of the state law regarding standing in a median.  Ofc. Patterson received verbal counseling, reminding her to make sure that she was inside the City limits when making contacts.  Also, an e-mail was sent department wide reminding all officers to check their jurisdiction map when making contacts or conducting enforcement.  If you have any further concerns about this issue please contact me.
Thank You for your correspondence,
Commander Jack Walker

Neither Boulder County deputies nor Colorado state troopers object to panhandling per se at N. Broadway & U.S. 36, but they do address other issues which arise when certain bums get out of hand.

BTW, [Greg] Testa is now Boulder Police Chief, and he seems to be doing a good job.

Are these more warm and fuzzy Bridge House clients? See Boulder transient facing bias-motivated charge in assault on transgender man in the Daily Camera. Another clown who can’t handle his cheap liquor:

Paul Wettengel

Paul Wettengel (Boulder County Sheriff’s Office)

Cut the crime rate: close Bridge House. Worth repeating!

I confess that I’m uncertain about the future of this blog . . . I’ve said what I have to say about homelessness here in the Boulder Bubble, along with the incompetence and corruption of the homeless shelter/services industry, and there isn’t anything NEW to add. Lots of times, I bore myself. Your comments are welcome. I enjoy reading all of them, even if they aren’t going to be published here.

More rainy weather in store, time for transients to move on, and more


By Max R. Weller

National Weather Service forecast. It’s bad times of being cold and wet and recovering from illness that make me appreciate the good times when I’m warm and dry and healthy. The latter are much more frequent, I’m glad to report.

Today, at least, I have a book to read when I retreat to my burrow. I might even feel like eating a foot-long meatball sandwich from the Subway franchise conveniently located in my north Boulder neighborhood.

There seem to be fewer bums hanging around the 4900 block of N. Broadway, since Boulder Shelter for the Homeless ended indiscriminate emergency overnight sheltering for anybody who shows up; April 30th was the last night for pampering transients from Denver and elsewhere. However, BSH is once again attempting to expand the number of clients in the First Step/Transition Program, with something they’re calling the Summer Bed Program. I know a few of the homeless people participating, and once again they are NOT the ones who could reasonably be expected to benefit from the opportunity of having a roof over their heads at night. “Mississippi Billy” is among them — that tells you all you need to know.

Meme of the day:


Bridge House should be handing out the $5 bus tickets on RTD back to Denver, to the scores of their transient clients who will otherwise continue hanging out in Boulder all summer long. I understand that the improper food-handling which caused a massive case of food poisoning at Denver Rescue Mission has long since been resolved:

Tainted turkey sickens homeless people at “Jesus Saves” in 2012.

That’s all for now, folks.

Comments to my blog, from a Froot Loop


By Max R. Weller

I get quite a few of these, and most of the time I delete them so that you, my dear readers, never see them. However, the four which are copied below, all from the same individual using the same IP address here in Boulder, CO (and also the same e-mail address), are worthy of note:

The sex offender registry doesn’t accurately reflect the morals and character of the people required im dieser Vereingsten Von Amerika to be in it. You sir, are a scapegoating piece of shit. I’ve done more in the last month to improve the human condition and increase human life expectancy than your family has done in the last 10 generations. Case in point: how to cure cancer… D-limonene 55mg/lb per day, ibuprofen by the label, seconal low dose. Do that and avoid cyp3a4 inhibitors, MABs, bee stings, black widow antivenin, Guanosine Triphosphate and GTP promoters and your cancer will vanish. Call ME a scumbag to my face without a gun in your hand motherfucker.

You have no idea of what I am. This is scapegoating crap and you are a fem asshole.*

Once the Radical Feminists and victims advocates show up and start their crazy crap, you are screwed regardless. Are you a man? Are you accused? You are considered guilty. They will call you a predator and try to snowball an indecent exposure for pissing behind a dumpster into a life sentence and sexually violent predator status. Putting me on the same page and listing me as being a scumbag precident over Jim Budd is like telling a truly harmless guy who was a peeping tom decades ago that everyone should attack him and harrass him as if he were a meth-head serial rapist psycho. You’d best be sure about the people you accuse. Where is your picture.

Hi. My name is Vennie Thompson. (No “sic” as that is the correct spelling). I’ve decided that I don’t have to worry about the stupid, vicious misleading harrassing attacks against me on your page. You are just an idiot who thinks he knows it all. What amazing fascist moron!

*This comment was actually directed to my friend, R.

Vinnie Thompson panhandles on the corner of 30th Street and Valmont Road on Monday. The Boulder City Council has dropped a controversial ordinance that would have placed new limits on panhandling within the city. (Mark Leffingwell / Daily Camera)

Now, I have no way to determine if Vennie (sic) Thompson is the one who actually left the comments above on my blog — which have now been permanently deleted from the comment queue — and the Daily Camera story and photo above are from June, 2014. I suspect the IP address could be traced down to Bridge House but that would take more effort than I care to put into the matter; it’s definitely in Boulder, however.

I thought I’d let the Froot Loop speak for himself, and there are scores more like him in our fair city. Only a few are registered sex offenders, but they ALL blame others for their problems. This is what the so-called homeless advocates teach them to do — it’s all the fault of the SYSTEM oppressing them.

Along with the Homeless Philosopher, of course, who shouldn’t be kicking over rocks and reporting on what scurries out from hiding.

BTW, I think passersby should see to it that Vennie (sic) Thompson receives lots of granola bars, but NO CASH.