Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Watchin' the Grass Grow...

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Hmmm... Lookit those buds! Almost ready now.

It appears the Manteca Police Department, Street Crimes Unit, and I are playing that perennially favorite bureaucratic game of "phone tag."
  • I found a business card in my door,
  • I called back twice with messages,
  • A message comes back about two days of police training and a three-day weekend,
  • I called again on the appointed day (today) and left a message.
Whereas the online complaint was closed with the hugely informative answer of Thank you, and
Whereas the MPD has issued a citation for the outdoor pot farm (verbal info from police chief), and
Whereas the marijuana is still in the ground and not secured,
Therefore, I am currently operating under the theory that the City of Manteca PD has cut a deal with the owners, Lynda S Allen and Theresa A Brassey, to allow this crop to come to harvest.

My best guess is that this communication has something to do with that deal. It would be another perfect example of Lyin' Lynda's effectiveness in jawboning her way out of consequences for evading the law... any law.

Sing along with the lyrics from The Smoke Off (see footnote):
And then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine
And everybody sits back and says, "Hey.... this just might take some time."

See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright
As the night turns into mornin', and the mornin' fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn year is gone
And the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smokin', and rollin'...on
Am I supposed to sit back - with the do-nothing cops, the officious enablers, and the potheads - and allow this breach of reason to pass unchallenged?

Am I supposed to just sit back and watch the grass grow?
{Can I at least dabble in rhyme while I wait?}

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
How does your pot farm grow?
Oh, very well, I'm pleased to tell,
The flowers and buds... just so!

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
How much offal* sold through?
The big yard sale was a tragic fail -
Perhaps we'll do numma' two!

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
The tarped up shed still stands?
To make a show, the last to go,
So we can hide our plans!

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
The cars, they still don't run?
Who gives a shit, you little twit!
Go shove it up... {xxxx xxx}, you son...! {-xx-x-xxxxx!}

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
Why are you'all still here?
To harvest weed before they seed.
(And keep this town in fear.)

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
Your lawyer says to go?
The law's an ass! DON'T SMOKE MY GRASS!
It's hard enough to grow!

Lynda, Lynda, dried-up spinsta'
There's lots of high school stu...
To hell with them! It' all 'bout ME!
Just keep them out, DebsZoo!**

I wonder if Manteca Unified School District agrees with this deal?

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* of·fal (n) 1. the parts of a butchered animal that are considered inedible by human beings; carrion. 2. the parts of a butchered animal removed in dressing; viscera. 3. refuse; rubbish; garbage.

** Comment by DebsZoo: Manteca Bulletin Online, February 24, 2009 - 04:17 PM, commenting on this story. This is obviously one of the BDG's redneck friends. Comment was snagged before being dropped by the MB website archive.
{Comment in black; response in red}

Leave the small business owner alone! (Why are they running their business in a residential district?)
Did you not check out the neighborhood before you moved-in? (Yes, in the daytime, in the middle of winter.)
They have lived there for 25 years... (21 years.) (They told you 25 years? And you believed them?)
and I hear you have only been there one year. (Two years. You heard wrong... again.)
They have been running a legitimate business all these years, (Legitimate business? Maybe. Grandfathered on the property? Definitely not. You were lied to... again.)
they are wonderful people, (That's not my experience with these paranoid, hostile, vicious bitches.)
they are not bothering anyone else and never have. (They brutalized their now-deceased neighbors and are doing the same thing to me with their illegal business activities and noise.)
And in today's economic state... (So, why did they not move the business during the previous two or three "good times"?)
we should be supporting small local business, not running it out of town. (I would agree if you insert the words "legally established.")
I suggest this guy gets a life... (This IS my life until this cancerous blight is removed from my property.)
and stops bothering these nice people trying to make a decent living. (Nice? Pish! More like pus-filled pimples.)

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1 comment:

countrylifegal said...

I've experienced some of the same lackadaisical, ineffectual, indifferent, inconsistant, "good old boys taking care of each other", answers from (lazy?, or above the law?) governmental officials.

I admire your attention to details, fact finding prowess and the tenacity you've shown in trying to get your local goverment officials to do the damned job they're being paid to do.

I check in here everyday to see what's happening(or not).