Unexpected Crushing Disappointment

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BAREFOOT DIRTY GIRLS

ENDORSE

WILLIE, JOHN and VINCE

I'm hurt! I'm crushed!

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(I'm overjoyed.)
One can most often tell the kind of people by the company they keep.

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The Beginning of a New Illegal Business Operation?

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Simply amazing! The Winchester/Manteca Mystery House wannabes are at it again...

At 0800 hrs Tuesday these two new sheds did not exist; at 1330 hrs the tent had been moved, the buildings hammered up, and the roofers had them almost shingled! The buildings have no visible windows or doors (except, maybe, facing each other.) I'm told these are legal accessory buildings, each the allowable maximum of 120 square feet, no closer than three feet to any fence line, not requiring city building permits.

Here is my working conjecture: These sheds are going to be the BDGs defense against the misdemeanor charge they must answer on November 9th for growing marijuana in the open, violating Manteca's code. Also, the BDGs are counting on Proposition 19 passing (legalizing marijuana in California) and they will be ready to go into business, using one of these sheds as the growing room and the other the drying, hand picking, and packaging shed. (The manufacturing facilities will be stationary, but in the picture above, note the fleet of commercial distribution trucks still on the property, packed into the back corner.)

There are a few problems with that plan, however. Just like their illegal catering business operation, this agricultural venture is on a residential lot, it is not grandfathered, and there is no city permit to run a home occupation or a marijuana collective, growing and selling/bartering dope.

Ah, but the Barefoot Dirty Girls will protest, saying that they are merely growing it for their own use. Really? Just how much weed do these three potheads use?

Oh, oh...! {waving hand wildly} I forgot to share this information earlier. All three BDGs have medical marijuana cards! Do you know how impossible those odds are - that all three shrews should come down with debilitating and painful conditions* requiring marijuana treatment all at the same time? When I mentioned that to a friend, he snorted and said, "They've been smoking it all along. And... how do you think their catering truck gig survived so long?" (Well... that and the "saving" of business property rents for the operation...)

And just how did they arrange the caregiver appointments amongst the three newly-(belated-as-usual!)-legalized, card-carrying dopers? My guess is like this:

(...similar to their other kind of daisy chain...)

Back on task... The instant any weed is sold or traded to anyone other than the three residents, the operation violates the Home Occupation zoning code. The instant any weed is grown for, or "exchanged" with, other medical marijuana users, the operation becomes a collective within one thousand feet of school property, which is a violation of the Medical Marijuana health & safety code (as most of the law still stands currently.)


Of course, once Red's pink ribbon problem is concluded (either interim or final), these sheds could be loaded onto a flatbed trailer and hauled to Oregon... except Lynda lies.


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* From the CUA, Sec 11362.5, 1996:

"...in the treatment of cancer, anorexia, AIDS, chronic pain, spasticity, glaucoma, arthritis, migraine, or any other illness for which marijuana provides relief."

Unfortunately, dope cannot relieve Lynda's problems - it only makes them worse.

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Draft Memorandum of Points and Authorities

Memorandum of Points and Authorities
In Support of Plaintiff's Motions for Summary Judgment

Behling, Richard v. Allen, Lynda and Brassey, Theresa
Case # 39-2009-00212085-CU-OR-STK
Complaint filed May 19, 2009

Plaintiff submits this memorandum of points and authorities in support of his motions for summary judgment against Defendants, Allen and Brassey for these causes of action: ...

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I called my attorney today to inquire if the defendants were going to wait until just before the January 19, 2011 Alternative Dispute Resolution review hearing before inventing  pooping out  profferring yet another lame  mighty log  protestation of willingness to mediate. He called me back later to relay yet another ration of the same runny shit the defendants have been orally defecating for seventeen months.

But it was humorous to hear about Lynda's whining about me "pickin' on her dogs... and jus 'bout ever'thin'!" {Ahhh, poor baby, Yellow, and her furry children... cry...}

My response to her - and my attorney's response to Mr. McCauley, Esq. - was, {Duh,} "It's called pressure. {you dumb ass!} If you had gotten your clients to sign the agreed Stipulated Judgment last spring - and they acted in good faith {can they even be taught this foreign concept?} - this thing could have been settled and these pressures would not have been resorted to."

Of course, everything the BDGs think is wrong, everything they say is wrong, and everything they do is wrong, so it's very easy to find pressure points - just watch their habitually lawless and abberant behaviors. Simple. (Take, for example, their marijuana FUBAR.)

We needn't go into the other things he said he told Mr. McCauley, Esq.
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Mary Jane Stripping For The Camera; Radio Plays On

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Request # 506078
Thu 10/14/2010 2:54 PM
The Complaint you submitted was:
Request type: Drugs/Narcotics
Description: Re: Case 10-24475, Req # 463673, Signed Complaint, Req # 500952

On Friday, July 9, 2010, MPD verified that Lynda Allen of 810 Fishback Street has a medical marijuana card. Did MPD also verify Lynda's registered caregiver? One of the two other residents at that address is the likely choice as caregiver - either Theresa Brassey or Corky Green - who would be exempt from possession charges.

At 1:35 pm today, I observed Corky Green in possession of a large pile of dried marijuana stems and stripping them of the buds. If Corky is not Lynda's registered caregiver, or anyone else's registered caregiver, or a medical marijuana card holder herself, then she possesses an illegal amount of marijuana.

This Week At The CCTV Movies

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Remember, last week the foreign language speaking handyman crew started prepping the Bally walk-in freezer for removal, but they stopped when the BDGs traipsed* off for the weekend. The new orders were to build the front screening fence. When the fence was finished, they still did not go back to the Bally freezer.

I'm not sure what wild hairs grew up Red's, Yellow's and Green's asses... but...

Instead, the tall ladder was moved from the Bally and used to put up a CCTV surveillance camera, which I discovered when I returned home last Monday night. Below is a view in Tuesday's morning light from outside and just beneath my bedroom window.

Sure is a funny looking camera, you say? Yeah, maybe it's just a joke on the BDG's part and they really do not plan to deploy it. Why else would they put a bag on its head? (Really, it's only because they do not have enough CCTV cable to hook it up yet because it's too far from the DVR.)

(If Yellow, Red, and Green really, really need to put bags over something,

let me suggest their three heads... and make the bags airtight around their necks.)

Besides, the BDGs really went crazy and diverted their attention to what I call Camera 1 because the next day this camera appeared, mounted high on the gable of their newly remodeled house:

It is NOT so much watching their yard and fence - it is pointed directly at my yard, my house, my bedroom window.

Who were you calling a Peeping Tom the other day, Lynda?
(...and I thought Felix was a smart lad.)

Let me repeat what I said about picture-taking and surveillance:

• I take pictures of Lynda's, Theresa's, and Cornelia's
• illegal activities (business, dogs, trailers, containers, commercial vehicles, etc.),
• their noncompliant structures (mobile home, sheds, porches, etc.), and
• their prohibited business relationships in a residential district (supplier deliveries, etc.)
to effect the discontinuance and abatement of these zoning violations. I have sub-ZERO desire for the likenesses of the Three Beaches, and even less interest in their personal relationships.

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• Lynda takes pictures and surveils me for what purpose? This is not the first time she has openly taken photographs. Does she think to use the pictures in her legal defense? Does she get her "jollies" from them? It must be the latter because this CCTV camera is aimed at my house - at my bedroom window.

Also this week, another CCTV mounting pole appeared down on the end of their property. This picture shows Camera 2 (with the bag over its head) and the pole to be set for Camera 4 (the middle pole). The pole on the left is an old pole on the property line fence, probably used for lighting many years ago.

And, finally, on Friday at noon the bag is off Camera 2 and it has been joined by Camera 3. And the pole for Camera 4 is no longer visible, probably being prepped for setting.

My beef with these yokels is that:

• Noise from the illegal TLC Catering business was an intrusion,
• The yard radio still is a retaliatory continuation of that intrusion, and
• This latest intrusion of CCTV surveillance represents Lynda's middle finger in the air.
• (I can suggest a few other places she can stick it! No, I'm sure she doesn't - cannot - get "jollies" any more.)

Lynda's purpose with these cameras is consistent with her lying, deceitful and obnoxious behavior over her twenty-three years on 810 Fishback Street - doing whatever she takes into her head, even (or, especially) if it annoys the hell out of her neighbors. She is the definition of a true Neighbor From Hell. Her only goal in life is to intrude and impose her miserable person on someone else... on anyone else... on everyone else... and then cry, "Foul," when her victims protest or try to protect themselves. This angel of death pleasures herself with negative attention and orgasms when sucking the good from the lives of others and destroying it. Her flanking harpies learned their lessons well from her, and allowed their lives to be consumed by her, too.

And you thought chainsaw slasher movies were scary?
Coming soon to an Oregon neighborhood near you.

How soon?
I told you before, believe NOTHING Lynda says! She still here, ain't she?

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* traipse (v, used without object) 1. to walk or go aimlessly or idly or without finding or reaching one's goal: We traipsed all over town looking for Zig-Zag papers.
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Picture Perfect Fence, but... Is It Soundproof? or Foolproof?

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The BDGs appear to be spiraling downward - ever more quickly - into paranoid tendencies and irrational behaviors.

Take the newly constructed fence, above, as an example. Such a screening device did not exist ever since the BDGs illegally contaminated their property with TLC Catering in 1987. They must have figured they were in the dominatrix position after they cowed* their neighbors (who were in their sixties at that time) and lied to get the city's stamp of grandfathered status. Twenty years later, their eighty-year-old neighbors died, a young punk moved in, he exposed their lies and nuisance despite their shrill howling and gesticulations, and they were left naked in the wind... their miserable, useless lives totally defenseless.

Instinctively, they tried to hide, first behind more layers of radio noise, then more and higher layers of fence boards and, finally, retreating into drugged medical retirement. They reshuffled all their goods, rebuilt their house, put up giant tents, and tended their pot farm. They desperately desired not to see their adversary - or have him see them - but the F'n economy wouldn't let them run away and escape. So they built more fence.

The owners are exhibiting some of Sarah Winchester's escalating bizarre behaviors.

Construction began by the foreign language speaking handyman crew while the BDGs blew town for a few days... (why they hurried back is an unanswerable question...) and was finished over the weekend. I really considered letting the BDGs complete a noncompliant project and then get the city involved; but I reconsidered and posted the relevant city code regarding fences for the simple reason that the city seems incompetent in any kind of enforcement action - especially when it comes to the BDGs.

This afternoon, I mowed my front lawn. The sound produced several activities next door - like poking a stick into a hornet's nest - when Yellow's THC-powered reptilian brain** was triggered. She tried to mark her territory by sending Felix out front to string drip line or dig holes or do whatever(?) next to the fence. I know she flipped out because, as I nearly finished one line of mowing, I turned to see Lynda taking a picture of me with her camera.

This is the difference between Lynda S Allen and me:

• I take pictures of her illegal activities, her noncompliant structures, and her prohibited business relationships in a residential district in order to effect their abatement. This entire blog is the illustrated, annotated diary and commentary of that effort; I have less-than-ZERO concern or desire for her likeness or personal relationships.
• Lynda takes pictures of me for what purpose? This is not the first time she has openly taken photographs. Does she think to use the pictures in her legal defense? Does she get her "jollies" from them? If any appear publicly I will consider a stalking charge against her.

The new fence highlights another irrationality:

Note the Bally walk-in freezer in the lower left corner of the picture. The little white lean-to and the compressor were removed from the top of the unit last week as the BDGs began their temporary disappearance. No further work has been done to prepare for the freezer's removal even though sawing, hammering, and a pneumatic tool air compressor can be heard constantly on the property. The never-ending Winchester-like construction - while the shed, freezer, container, commercial vehicles, yard radio, and marijuana tent still remain - indicates other possible enforcement problems developing.

(Whoever said, drying marijuana stinks, was right. The BDG's place smells horrible, in the same fashion their looks [no pictures, thank God!], comportment, and handyman skills are reprehensible. Might as well be consistent in the senses.)

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* cow (vt) to destroy the resolve or courage of; to bring to a state or an action by intimidation - used with into. ex., some redneck caterers were very adept at cowing the workers into eating their s**t. Intimidation (also called cowing) is intentional behavior "which would cause a person of ordinary sensibilities" fear of injury or harm. It's not necessary to prove that the behavior was so violent as to cause terror or that the victim was actually frightened.
Synonyms: blackjack,bogart,browbeat,bulldoze,bully,bullyrag,intimidate,hector,mau-mau,strong-arm

** I will be general. The reptilian brain is the most ancient of the brains. It has two hemispheres, just like the neocortex, and it may be that they relate functionally to the left and right hemispheres of the neocortex. The reptilian brain consists of the upper part of the spinal cord and the basal ganglia, the diencephalon, and parts of the midbrain--- all of which sits atop the spinal column like a knob in the middle of our heads.

It is thought to represent a fundamental core of the nervous system and derives from a form of mammal-like reptile that once ranged widely over the world but disappeared during the Triassic period having provided the evolutionary link between dinosaurs and mammals. All modern mammals have this reptilian complex, including humans.

At least five human behaviors originate in the reptilian brain. These have been denoted as isopraxic, preservative, re-enactment, tropistic, and deceptive. Without defining them, I shall simply say that in human activities they find expression in:

1- obsessive-compulsive behavior

2- personal day-to-day rituals and superstitious acts

3- slavish conformance to old ways of doing things

4- ceremonial re-enactments

5- obeisance to precedent, as in legal, religious, cultural, and other matters

responding to partial representations (coloration, "strangeness," etc.), whether alive or inanimate and all manner of deception.

Reptiles do not dream, but animals which have evolved from the reptiles (mammals & birds) do dream. Why? Because the reptilian mind is still operating in them and we humans call that mental state "dreaming." There is no "dreamstate" in reptiles because this mentality is their waking state. It is repressed during our waking hours (but still functioning it never sleeps) by chemicals released neocortically then the reptilian is allowed to function during sleep and dream, when the left hemisphere is in turn repressed. But obviously, the reptilian brain is not satisfied being relegated to the "nightwatch" of an inert body. It wants far more than that.

Humans invented rituals and ceremonies, and then, theater. Now where do you suppose those revelations came from? Theater, with its famous theorem of the "suspension of disbelief" (which is simply another way of saying, "Put your left brain to sleep.") is a re-invention of the reptilian mental-state "out-there". And of course, now we have excellent duplication of the reptilian mindset with movies and television, etc. which by some estimates, occupies up to 16-18 hours of our time per day, when you add in sleep-dream time.

A much detailed description of brain function by Mr Davidmann can be found here: http://www.solbaram.org/articles/humind.html

(footnote narrative found at: http://www.sciforums.com/showthread.php?t=65705)

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Spanking New to the BDGs: The Manteca Municipal Code

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Here is yet another example of the Barefoot Dirty Girls acting on their endocrine secretion driven emotions rather than using any brain function or rationality.

The BDGs flew the coop at 5:00 a.m. Thursday morning and have not returned since. (Having a nice ten-year trip to Oregon? Too much to hope it's permanent?) Again they left the keys to the compound - house, radio, marijuana, dogs, everything - with their foreign language speaking handyman crew, Felix and Joaquin. Las instrucciones a los trabajadores son:

• feed the dogs,
• prepare the Bally walk-in freezer for removal,
• build a fence,
• and play the yard radio loudly!

(Who ya gonna call? A Gnome-Be-Gone!)

However, it is plain that the fence they envisioned was not the replacement for the one their illegal shed runoff destroyed, but a front yard screen instead. I'm just guessing here, but perhaps my existence hassles her/them somehow? {smilie} I certainly hope the druggie's brain dump plan on paper took into account the relevant sections of the Manteca Municipal Code.

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MMC 17.09.030 Front yard setbacks

(from Table 2 for R-1-6 properties: 20 feet from sidewalk)

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MMC 17.09.050 Structures in required yards

B. Fences, Walls and Landscape Related Structures.

     1. Solid fences, walls, hedges and retaining walls not more than seven feet in height may occupy any required yard or other open space, except that fences, walls, hedges and retaining walls shall be no higher than three feet six inches when located in the required front yard setback area, in the required set back area along the side street of a corner lot, and along the rear or side lot line of a reversed corner lot where it abuts the front yard of the adjoining key lot.
          a. In the R districts, solid fences, hedges or retaining walls between the height of three feet six inches and seven feet may be located to within twenty feet of the existing or future back-of-sidewalk.

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MMC 17.19.040 Screening

B. Height and Location of Screening. Unless otherwise specified, screening required by this title shall be not more than seven feet in height. Except that adjacent to the front yard or street side yard of an adjoining lot in an R or C-O district, such screening shall be not less than thirty inches nor more than forty-two inches in height. All screening shall follow the lot line of the lot to be screened, or the inside edge of the sidewalks, or shall be so arranged within the boundaries of the lot so as to substantially hide from adjoining properties the building, facility or activity required to be screened. [That's 2½ to 3½ feet.]

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See how simple it is? What it means is that a homeowner cannot... uh, should not... build a fence over 3½ feet tall in the front yard.

This could be an interesting weekend...

Actually, it already is somewhat interesting since my attorney called to say opposing counsel has again promised to get us the last one or two outstanding items; the August 13th Admissions with Verification Signatures and date/time/place/name for a Voluntary Mediation session.

Am I going to hold my breath and trust Lynda Allen and Theresa Brassey to actually perform? {Have they ever performed correctly before? Are they ever going to get it right?} Hell, no. I'm just waiting for them to default on this dance before calling this litigation ripe for judgment.

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Icemaker Finally Removed by the Resident Gnomes!... Take It All!

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FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 2010

If this simple action had been taken in March 2008, as I requested,

the Barefoot Dirty Girls could still be running their roach coaches from their property -

and NO ONE would know about their dirty little secret -

their GRANDFATHER OF ALL LIES!

They brought all of this on themselves.

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First, here are two pictures showing how the business yard looked last July.

(Yes, that is young marijuana under the solar panels.)

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Here is how the business yard looks today, October 7th.

(The marijuana is drying in the large tent in the middle of their yard.)

(The Scotsman icemaker unit and the Follett ice storage bin are in the background.)

• The BDGs still have to remove the illegal shanty shed and concrete pad, in the foreground, built right up to the property fence.
• The BDGs still have to remove the Bally walk-in freezer, left foreground, and its illegal concrete pad.
• The BDGs still have to replace the property line fence destroyed by the runoff from the shanty shed. (Some fencing materials were acquired yesterday, October 6th.)
• The BDGs still have to remove all the commercial vehicles from the property. (Those FOR SALE signs in the windows are a joke, right?)
• The BDGs still have to remove the former refrigerated trailer/container in the back corner. (Pretending it's a P.O.D.S. I believe that stands for Piece-Of-Dog-Shit on BDG property.)
• The BDGs still have to remove the yard radio, mounted with malicious deliberation between the outbuilding and the house.
• The BDGs still have to remove all small animals, except three or less dogs, from the property. (That includes removing the cats and chickens...)
• The BDGs still have to secure their misdemeanor marijuana operation inside a solid wall building.
• (_______TBD_______)
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(I'm waiting for the promised day when the Three Beaches, Yellow, Red and Green, fold up their tent - literally and figuratively - and sneak away to Oregon... or into oblivion... Take it all!)

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Yellow Still Tries To Blame It All On Tom

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Yellow opened her mouth...

...and unwittingly (how else could she?) spilled her beans. She isn't entirely ignorant of history - her own childish history, anyway - as her family tree above makes perfectly clear. Still... Was it so long ago in her long, long... loooong... lifetime that she has forgotten which of she and her sisters were being pursued by which of the seven suitors?

You see, at Pinole High School Yellow's nickname was "Teenie" and it was SHE who was leading Tom on. Some women live to screw; she lives only to screw up. (Thank God for small favors!)

Red is the infamous "San Leandro Lulu" because at a very tender age she was sent off to the infamous reform school there, where she got her Hell's Catering Kitchen Degree in Non-Reformity; but her and Drexel's gene pool hit a blank wall (see chart.) (Thank God again.)

And the mysterious, guts[y] Southern Belle, Mitzi/Cornelia/Green, never got Jack. (Or Jack never got Jane, or never got Jill, or... oh, the devil!)

And, it is irony of historical proportions that Mellow Yellow, the undisputed pouting princess of the above-delineated family, has dreamt up this drug-induced paranoid delirium that her neighbor lives only to spy on her. {Oh, yeah, baby! Especially when you and Green wear those X-X-X B.D.G. summer Godiva uniforms! Every angular, bony, non-curve revealed... except for the flabby, pot-belly tummies... uh, uhnn... vomit!}

A few other people around town know what Yellow looks like {Death warmed over} and agree that there's not a camera on earth that could withstand the shock of that image! So, too, Ravaged Red's visage* and beam** fare no better. Show us your other side...

NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE

Can you pick Yellow (or Red, or Green) out of this lineup?

My genealogical researcher on this project came highly recommended, indeed the very best in the business. He made only two attempts at reaching adult children; he concentrated mainly on the younger, more juvenile, less mentally developed members of the species, such as the BDGs. As such, this exposé may be over their heads. Nevertheless, here is his curriculum vitae:

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A youthful "Teenie Yellow" (before she got the munchies) looking a gift horse in the mouth -

Disciplining the Un-Reformable Ravaged Red (a.k.a. "San Leandro Lulu") -

Guts[y] "Mitzi" Green sailing the bayous after she stole Jack's s**t -

The gated, guarded compound after twenty-three years of hard abuse by the family business - Ye Olde M. BareAssed Dirty Girls! - with clattery, creaky, horsedrawn pastry wagons (selling on the side "Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed. I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold... back before it was a crime"); the foodstuffs storehouse, and the straw insulated icehouse where the au naturel refrigerant was chipped every morning at 3:00 a.m.

And it wasn't only the horses that ate the cultivated grass...

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* visage (n) countenance: the human face (`kisser' and `mug' are informal terms for `face'); the appearance conveyed by a person's face: "a ferocious, deeply creased, irreparable visage"

** beam (n) 1. A squared-off log or a large, oblong piece of timber, metal, or stone used especially as a horizontal support in construction. 2. Nautical a. A transverse structural member of a ship's frame, used to support a deck and to brace the sides against stress. b. The breadth of a ship at the widest point. c. The side of a ship: sighted land off the starboard beam. 3. Informal The widest part of a person's hips: broad in the beam.
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My Old Kentucky Home: The Marijuana Drying Tent

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I happened upon this drying shed while riding from Bardstown to Lexington, Kentucky, during my 2007 long ride. Of course, these folks were drying and curing tobacco. I rode past their fields of tobacco plants. The roadsides were strewn with leaves blown from the hauling trucks (much like tomatoes falling from overloaded hauling trucks here in the Central Valley of California.)

About five weeks ago, in August, I asked,

"And what's with that giant tent in [the Barefoot Dirty Girls] yard now? It beats me to hell all the shit they constantly haul onto their property! It's like living next to a cross-pollinated wrecking yard, flea market, and opium den."

Well, I got my answer last Friday - and I wasn't too far off with the "opium den" remark. It was hot that day, so hot that the temperature inside the zipped up tent must have gotten excessive and the BDGs rolled up the sides to lower the inside temperatures a little. Sure enough - there's the marijuana hanging to slow dry the hallucinogenic buds the BDGs so carefully cultivated - and viciously guarded - all summer.

This drying and curing tent, smack in the middle of a yard at 810 Fishback Street, is exactly why the City of Manteca adopted an ordinance requiring a solid-wall building for the growing and processing of medical marijuana by individuals. Imagine tents sprouting up in yards all around town for this purpose.

I'm guessing that's why all six dogs are still on the property, even after Yellow and Red were warned with a courtesy notice on September 1st and then cited two weeks ago. (The BDGs are the reason for the grandfathered saying:)

Never Mind the Dogs... Beware the Owners!

Just to make sure the Manteca Police Department is kept in the loop, and to maintain complete documentation for the November 9th court appearance, I submitted the following online:

Mon 10/4/2010 3:52 PM
New Request # 500952

The Complaint you submitted was:
Request type: Drugs/Narcotics
Description: On Wednesday, September 29, I signed a Citation/Notice To Appear against the owners of 810 Fishback Street for growing "medical marijuana" in the open.

The next day, September 30, the plants were harvested and moved to the large beige tent in the middle of the property to hang and dry. Because the tent is not a securable, solid-wall building, the owners are still in violation of MMC 8.35.030 B.

This entry is being logged for documentation purposes.

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An Icemaker, the Bible, NsFH, and The Art of War

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"One who knows the enemy and knows himself will not be endangered in a hundred engagements."

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"Subjugating the enemy's army without fighting is the true pinnacle of excellence. Thus the highest realization of warfare is to attack the enemy's plans; next is to attack their alliances; next to attack their army; and the lowest is to attack their fortified cities. This tactic of attacking fortified cicties is adopted only when unavoidable."

(The Art of War, by Sun-tzu, Part 3, Planning Offensives; new translation by Ralph D. Sawyer, Fall River Press, 1994)

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(September 22, 2010)

My first approach to the Barefoot Dirty Girls in early 2008 was almost a suicide mission, as I was blinded-sided by their strategic misinformation ("grandfathered" lie), tactical orders (Cantu letter), and physical barricades (fences, dogs, lights, illegal structures, etc.) In asking nicely for moving the icemaker, or moderating its hours of operation, I was merely trying to follow the scriptural directive found in the Bible for conflict resolution.

Matthew 18: 21-22 Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.

Forgiving seventy times seven sleepless nights finally exceeded my patience.

Matthew 18:15: Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother.

I tried that and Lynda S Allen flat-out refused to accommodate. Looking back in the light of the quote from The Art of War, my requests were viewed by the BDGs as an attack on their fortified compound and, in my unprepared state, I was easily repulsed and very nearly extinguished on this initial engagement. In their view, the biblical soft approach (also known as diplomacy*, as described in the NsFH book, Neighbors From Hell) was a sign of indecisive weakness.

At the time and looking back in the light of Matthew 18:15, my duty to my neighbors was fulfilled and their responses - and the attendant consequences - were now entirely on their account, not mine.

And, if Lynda hears thee not? Am I S.O.L. and must leave vengeance to God? Hardly! I sued for relief before the city council - and was summarily denied.

I then sued her ass in Superior Court! Only then did Lynda come over and offer to "move the icemaker."

My response: Sorry... you're waaaay too late, sistah. You and the City of Manteca put me through hell and forced me to do the research. I've now got the proof of your "legally grandfathered" LIE. You had your chance. Merely moving the icemaker is no longer a sufficient action. The required action now consists of entirely removing the illegal business operation from the property, either through relocation or business closure. See you in court.

Thereafter, my campaign became more careful and considered. I now attacked Lynda's "armies," her "alliances," and especially her "plans." While moving the lawsuit forward through discovery, her illegal business operation was scrutinized and the grandfather claim exposed as fraud by affidavit. Her documentation of legality - nonexistent. Her juvenile retaliation against the lawsuit with the yard radio nuisance was documented and charged as criminal. Her entrenched pattern of city ordinance lawbreaking, spanning decades, surfaced in regards to the illegal mobile home, a travel trailer, unpermitted construction, abandoned vehicles, excess animals, exemption from city refuse pickup program, yard sales, and even daily lawn watering within an alternate day schedule.

Her ties to some of her "allies" at city hall - Willie Weatherford, Rex Osborn, and Mary Bingham - were observed and noted.

Her plans to continue business from her property were publicized, harried and interrupted as much as possible. Those actions, combined with a faltering economy and her own public announcement of failing health, impelled her to close down the business rather than relocate it.

(September 25, 2010; icemaker removed September 24, 2010)

The picture shows the footprint of the removed roof-mounted Scotsman condenser unit. Since the plywood door to the illegally expanded shed has been nailed shut, and the siding used as a shed wall now swings as the door, I surmise that the Scotsman compressor unit and the Follett ice storage bin have been removed from the illegal shed.

Next, the shed comes down.

From my own as-yet-unpublished legal writings:

The effects of this illegal use, abetted by the determination letter-in-error, have snowballed through the years. This section recounts certain violations of state law and municipal code that occurred after Defendants took possession of the subject property. A summary judgment, finding for the Plaintiff, would affect these items. These documents are dated after November 10, 1987 and are presented to properly illuminate the absurdly wide scope of the resulting nuisance caused by the Defendants’ false claim of being legally grandfathered on the property. They have built an entire house of cards on a fabricated foundation.

Caught in her own spiraling down-the-drain suction, Lynda's selfish and singularly myopic interests caused her to plant an outdoor marijuana garden on her property, which adjoins Sierra High School, without consulting any code requirements. Again, no compliance - never is. Now there is another misdemeanor charge against her.

It has been awesome watching - and often hearing - Lynda's shrill, self-righteous, self-destruction and her descent back to hell. I'm sure Roger and Flora Stewart and Irvin and Margaret Biggs would approve. I know I do.

Maybe God loves her; I tried and failed.
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* Diplomacy: An initial personal visit with a neighbor may accomplish a couple things. It sorts out the ignorant, who can be educated. It sorts out the oblivious, who can be reminded. Next are the stupid, who deliberately remain ignorantly oblivious. Lastly are the mentally impaired, who suffer from (or, more correctly, cause others to suffer) either sociopathy or psychopathy.

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"Thus there are five factors from which victory can be known:

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  One who knows when he can fight, and when he cannot fight, will be victorious.
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  One who recognizes how to employ large and small numbers will be victorious.
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  One whose upper and lower ranks have the same desires will be victorious.
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  One who, fully prepared, awaits the unprepared will be victorious.
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  One whose general is capable and not interfered with by the ruler will be victorious.

"These five are the Way (Tao) to know victory."

(The Art of War, ibid.)
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