Ever since I insisted (eventually via a lawsuit) that the BDG's stop their noisy and illegal business operation, they have retaliated with MORE intrusive noise and invasive surveillance of MY property.
A well-meaning, kindly old dweeb recently advised me that to continue blogging about Lynda Allen is like "pouring fuel on the fire." The messenger was intending to de-escalate any hostilities perpetrated by the Three Beaches toward me, but in the real world was like telling Lord Chamberlain to placate Adolf Hitler. Everyone knows how well that appeasement strategy worked out prior to World War II erupting and sweeping the nations.
You know the old sayings:
- The night is always darkest before the dawn.
- Things usually get worse before they get better.
At lunchtime today there was ANOTHER guy with a truck and a ladder crawling around on the BDG's property and house. Why? you ask. It appears that the paranoid pussies
New cable strung from outbuilding to... where? |
A second camera mounted under the BDG's eaves to capture my front yard |
If Lyin' Lynda and her live-in lovers keep pouring evil, volatile fuels on the situation, even a small spark could... quite possibly... ignite a conflagration.
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Unless that kindly old dweeb offers to buy your property and live next door to the bitch version of the Three Stooges himself, I wouldn't pay him no mind. To suffer in silence? Hell no.
Suffer in silence? That was my inaction during my first year on my property. Never again.
But, why should the BDG's have all the fun? After this legal farce plays out, it will then be time to shovel their shit back in their faces for... I'd say... about four years.
I heard the BDG's consider ME the Neighbor From Hell! That's a title and job I will gladly take on in order to {sarcasm} repay the favors they forced on me for almost four years.
They really should strongly reconsider an Oregon relocation.
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