tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23609925131347321972024-03-12T16:33:21.551-07:00Country Living in the City of MantecaWelcome to Manteca, California. PASTIME: New kid on the block forced by City to sue neighboring malicious bitches over nuisance noise & entrenched illegal business. NEIGHBOR RELATIONS: Cold War; cowardly Barefoot Dirty Girls retaliate with more noise, Peeping Tom surveillance, and marijuana production and use. GOVERNMENT RELATIONS: Not good. The City Hall weasels are in bed with the BDGs {shudder at the thought} and the Court System has been wanking on this for almost two years.noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.comBlogger306125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-17807001043918408482013-03-07T17:55:00.000-08:002013-03-07T17:55:56.093-08:00Manteca's Crack Code Enforcer<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Under-staffed or under-brained?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">(...but I just sent it to the last known owner instead of checking anything...)</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Manteca Code Enforcement: Cosmic Entropy?</span> *</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">.............................................</span>: Comic Entertainment?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">.............................................</span>: Cannibis Enjoyment?<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You say what, Mr. Cunningham (Scott)?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You, a bright C.E. brain? Clearly not!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since your current employer<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Allows cann'bis enjoyer<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It's no wonder your work's gone to pot<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sheesh! Your skill set and methods are slim<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Makes your chance of success flicker dim<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe look on the 'puter<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For the foreclosure suitor?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Send your "We Notice Shit" on to him!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">From the time of citation 'til now**<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Musta smoked your Sierra High (r) grow?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dumb! Ya gotta have vigor<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pulling Oaf-icial trigger<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Coulda saved your embarrassing row<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So this here's what I want you to do-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">'Specially now that I gave you a clue:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">1. Reverse all of these "crocks"<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">2. Send confirms to my box</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">3. Let me NEVER again hear from you!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">* the degradation of the matter and energy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">in the universe to an ultimate state<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">of inert uniformity<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">** 03Jan13 to 20Feb13,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">seven weeks of pissing up the wrong tree!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-25256505996933930542012-09-14T11:37:00.000-07:002012-09-14T11:40:52.006-07:00Judges, Juries and Executioners<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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Cannonball (<a href="http://www.franciscotoledo.net/cannonball/" target="_blank">source</a>)</h3>
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<span style="color: white;">--------</span>The Five Witnesses</h2>
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[Audile]<br />
<span style="color: white;">---------</span>Hark! Aloft a distinctive death knell<br />
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[Olfactive]<br />
<span style="color: white;">---------</span>What's that- sniff!- incommodious smell?<br />
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[Taste]<br />
<span style="color: white;">---------</span>Taste buds’ certainty warps<br />
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[Tactile]<br />
<span style="color: white;">---------</span>Gritty bones of a corpse<br />
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[Ocular]<br />
<span style="color: white;">---------</span>Look! Manteca is all gone to Hell!<br />
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New Sierra High practice field gate on Fishback Street</h4>
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I am impressed! Thank you, Nancy Teicheira and MUSD staff!<br />
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Beginning around 8:00 this morning, personnel from the Manteca Unified School District actually followed through on one of my suggestions for relieving traffic pressure, blood pressure, and bladder and bowel pressure - all at the same time. Noted on the picture above is Fishback Street's new gate onto the practice field.<br />
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The offending after-school Pop Warner Football and Cheer drivers can now drop off and pick up their precious Johnnies and Suzies without stoppering up my driveway. Those who stay all night - the block party parasites - their offensive communal collection of bodily effluents can also be moved farther away from its original placement on my driveway; better their spawn play downwind of it, than I suffer it.<br />
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It's Been One Hour...!</h4>
I didn’t go before we left<br />
Anticipating plastic cleft<br />
And deep, dark hole with noxious fumes<br />
Enough to fill a house of rooms<br />
With pleading voice, “Oh, coach, may I…?<br />
It’s been one hour- I’ll nearly die!”<br />
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Who moved that pot whereon I sat<br />
And listened as my shit went, Splat?<br />
Where tinkle drizzled down my leg?<br />
(Same stuff as from my Daddy’s keg?)<br />
So hot and smelly but, Oh my,<br />
It’s been one hour- I’ll nearly die!<br />
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They say it kills -or makes you strong!<br />
(All Chargers know they could be wrong)<br />
I run, I jump with all my powers<br />
I dance, and chant, all evening hours<br />
So full of piss I almost cry<br />
“It’s been one hour- I’ll nearly die!”<br />
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(iambic tetrameter)
<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-15810440473679311202012-08-13T17:02:00.001-07:002012-08-13T17:02:41.114-07:00Please, Mr. Postman, look and see... if there's a letter...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Manteca Bulletin ran with my story this morning, Monday, August 13, 2012, entitled:<br />
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<a href="http://www.mantecabulletin.com/section/1/article/50491/" target="_blank">Portable toilet, driveway blockers irk Sierra High neighbor</a></div>
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Irk - I love that word. When it is used as a verb, this form denotes multiple subjects; in this case, both the crap shack and the helicopter parents. But the headline also strikes me as a redundancy because, also in this case, they are both full of shit.<br />
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Irk (v) irritate or vex, gall or anger; also, annoy, aggravate (informal), provoke, nettle, rile, piss off (taboo slang).<br />
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In an apparent coincidence today, the letter (see <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2012/08/pop-warner-shit-shack.html" target="_blank">previous post</a>) that Superintendent Messer had not seen yet came back to me in the mail, stamped "Undeliverable as Addressed - Not Forwarded." So I stopped by the MUSD office and hand delivered it.<br />
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It is odd to me that the United States Postal Service delivered all other copies of the letter, but the Manteca Branch of the USPS somehow could not manage to find the big four-story office building on the corner of Louise Avenue and Airport Way, which has the name "Manteca Unified School District" emblazoned across the front of it. All right, not so odd.<br />
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I guess I could have saved myself the $0.45 and hand delivered it a week ago.<br />
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Or, I could have gone to another tedious school board board meeting, like I did last year, to re-explain to supposedly intelligent people how porta-potties do not belong in residential neighborhoods.<br />
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For many, many years, the Johnnies and Suzies of the world were trained by mommies and daddies to "go use the bathroom before we go," to dancing, to swimming, to soccer, to Pop Warner, etc. Now, all of a sudden, the Johnnies and Suzies and mommies and daddies have to have a porta-potty? And it has to be placed in some unfortunate citizen's front yard, no less?<br />
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<span style="color: white;">...</span><br />
noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-40672332863551395752012-08-09T16:23:00.000-07:002012-08-30T11:04:24.336-07:00Pop Warner Shit Shack<span style="color: white;">...</span><br />
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Manteca Unified School District</div>
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Attn: Nancy Teicheira</div>
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2271 West Louise Avenue</div>
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Manteca, CA 95337</div>
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August 2, 2012</div>
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Dear Mrs. Teicheira,</div>
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Greetings, as we meet again over an issue of paramount importance to me.</div>
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At a school board meeting last year, I met with you and MUSD staff regarding a portable toilet which on <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2360992513134732197#editor/target=post;postID=7524923457917172464">July 22, 2011</a>, had been delivered and attached to the chain link fence bordering my driveway- in effect, ON MY DRIVEWAY! From that placement, in line with the prevailing NW winds of Manteca, its pungent plume blew continuously through my house at 786 Fishback Street.</div>
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That odorous object has appeared again this same week in 2012, in the same objectionable spot. This is the final straw that breaks this camel’s back for the second year running.</div>
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For many years prior, never before seen, the offending structure appeared last year for the first time. The immediate effect was physically nauseating. I believe the outhouse was(is) rented from A & A Portables by the Pop Warner League, who, in turn, rents the practice field bordering my property from the Manteca Unified School District for six months out of every year. Last year’s expediency was to remove the shit shack approximately 100 feet northward along the MUSD’s Fishback Street fence line.<br />
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Apparently, your insensate renter’s lazy vendor could not be bothered to repeat last year’s plan this year.<br />
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Two other, more permanent, solutions include:<br />
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1. Opening up the restrooms behind Teicheira Stadium as part of the rental agreement. Those facilities have the design, functionality, and enclosure to handle the massive amounts of sewer effluent generated by Johnnie, Suzie, Mommy, Poppie, and all the other Pop Warner groupies who camp out in front of my house for four hours every night for six months every year.<br />
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2. Remove the gate from its present location next to my driveway, northward to about where the other eyesore structure is located on your practice field, or around the corner on Thomas Street.<br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span> a. This action has a precedent set when the other MUSD gate a few yards southward on Fishback Street was welded shut and the gates on Wawona Street were prescribed for use by Pop Warner aficionados.<br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span> b. This solution has the added advantage of dissipating the traffic congestion in front of my driveway, including the illegal parking and driveway blocking by self-absorbed “helicopter” parents.<br />
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Mrs. Teicheira, please see to it: A) that this nuisance is dealt with immediately, and B) that a long term solution is arrived at. I do not desire to ask you to this dance again next year.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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___________________________<br />
Richard Behling,<br />
A nauseated Manteca property owner<br />
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Copies to:<br />
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Pop Warner/Manteca Chargers<br />
821 West Yosemite Ave<br />
Manteca, Ca 95337<br />
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A & A Portables<br />
201 Roscoe Road<br />
Modesto, CA 95357 <br />
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Manteca Bulletin<br />
531 E. Yosemite Avenue<br />
Manteca, CA 95336<br />
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[ed. note: shit shack moved northward 100 feet on Wednesday, 8 Aug 2012.] <br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-28097783781141155582012-03-21T10:51:00.000-07:002012-09-14T11:26:08.690-07:00Manteca City Governance<span style="color: white;">...</span><br />
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Citizen:<br />
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I have upset the tea of some “power-that-be”<br />
Of a king with some fancy new clothes<br />
It appears the shoe fit, but he’s shamed to wear it<br />
Because then we would see his twelve toes<br />
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King:<br />
<br />
The affairs in our gate (whether soon, more oft late)<br />
We can see with these cool X-ray glasses<br />
But the law, as they say, merely gets in our way<br />
We prefer to kiss each other’s asses<br />
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Citizen:<br />
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My dear sirs, let us think – you provided the ink<br />
To record your whole long list of crimes<br />
Can one slander with truth? Or dress up the uncouth?<br />
Or defame such depraved sods, betimes?<br />
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King:<br />
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We reject you… you… all! And your poison pen scrawl!<br />
We demand you remove yourself hence!<br />
There is nothing you say will impinge on our day<br />
We paid our silv’ry coins – thirty pence<br />
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Citizen:<br />
<br />
Should we follow the trails, what that money entails<br />
And discover those masters of power?<br />
When the towers of earth fall, to what god will you call?<br />
Your reward will be: Kneel, blanch and cower!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: white;">...</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-26485596449070278902012-03-20T14:40:00.001-07:002012-03-20T16:40:32.877-07:00KRISKO: WHEN LARD JUST WON'T DO!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-38241382936129326932012-01-26T16:28:00.000-08:002012-08-14T10:34:35.507-07:00This Cow-Town's Official Marching Song:<span style="color: white;">.</span> <br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: x-large;">"The Valley of [Manteca] Clods!"</span></strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.jacobmantia.com/pic24.html">Pterosaur Rock</a></span></strong><br />
by <a href="http://www.jacobmantia.com/">Jacob Mantia</a><br />
(used with permission)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: blue;">Jack Satan's the greatest of gods,</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">And Hell is the best of abodes.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">'Tis reached through the Valley of Clods</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">By seventy beautiful roads.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hurrah for the Seventy Roads!</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hurrah for the clods that resound</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">With a hollow, thundering sound!</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hurrah for the Best of Abodes!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">We'll serve him as long as we've breath--</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Jack Satan, the greatest of gods.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">To all of his enemies, death!--</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">A home [with] the [Manteca Sods].</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hurrah for the thunder of Clods</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">That smother the souls of his foes!</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hurrah for the spirit that goes</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">To dwell with the Greatest of Gods!</span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: black;">(from <i>A Sole Survivor</i>, The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Vol 1, 1909, [slightly amended].)</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">'Round and 'Round</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Yes, once more I will try City Hall</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Where my chance of success is so small</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">If it's legal or money,</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">There, the law goes all "funny"</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">This pig sty still run by Oink, McFall</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">To Karen MacLaughlin, Manteca City Manager:</span><br />
<em>(on witnessing a Waste Dept employee attempt to collect</em><br />
<em>a 14-year-old debt the court ordered the City to write off)</em><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Your new job inspired much incredulity</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In those few who have any acuity</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">But to everyone's eyes</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">There's a nicer surprise</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Your best feature - your great assiduity!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">You're a peach, looking out for a buck</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">To be made off a TLC truck</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Garbage bills pile high</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">While they chop, stir, and fry</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">"Twen'-three years we was down on our luck"</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">So that debt from way back - Ninety-seven?</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">(one plus one... let's see... hmm...) Twenty-'leven!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">If you weren't so damn blind,</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Take a look! You will find</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">That the perps have packed up, left this heaven</span><br />
<br />
<em>(on the City's drug <strike>enforcement</strike> incubation program next to Sierra High)</em><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">But... they left behind great farms of weed</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">And a tender who shares in the feed</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Check inside the locked freezer</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">(That just might stop a geezer)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The shit's prime - "not one stem, branch, or seed."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">For the which you have issued permit?</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">And ignore our state law? What says it?</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Permit written contrary</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Makes it void - mere hot airy</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">You dolts make me so mad I could spit!</span><br />
<br />
<em>(Yup, City filed $800 suit '96, lost suit '00)</em><br />
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<span style="color: black;">But they got Small Claims court to agree</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">From Manteca they should be cut free</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">With their pass sayin' "Granny"</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Kicked you girls in the fanny</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">And your shame is now open to see</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Your drug cops are the worst of the blind</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">They identify with their own kind</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Those blue clouds of foul smoke</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Of their brains make a joke</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Dream of action while still on behind</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;"><em>(on blind eyes to blatant zoning violations)</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">I believe that you clowns are mere swabs</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Who lucked out when out looking for jobs</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Comprehension from reading?</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Well, you're sure not succeeding</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In my sight, you're less bright than door knobs</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><em>(on my money damages claim)</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Brings us back to the question at hand</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">'Bout my money, my peace, and my land</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">For, while singing the Gospel,</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Sinful “Lard” has been hostile</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">In a vain, hypocritical stand</span><br />
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<em>(and the perps' address still doesn't have garbage service!)</em><br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-81135008328254289662011-09-22T17:27:00.000-07:002012-03-20T15:59:54.564-07:00BDG Shysters*: "Get'cher Tea Head Turncoats (tm) Here!"<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">BDG self-confession began long, long ago...</span></strong></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<u>The Barefoot Dirty Girls</u></div>
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<li><div style="text-align: center;">
Mistresses of Flim-Flam**</div>
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<li><div style="text-align: center;">
Purveyors of TLC Roach Coach Swill</div>
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<li><div style="text-align: center;">
Growers and Distributors of Sierra High (c) Marijuana</div>
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<li><div style="text-align: center;">
Brains (?) and Producers of Tea Head Turncoats</div>
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<br />
I guess Lyin' Lynda and Roly-Poly Red have been ruminating on my proposal from last January, in the post "<a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/opprobrious-chameleons-reversibles-and.html">Opprobrius Chameleons: Reversibles and Rip-Offs</a>" - a jacket that announces to the world what bad-girl bad-asses they are on the outside... but warm, fluffy, <strike>virginal</strike>, cuddly and affirming on the inside.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>NO</u> camouflage covers the BDG's the moment they open their mouths.<br />
(Hmmm... maybe camouflaged duct tape over their mouths...)</td></tr>
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In patenting this "invention," the most telling sentence in the entire Innovation Application is this one, penned by Theresa Ann Brassey in 1998 (though undoubtedly dictated to her by Lyin' Lynda Sue Allen):<br />
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"If the team <span style="color: #990000;">[s]</span>he is rooting for loses the game or is otherwise unacceptable to the rest of the fans, e.g. for example <span style="color: #990000;">[sic]</span> if they are the visiting team, the user can simply reverse the jacket and present those fans in the stadium with a logo for a team and/or player that is acceptable to them."</blockquote>
What a slimy, manipulative confession of unprincipled action! This applied statement of Lyin' Lynda's and Roly-Poly Red's credo grows out of their blind paranoia that someone might see them for who they really are; it attempts to validate their schizophrenic view of this life; and it embodies their anxiety and dread of the here-and-now and the hereafter.<br />
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<strong>"Just turn the coat (<em>and hope no one looks inside.</em>)"</strong><br />
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The Barefoot Dirty Girls are merely recycling their wasted lives. As one online encyclopedia put it, <br />
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<span style="color: blue;">"The fear of the past coming to upset the newly-found stability is always present in the mind of the turncoat. The past is rewritten and whitewashed to cover former deeds. When successful, this activity results in the distortion and falsification of historical events."</span></blockquote>
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Amen.<br />
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But the story continues and gets better. Their plan was (is?) to capitalize on the patent by trademarking a clothing line label - Turncoat. (Yes, Turncoat! From their own mouths! I know...!)<br />
<br />
Not one, but two trademark applications were filed. It appears these two snake-oil saleswomen have been through litigation before. New action took place a few months ago on one of the trademark serial #'s, cancelling the original litigated one.<br />
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Trademark <a href="http://tdr.uspto.gov/search.action?sn=76454909">Serial # 76454909</a> (live)<br />
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Litigated <a href="http://tdr.uspto.gov/search.action?sn=76533488">Serial # 76533488</a> (dead- cancelled <a href="http://tarr.uspto.gov/tarr?regser=serial&entry=76533488&action=Request+Status">04Feb2011</a>)</div>
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It looks as if our local turncoats are attempting to re-launch some sort of camouflage enterprise.<br />
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The BDG's:<br />
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">Drive '89 Chevy submersibles</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">We blend in 'cause we wear reversibles</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Don't dare you detract!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Don't give us no flak</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">By sayin' we're gas-filled dirigibles.</span></blockquote>
Yeah, that black market <span style="color: #990000;">"Manteca medical"</span> marijuana money needs a <span style="color: #990000;">Turncoat (tm) money laundering front</span> in order to evade numerous more laws. As spelled out repeatedly in the Showtime series, <em><a href="http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.sho">Weeds</a></em>, the BDG's need some sort of cash-based scam going to hide their activities and perpetuate their miserable existences. Just like their earlier roach coach food business, drug money funding; now, instead of cash for emetic comestibles, cash sales of Chinese-made sports apparel (especially for a worthless franchise in a useless industry.)<br />
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If anyone happens to spot one of these monstrosities in real life -- a jacket or a BDG (no diff) -- check it for a hidden zipper pocket for smuggling a marijuana <strike>inventory</strike> stash into Raider football games. (Now we know why the fans of eyeless, toothless pirates are so wigged out... Go, Red, weed-brained daughter of the <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/yellow-still-tries-to-blame-it-all-on.html">San Leandro Pirates</a>!)<br />
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Here's another suggestion for<br />
Lyin' Lynda, Ravaged Red, and Guts[y] Green -</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
just sew large, <span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">scarlet A</span>'s</div>
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on your personal jackets... inside and out...<br />
after all, "<a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/11/draft-mediation-letter.html">A is for Asshole[s].</a>"</div>
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(And watch out for those gas-filled dirigibles that float over stadia full of people.)<br />
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* shy·ster (n) Slang. A person who uses unscrupulous, fraudulent, or deceptive methods in business. An unethical, unscrupulous practitioner, especially of law.<br />
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Word History: Calling someone a shyster might be considered libellous; knowing its probable origin adds insult to injury. Shyster is most likely derived from the German term scheisser, meaning literally "one who defecates," from the verb scheissen, "to defecate." Sheisser, which is chiefly a pejorative term, is the German equivalent of the English terms bastard and son of a bitch. [Middle High German schzen, from Old High German skzzan; see skei- in Indo-European roots.]<br />
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** The Flim-Flam Man (20th Century Fox) George C. Scott plays Mordecai C. Jones (self-styled "M.B.S., C.S., D.D. — Master of Back-Stabbing, <span style="color: #990000;">Cork-Screwing</span> and Dirty-Dealing!"), a drifting confidence trickster who makes his living defrauding people in the southern United States. <span style="color: #990000;">[Really? Criminals drifting through life on lies and evasion? Sound familiar, BDG's?]</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-77989130616515456052011-09-21T15:26:00.000-07:002012-03-20T16:01:12.643-07:00Ticky-Tacky Little Narc Squabs<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Duh... what happened to all my Dodo squabs?</span></td></tr>
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My email to the Superintendent of the Manteca Unified School District regarding the illegal marijuana cooperative operating right behind Sierra High School: <br />
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Mr. Messer,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Consider this an update from last year, when the three residents were growing their own weed at 810 Fishback Street. That usage was apparently legal. Those three moved last Easter, turned the property over to a relative, yet still return to collect the crop. That activity, </span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">however -- growing for non-residents -- constitutes a cooperative or collective, which is strictly prohibited within a thousand feet of a school, not to mention being in a residential district.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">I would suggest you request another police visit to ascertain the cardholder status of the property residents, and investigate the shipments of marijuana to non-residents (ie., a co-op.)</span><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><br />
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His response: <br />
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Mr Behling,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">We did contact the Manteca P.D. again and they emailed Sergeant Mraz, <a href="mailto:cmraz@ci.manteca.ca.us">cmraz@ci.manteca.ca.us</a>, who is the supervisor for the narcotics unit. They did a compliance check on the home and they meet all requirements. The address on Fishback is in compliance with state law. They recommended that if you needed any further information you could contact Sergeant Mraz. Thanks for keeping me posted.</span><br />
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Compliance check, my ass! Contacting Sergeant Mraz - or any other useless, unreliable party - at the Manteca P.D. is a waste of time, breath, or any other resource. (I'd love to see some dip-shit email him with words of encouragement and support for <u>not</u> enforcing the marijuana laws. Be sure to leave a copy here on a Comment; I'd love to post it!) The former residents had to be forced into structural "compliance" the previous year, although there was an awful lot of collective "sharing" of the more-than-three-persons crop going on. City law requires destruction of excess marijuana, not "sharing" or selling it to persons not holding some perjured doctor's medical recommendation.<br />
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Compliance with state law? Barely... California law does contemplate private cooperatives among medical marijuana patients only (but not the so-called cannibis clubs.)<br />
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Compliance with Manteca law? Bullshit, Sergeant Mraz! The new residents, relatives of the scofflaw Barefoot Dirty Girls, are openly distributing the crop off the property, which is a clear cut restriction on a collective or cooperative in Manteca's very own officially adopted -- <span style="color: #990000;">but heroically unenforced!</span> -- Municipal Code (<a href="http://qcode.us/codes/manteca/view.php?topic=8-8_35-8_35_030&frames=off">here</a>.) While you're reading subsections F. and G., be sure to also read about not having co-ops in a residential district or next to a school.<br />
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Compliance check, my ass! What'd you do, Sergeant Mraz? Read last year's reports? They don't tell you that:<br />
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<li>The formerly barely legal residents became non-residents.</li>
<li>The current residents are growing weed for those non-residents (ie., became a co-op.)</li>
<li>The current residents are illegally distributing weed off the property for those non-residents and others.</li>
<li>MMC 8.35.030, subsections F. and G., prohibits co-ops in residential districts and next to schools.</li>
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Make sure of your entries on the police department service call logs for that so-called "compliance check." Hell, Sarge, you probably went over, all right... just to pick up your monthly <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vigorish">vig</a> of Sierra High (c) whacky tabacky.<br />
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It appears the <strike>overly</strike> <strike>highly</strike> <strike>educated</strike> <strike>educators</strike> administrators at MUSD are willing to <strike>trust</strike> <strike>believe</strike> be duped by the <strike>underly educated</strike> <strike>Voc Ed dropouts</strike> <u>_?_?_?_</u> at MPD regarding this law - and breach the duty they owe to the students and parents.<br />
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The people of Manteca, and parents within Manteca Unified School District, get exactly what they deserve when they cede authority to such troublemakers, scoundrels, beatniks, bumpkins and bastards!<br />
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To honor (or ridicule; they won't know the difference) the rabble of monumental imbeciles <strike>on the public dole</strike> employed at the Manteca Police Department, I composed alternate words to a ditty seen/heard <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2360992513134732197#editor/target=post;postID=1038429524207217625">earlier</a> on this blog:<br />
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<strong>Little Narc Squabs</strong>* <br />
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(sung to the catchy little tune of "<em>Little Boxes</em>," <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/music.sho">here</a>, Season 1, Episode 1.)<br />
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<span style="color: blue;">[1]</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Little narc squabs, in Manteca,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Little narc squabs smoking tacky-tacky,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Little narc squabs, bumbling drug cops,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Little narc squabs; not a brain.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">There’s a nose ring, and a tattoo,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And the ones should been fired long ago,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And they all smell of homegrown ticky-tacky</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And they all act just the same.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">[2]</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">So the potheads in their grow sheds</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Still cultivate with impunity-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">They just put some in special boxes</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">When the narc squabs call again.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Some for Mayor, some for Sergeant,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And a whole host of other City squabs,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">’Cause they all toke lots of ticky-tacky</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And they look the other way.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">[3]</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And the kiddies in the schoolyard</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">See the narc squabs playin' fast and loose;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">“What the hell, then, I can smoke, too,”</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Is the kiddies’ last refrain.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">But the teachers and the principal</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And even the Superintendant</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Take the word of reeking narc squabs</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">That there’s nothing going wrong.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">[4]</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">There’s a fox and there’s a henhouse,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And the one’s to keep the other safe.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">In Manteca, them’s the narc squabs-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Keep the co-ops nice and green.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">There’s a fat one and a thin one</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And a pock-faced really ugly one,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And they all smell of homegrown ticky-tacky</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And they all act just the same.</span></blockquote>
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* squab (n) 1. A young, newly hatched, or unfledged pigeon. 2. A soft, thick cushion, as for a couch.<br />
(adj) Young and undeveloped; newly hatched or unfledged: "a narc squab."<br />
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All these descriptors fit: unfledged, soft, thick... esp. thick...<br />
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<span style="color: white;">...</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-24821882519190111382011-09-21T12:19:00.000-07:002012-03-20T16:01:53.955-07:00The Return of Cork-Screwed's Old Trailer<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The return of "Cork-Screwed’s old trailer,"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">last seen being </span><a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sierra-high-c-marijuana-growing-company.html"><span style="font-size: small;">hauled away</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> on Saturday, May 21st, at 5:46 p.m.</span></td></tr>
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Yes, indeed-ee, <br />
<blockquote>
<a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/08/barefoot-in-hells-kitchens-frequent.html">[55]</a><br />
<span style="color: blue;">They came back, the old haunts, looking gray, looking gaunt,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">With their hangers-on, tough red-necks all,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">For Cork-Screwed’s old trailer, that neighborhood failure,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To set up for the next small town’s fall.</span><br />
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But, like dogs returning to their vomit... like belching, bloating, gut-wrenching, diarrhea-producing indigestion from one of Rotund Red's TLC Catering truck burritos... the Wilderness Advantage travel trailer is back. Because the last reputed owner was the third-wheel Barefoot Dirty Girl, Cork-Screwed (aka, Cornelia Jane "Corky" Green), its return to storage on this property is another proof of Lyin' Lynda's sham property trade to evade consequences of her/their illegal occupations.<br />
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Despite Cork-Screwed's monstrosity being unlicensed for at least four-and-a-half years (2007 through May 21, 2011), someone managed to cough up enough bucks to finally make it road legal in June of this year. (Maybe Bubba bought it? Lotsa drug money floating around...)<br />
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Rather than being parked to showcase the BDG's extensive collection of leftover <strike>trailer trash</strike> inoperable vehicles littering the property, it is parked to hide a broken down vending truck and an inoperable Mobile Food Preparation Unit (MFPU, or, roach coach) from the at-last-defunct, illegal TLC Catering operations.<br />
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How is one supposed to make out the FOR SALE signs in the windows of the trashed trucks?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's how the boneyard looked last Easter '11 - vehicles are just rearranged. </td></tr>
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More importantly, does this <strike>free dumping ground</strike> continued storage for live and dead vehicles mean that Cork-Screwed, Resectioned Red, and Lyin' Lynda are close enough to Manteca to continually make reappearances at their Sierra High (c) Marijuana Cooperative Farm at 810 Fishback Street?<br />
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(Bubba must be so proud to be so used...)<br />
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...<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Oh, where were the boys</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairy-story-as-grimm-as-any-other.html">use</a> as my toys?</span><br />
...</blockquote>
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-85338671703676458962011-08-25T17:33:00.000-07:002012-03-20T16:02:44.889-07:00BDG Origins: "How We'as Raised!"<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.online-literature.com/bierce/black-beetles-in-amber/47/">The Oakland Dog</a></div>
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by Ambrose Bierce,</div>
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from <em>Beetles in Black Amber</em></div>
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<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">I lay one happy night in bed</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And dreamed that all the dogs were dead.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">They'd all been taken out and shot--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Their bodies strewed each vacant lot.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">O'er all the earth, from <span style="color: #990000;">[Pinole]</span> down</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To San Leandro's ancient town,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And out in space as far as Niles--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I saw their mortal parts in piles.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">One stack upreared its ridge so high</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Against the azure of the sky</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">That some good soul, with pious views,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Put up a steeple and sold pews.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">No wagging tail the scene relieved:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I never in my life conceived</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">(I swear it on the Decalogue!)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Such penury of living dog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The barking and the howling stilled,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The snarling with the snarler killed,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">All nature seemed to hold its breath:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The silence was as deep as death.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">True, candidates were all in roar</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">On every platform, as before;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And villains, as before, felt free</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To finger the calliope.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">True, the Salvationist by night,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And milkman in the early light,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The lonely flutist and the mill</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Performed their functions with a will.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">True, church bells on a Sunday rang</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The sick man's curtain down--the bang</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of trains, contesting for the track,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Out of the shadow called him back.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">True, cocks, at all unheavenly hours,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Crew with excruciating powers,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Cats on the woodshed rang and roared,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Fat citizens and fog-horns snored.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">But this was all too fine for ears</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Accustomed, through the awful years,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To the nocturnal monologues</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And day debates of Oakland dogs.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">And so the world was silent. Now</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">What else befell--to whom and how?</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Imprimis, then, there were no fleas,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And days of worth brought nights of ease.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Men walked about without the dread</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of being torn to many a shred,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Each fragment holding half a cruse</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of hydrophobia's quickening juice.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">They had not to propitiate</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Some curst kioodle at each gate,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">But entered one another's grounds,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Unscared, and were not fed to hounds.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Women could drive and not a pup</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Would lift the horse's tendons up</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And let them go--to interject</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">A certain musical effect.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">Even children's ponies went about,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">All grave and sober-paced, without</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">A bulldog hanging to each nose--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Proud of his fragrance, I suppose.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Dog being dead, Man's lawless flame</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Burned out: he granted Woman's claim,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Children's and those of country, art--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">all took lodgings in his heart.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">When memories of his former shame</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Crimsoned his cheeks with sudden flame</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">He said; "I know my fault too well--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">They fawned upon me and I fell."</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Ah! 'twas a lovely world!--no more</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I met that indisposing bore,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The unseraphic cynogogue--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The <span style="color: #990000;">[hags]</span> who's proud to love a dog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Thus in my dream the golden reign</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of Reason filled the world again,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And all mankind confessed her sway,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">From Walnut Creek to San Jose.</span></blockquote>
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[...Because L/L and R/R - and all their dogs! - moved to Manteca.]<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-38892956839140060192011-08-10T14:57:00.000-07:002012-03-20T16:03:13.109-07:00Seen One, Seen All Three<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of The More Famous Tetons</td></tr>
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<span style="color: blue;">How does a man respond to wickedness?</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Some sulk, some fulminate, or pray, or curse.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">My choice has always been to turn to verse</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To neutralize the causes of my distress.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And this may be why my satire appears</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">So gentle, with spines and thorns that are intermixed</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">With flowers. I don't expect the world to be fixed,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And laughter serves my purpose better than tears.</span><br />
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<em><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=8XyC-ytxZAwC&pg=PR3&source=gbs_selected_pages&cad=3#v=onepage&q&f=false">The Regrets</a></em>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joachim_du_Bellay">Joachim Du Bellay</a> (c. 1522 – d. 1560) (trans: David R. Slavitt, 2004)</blockquote>
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The thoughts and verses, above and below, are those of highly acclaimed <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=M0fMpLsT8S8C&dq=clement+marot">French Renaissance</a> poets, although the English words were supplied by scholarly and talented translators.<br />
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The stark contrast between the following two Clément Marot epigrammes illustrates that when a woman goes wrong, she goes horribly wrong. (Or, worse, when a threesome of them go wrong, they become Hell Incarnate.) Rather than fulfilling her call to heavenly grace, she becomes instead an instrument of torture and bondage; she fails to help lift the heavy burdens of life, contrarily adding only misery atop those burdens. The object - the breast - is merely a methphor for "The body whole of [the] possessor," and the mind and spirit besides. This dichotomy really has nothing to do with youth or age, physical tautness or sag; but, like beauty or ugliness, peace or hysteria, emanates from within.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Du beau Tetin</strong> (Of the Fair Breast)</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white;">.....</span>Breast, whiter than an egg, and quite</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">As smooth as satin, fresh and white:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast that would shame the rose; plump Breast,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of all things known, the lovliest;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Firm Breast, indeed, not Breast at all;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Rather, a small, round ivory ball,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And in the middle, a cherry placed,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Or berry, and with such beauty graced</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">That, though I neither touch nor see</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">It bare, I vow such must it be.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast red-tipped; Breast taut, and that never</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Waggles about, whithersoever,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Coming or going, running, leaping;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Left Breast - coy, sweet - your distance keeping,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Properly, from your mate, discreet.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast that reflects, from top to teat,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The body whole of your possessor!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ah! Were I but her breast-caresser!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Many's the man that, when he sees you,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Tingles with lust to hold and squeeze you;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">But he must rein his appetite,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Never draw near lest soon he might</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Burn with a fire quite otherwise!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white;">.....</span>O Breast of perfect shape and size,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Alluring Breast, who, night and day,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Cry: "Find me a husband, quick, I pray!"</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast swelling full and comely; Breast</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Quick to add inches to her chest;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ah! Right the man who says that he</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Is blest who fills you generously</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">With milk, to turn you, ma petite,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">From virgin's Breast to Breast complete.</span><br />
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<em><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=M0fMpLsT8S8C&dq=clement+marot">Lyrics of the French Renaissance</a></em>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cl%C3%A9ment_Marot">Clément Marot</a> (1496-1544)<em>, Epigrammes, I, LXXIX</em> (trans: Norman R. Shapiro, 2002)<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Du laid Tetin</strong> (Of the Ugly Breast)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white;">.....</span>Breast, nothing more than scraggy skin;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast with no solid flesh within;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sagging and loose, like swaying flag,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Or - dare I say? - a saddlebag!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Black gross-tipped teat, long, ugly (very!),</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Funnel-like, that an ordinary</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Touch will set wagging in the breeze.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And should, perchance, one choose to seize</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Your flaccid form, well may he crow:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">"I lend a hand to knead sour dough!"</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast dry as dust, breast drooping free;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast withered, limp, whence loathsomely</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Not milk but muck comes oozing, spewing:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Vile Breast, the very devil's doing.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast foul as tripe; Breast I would not</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Be much bemused to learn was got</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">From some old she-goat, lying dead;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast wrought in Hell, that might have fed</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Lucifer's child; long, swagging sack</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Fit to be slung athwart the back,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Over the shoulder, like a cape</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of yesteryear, round neck and nape.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Many's the hand that, when one sees you,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Quakes with disgust, forthwith, to squeeze you-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Well gloved, perforce!- and flail the face</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of her who hides you in disgrace.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Pendulous Breast, gaunt, misbegotten,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ah, what a smell, abhorrent, rotten,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Wafts from the sweat that you secrete:</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Civets and scents galore, replete</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">With stench, I warrant, that might choke</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">A hundred thousand gentlefolk.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white;">.....</span>Breast that makes nature blush with shame</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To call you Breast; you who defame</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The very name of Breast; the first</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Among the foulest and the worst;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Breast with your nipple suppurating</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Slime - putrid, noxious, nauseating...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">By George! - the saint, that is - no more!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Shit, pen be still! Be silent, or,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">If you keep writing so, no doubt</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">I'll retch and puke my innards out.</span><br />
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Marot (trans: Shapiro), ibid., <em>Epigrammes, I, LXXX</em><br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-61231035440151742262011-08-02T16:21:00.000-07:002012-03-20T16:04:54.887-07:00Barefoot in Hell's Kitchens: Frequent Impalements<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Barefoot in Hell's Kitchens:</span></b><br />
<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Frequent Impalements</span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">[1]</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Reviewing the Animus, the Actively Scamming-Us,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Of Vile Neighbors- Lying, Horrendous;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">The Blathering, Dawdling and Stupidly Twaddling</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Of Corrupted Manteca's Officious;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">[2]</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">Jack Courts, and Jill Judges, Stuft Lawyers (the Fudges),</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">F'd Up Beyond All Recognition (FUBAR).</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">If This Is to End, Please, God, Quickly Send</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Fire and Brimstone or, At Least, a QWATUR.</span></div>
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[3]</div>
A morning to die for! Another clubbed gopher!<br />
This daybreak is my cup of tea.<br />
God, I wish the same for my southerly neighbor<br />
And then I would truly be free.<br />
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The setting to tell this story 'bout Hell<br />
Is Manteca, a small bad-ass town,<br />
Where bullshit runs deep, slows things to a creep;<br />
Its odor is hard to keep down.<br />
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[5]</div>
Be warned at the fore there are arms, legs galore<br />
And more shit to spread thickly around;<br />
Fat cats, and their knobs, and wee Pinole cobs,<br />
Contribute the loud brassey sound.<br />
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<em>In her own <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-verse-why-limerick.html">words</a>:</em><br />
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[6]</div>
<span style="color: blue;">"Our company's called TLC."</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i>[A falsehood from A clear through Z.]</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">"That grandfather bloke</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Was dreamt up to cloak</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Our bare-assed il-le-gal-i-ty."</span><br />
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<em>So said, we now resume the narrative:</em></div>
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[7]</div>
Despite the loud screeches of <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2008/10/pay-piper-how-much.html">Three Rabid Beaches</a>,<br />
This business was <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/jackpot-ka-ching-ka-ching-ka-ching.html">simply not legal</a><br />
To have in their yard– nor the mobile home, ‘tard!-<br />
TLC? No! but pretensions were regal. (*1)<br />
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Their visages mousy and roach coaches lousy,<br />
Where dogs, cats, and chickens all shat,<br />
Round Red and Skin Green both <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/division-and-rationale-of-dj-duties.html">kissed up the Queen</a>,<br />
Sold her dope to put coins in the hat.<br />
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[9]</div>
Short, stumpy Red's dumpy, the picture of frumpy,<br />
Blessed with half of a keen half a brain;<br />
She cooks; she hooks; her dishwater looks<br />
Mere bubbles as she swirls down the drain.<br />
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[10]</div>
The smallest of packages, the biggest of lackages<br />
And the shrillest of keening high vocals,<br />
The <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/scraping-bottom.html">prime BDG</a> (*2), "Hear me, but don't see,"<br />
L/L (Lyin' Lynda) scares all the piss out of locals.<br />
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[11]</div>
The deliberate horrors of these ice-pimping whores<br />
Caused the <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/belated-apology-to-late-roger-and-flora.html">Stewarts</a> an early demise;<br />
The complete lack of sleep kept their depression deep.<br />
All for chorros, burritos, and fries?<br />
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<em>Another word?</em></div>
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[12]</div>
<span style="color: blue;">"Aboon them a', thee skelpit twats!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Thegither we be thrivin';</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">They be nae pintles t' gar us loup,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">But damn braw triple rivin'!"</span><br />
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<em>Pardoning that unfathomable ejaculation...</em></div>
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[13]</div>
Should you ever get stuck ‘hind a catering truck,<br />
Please know that they simply are cooled<br />
With <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-cooled.html">buckets of ice</a>, dog slobber and mice;<br />
Beware the street drain! Don’t be fooled.<br />
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[14]</div>
Midnights were nice... 'cept for crashing of ice<br />
Into five-gallon white plastic buckets!<br />
The icemaker hummed, then <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-dead-rise-again.html">it squealed and it thrummed</a>,<br />
While "Lil Brother" did doggie snout dunk-its.<br />
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<a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2008/10/detailing-commissary-operations.html">Deliveries</a> at six- and at four in betwixt-<br />
At eleven, the Darling grease monster;<br />
Truck trips quite a few to Costco: "Yoo-Hoo!<br />
We need sodas and that doggie food - Chompster."<br />
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Great barrels of grease; <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/trash-v-garbage.html">trash stacked</a> to the trees;<br />
The whole story strains one’s disbelief.<br />
To ask it, to sigh it, to pine for some quiet<br />
Became number one goal for relief.<br />
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One big piece of flotsam– <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/icemaker-finally-removed-by-resident.html">the ancient, loud Scotsman</a>–<br />
Lyin' Lynda's most precious sex toy;<br />
'Til it lost its Freon... and juice wouldn’t stay on...<br />
Her flaccid, deflated life joy.<br />
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The fridges, the freezers, all <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/01/photos-of-bitches-and-hens-next-door.html">six canine sneezers</a>,<br />
Shared space with the vast fleet of trucks<br />
Cramped onto the lot, where they really ought not;<br />
A false catering front for the schmucks.<br />
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Back to droppings bovine, which are 'specially divine<br />
‘Round that place which is called City Hall,<br />
Where po-lice, and fire, and more thugs for hire<br />
Each has his/her well-padded stall;<br />
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Just fork in the tax! The chiefs start to relax<br />
And the milk lets down inside their udders.<br />
But call and complain, and you’re met with <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/blind-men-and-elephants.html">disdain</a>;<br />
Per-spi-cu-i-ty (*3) brings on them full shudders.<br />
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[21]</div>
Ambrose (*4) did confer (and I- hell, yes!- concur)<br />
His tragically funny description<br />
Of Planning's, Enforcement's, obstructive deportments<br />
And their earned- well-deserved!- malediction.<br />
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To them: What’s the law? Just something to gnaw-<br />
No reason to rush into action;<br />
All that noise nuisance stuff is surely enough<br />
To induce <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2008/10/curiouser-and-curiouser.html">gross adverse stu-pe-fac-tion</a> (*5).<br />
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For twenty-three years the icemaker jeers<br />
And the spoutings of shrill Lyin’ Lynda<br />
Made her protestation of true annexation<br />
The big lie of a <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/09/watchin-grass-grow.html">dried up, old spinsta’</a>.<br />
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The resident _unts pulled some stupid-ass stunts,<br />
Like growing Sierra High © weed,<br />
And parking more toys, and making more noise<br />
Than anyone ever should need.<br />
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Such was the case when brought to the place<br />
Where councils, in all their great wisdom,<br />
Are to <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/forty-minutes-at-manteca-city-council.html">hear out each side</a> and– just maybe?!- decide<br />
To enforce their own city’s provision.<br />
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Mister Oleander spoke goose and spoke gander,<br />
Couldn’t seem to at all get a fix.<br />
Among all the rest, if he is the best,<br />
This parochial town’s run by hicks.<br />
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The Decibel Man kept harping old plan<br />
Replaced by him just the year prior.<br />
He got Rex-O-Saurus to join in his chorus;<br />
They threw city law in the fire.<br />
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Just kicking the can, the verbose Milk Man<br />
Spun great webs of airy, fine words.<br />
Yet still, in the end, his will made a bend;<br />
His vote plopped!… just like great milk cow turds.<br />
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Quite late, some attorney wheezed sounds from his gurney<br />
And roiled the mud up right royal;<br />
His fork’d, serpent tongue first flapped, then it stung.<br />
Our tax money made sure he stayed loyal.<br />
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So on to the Mayor, who tried to use prayer<br />
To usurp his namesake, <em><a href="http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/holy_willie.htm">Holy Willie</a></em> (*6).<br />
His odorous rants (through the seat of his pants)<br />
Made his sucrose orations sound silly.<br />
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Assigning old blame is this council's game-<br />
Not fixing the final solution.<br />
With a <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/forty-minutes-at-manteca-city-council.html">genius motion</a> (a fresh hemlock potion)<br />
They washed their hands– causing pollution.<br />
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What low-down, lily-livered, yellow-bellied hounds!<br />
There wasn’t e’en a woman among them<br />
To stand for the right and remove the blight,<br />
Their supposed modus operandum.<br />
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Ah, yes, ain’t it nice? They give free advice,<br />
Which is sure to be worth every cent.<br />
They smirk, fart, and snort, “Take L/L to court.<br />
Our political mojo’s not spent.”<br />
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With research compiled and first papers filed,<br />
A lawsuit was thus set in motion.<br />
The evil return? An <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/06/santa-claus-radio-room-at-top-of.html">eighteen month burn</a>-<br />
A LOUD increase in backyard commotion!<br />
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[35]</div>
We now meet two charmers, <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-fishy-smelling-stinky.html">paid beagles</a> from Farmers,<br />
Who came on the drear reservation<br />
Espousing a claim of righteous domain-<br />
Held solely in imagination;<br />
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Blind shareholders must put way too much trust<br />
In these goons who give no thought to rules.<br />
If there is a buck these fools can muck,<br />
Then there go our rights, lives, and tools.<br />
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Oh, retaliation! L/L’s new installation<br />
Of <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-white-noise-cover-up.html">radio, speaker and wire</a>,<br />
Was the bitch’s bright notion (her full term abortion)<br />
Of which she seemed never to tire;<br />
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Every morning at <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/03/falling-off-predictability-wagon.html">seven</a>, this musical maven,<br />
Blear-eyed, slithered out to her shop;<br />
Without fail the witch would toggle the switch<br />
And fill each new day with her slop.<br />
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Tell me it warn’t so?! Yes, ma’am, I do trow<br />
That <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/11/neighbors-magic-rock.html">fake rock</a> and her head looked the same;<br />
They both had a mouth that suffered no drought,<br />
And the points on the tops very plain.<br />
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[40]</div>
On <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/trading-easter-gifts-with-neighbors.html">Easter of ’10</a>, this fart-for-brain hen<br />
Turned her radio up, then departed.<br />
The cops came at noon, heard the notes and the croon,<br />
And ticketed the noise that she started.<br />
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[41]</div>
With the city fast sinking in red ink- and stinking [bullshit]-<br />
I stood for a <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-off-and-running.html">council election</a>;<br />
But the voters all said, Pile more on our head,<br />
And they made their olfactory selection.<br />
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<div>
[42]</div>
So, four years of more what went on before.<br />
The people have begun to falter<br />
While Manteca brass gets office-chair ass;<br />
The cows will fit horses to halter.<br />
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[43]</div>
The summer was hot; the music was not;<br />
Played <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/bdg-pict-o-graph-for-manteca.html">constantly</a> to beat the bands.<br />
Yet Joaquin and Alex (*7), dogs Castor and Pollux,<br />
Let the speaker slip right through their hands.<br />
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[44]</div>
With <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-week-at-cctv-movies.html">cameras up high</a> to blanket the sky,<br />
The Dirty Girls spied on their neighbor.<br />
A calendar quarter he suffered disorder<br />
‘Til <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/unbelievably-bitchin-tails-from.html">his own eyes</a> returned their fell favor.<br />
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[45]</div>
That got the old goats- they practically choked!-<br />
Cranked their music up and <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/unbelievably-bitchin-tails-from.html">started toking</a>.<br />
The returning cop said the music must stop<br />
And informed them their rap sheet was smoking. (*8)<br />
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[46]</div>
With impotent flailing, they tried to go sailing<br />
With <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-sheets-to-wind.html">big tarps</a> and some very tall timbers<br />
To block direct view of the shit that they do.<br />
Winter winds blew those masts into splinters!<br />
<br />
<div>
<em>What Lyin' Lynda really means to say:</em></div>
<br />
<div>
[47]</div>
<span style="color: blue;">“Our aim’s to provide some strange weed</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">To the sickly-- (and those in sore need.)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">A big toke or two-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Flush brains down the loo.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">No refunds on claims of bad seed.”</span><br />
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[48]</div>
<span style="color: blue;">“Hey, we got drug business to run;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Kill you all without use of a gun–</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Not body, but spirit-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And don’t you dare queer it!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">(We do that with ourselves, just for fun. ;-) )”</span><br />
<br />
<div>
<em>Getting on with it...</em></div>
<br />
<div>
[49]</div>
Thought they had learned, but their baked weed-brains burned<br />
And their cameras stayed still in place– <br />
Until one went, "Crack!" ("We’re under attack!")<br />
Taken out by a BB gun ace.<br />
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[50]</div>
L/L screeched! Ear-split pishing! Off'cer "Herb" came a-fishing<br />
With camos, guns, <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-foolish-can-april-fools-be.html">search warrants</a>, O' me!<br />
An hour they toss for gold, but get dross,<br />
On the say-so of <a href="http://www.recordnet.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071004/A_NEWS/710040341">Ass-bay-yawwwn-ee</a>.<br />
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[51]</div>
The judge and DA met most of a day<br />
To cipher if they had a clue.<br />
Their final conclusion: gross mental contusion (*9).<br />
So, what’s the infraction? Who knew?<br />
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[52]</div>
On <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/bdg-easter-death-resurrection-and-new.html">Easter ’11</a>, the twits rooossse up to heaven<br />
(At least, they’re not found on the earth!);<br />
No more cackling voices; Mom Gaia rejoices,<br />
But naught can repair their scorched turf.<br />
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[53]</div>
A nephew called <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sierra-high-c-marijuana-growing-company.html">Bubba</a>, and his hot hubba-hubba (*10),<br />
Moved into the departed’s place.<br />
Much traffic is showing the MJ’s still growing-<br />
L/L's business still running apace.<br />
<br />
<div>
[54]</div>
Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock! The BDG’s clock<br />
Musta’ rung, ‘cause <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-but-not-far-enough-obviously.html">they came back (!)</a> on time<br />
To stay HIGH... on top of their herbal cash crop,<br />
Which the dopers all claim’s not a crime.<br />
<br />
<div>
[55]</div>
They came back, the old haunts, looking gray, looking gaunt,<br />
With their hangers-on, tough red-necks all,<br />
For <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-came-early.html">Cork-Screwed’s old trailer</a>, that neighborhood failure,<br />
To set up for the next small town’s fall.<br />
<br />
<div>
[56]</div>
The lawyers all say that, real soon, some day,<br />
This suit must slip out of its traces;<br />
The Beaches <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/bdg-tv-horror-movie-8545-days-of.html">skedaddled</a>, with the queerest death rattle,<br />
To save their <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/motion-for-summary-judgment-on-file-52.html">Medusa-like faces</a>.<br />
<br />
<div>
[57]</div>
Save face! Save face! The plague of the race,<br />
A vile, insipid invention.<br />
Man up to the sneers, the cat-calls, and jeers;<br />
Be glad, at least *negative* attention...<br />
<br />
<div>
[58]</div>
Order established– and all <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-unhappy-manteca-camper.html">five books published</a>-<br />
One illegal land use now ended.<br />
But here we are, stuck, with stinky bad luck-<br />
The "grow hydroponic" well tended.<br />
<br />
<div>
[59]</div>
There is nothing mystical about the logistical<br />
Arrangements to move all that weed-<br />
Simply alternate weeks- swap filled trucks with the freaks<br />
Who sell dope for the BDG's greed.<br />
<br />
<div>
[60]</div>
A simple deception (that's L/L's perception),<br />
Just like the fake property swap.<br />
Real hard to pin down as she drives a new town<br />
Still slinging her hash. (<span style="color: blue;">"Jus' cain't stop!"</span>)<br />
<br />
<div>
[61]</div>
So, what of that <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sierra-high-c-marijuana-growing-company.html">co-op</a>, school mom, school pop,<br />
With an AWOL Manteca narc squad?<br />
The law is an ass when it comes to queer grass.<br />
P’rhaps the <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/08/sierra-high-school-v-marijuana-farm.html">school board</a> will give it the nod?<br />
<br />
<div>
[62]</div>
Thus ends the foul war that I early had swore<br />
Would wage red hot until I prevail;<br />
Some storms, some clouds; at last, the death shrouds<br />
'Cross her <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-take-that-as-no.html">ugly, small life</a>. Back to Hell!<br />
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[63]<br />
The prime use of land and the particular brand<br />
Of the BDG’s pot, I’m remanding.<br />
It’s now between God and the Manteca sods;<br />
They can flip for jurisdictional standing.<br />
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[64]</div>
{God: Gimme a QWATUR.}<br />
{Manteca: F’ you! We stole it fair and square.}<br />
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Footnotes:<br />
<br />
(*1) TLC Catering - what does it mean? The TLC could stand for many things, but the acronyms with perfect applicability are:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<strong><u>T</u>hree <u>L</u>ying __unts.</strong><br />
or<br />
<strong><u>T</u>hievin', <u>L</u>yin', <u>C</u>heatin' __unts.</strong></div>
<br />
See <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-meaning-of-tlc-yes-virginia-there.html">this post</a> for a more full exploration of the subject.<br />
<br />
(*2) Barefoot Dirty Girls (BDG’s): Name obtained from a customer complaint, <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/scraping-bottom.html">recorded by Environmental Health Department</a> catering truck inspectors in the field on 7/19/1999. (It is incredulous to imagine any - or all - of these bitchy broads being called “girls.”)<br />
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">“Both girls are dirty, but one is very dirty–</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">does not wear shoes and feet are black with dirt.”</span></blockquote>
<ul>
<li>ALPHA bitch: Lynda Sue Allen, from Pinole, CA. Appropriately known as Lyin' Lynda; a.k.a. L/L; a.k.a. <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/09/missa-pro-defunctis-requiem-in-limerick.html">Auntie Lyn</a> (self-styled.)</li>
<li>BETA bitch: Theresa Ann "Red" Brassey, a redhead from San Leandro, CA; a.k.a. Rotund Red, Roly-Poly Red, Resectioned Red, and all other appropriate descriptors that start with the letter "R." </li>
<li>GAMMA bitch: Cornelia Jane "Corky" Green, from the "southerly" side of some rock; a.k.a. Guts[y] Green (for her prominent muffin-top); a.k.a. Skin Green (for her compulsion to exhibit her belly-flab.) </li>
</ul>
(*3) Per'-spi-cu'-i-ty (n) Clearness or lucidity, as of a statement. Synonyms: 1. clarity, plainness, intelligibility. 2. transparency. 3. derived from a Latin word meaning “to see through,” i.e., clearness of style or exposition, freedom from obscurity. Antonyms: dimness, opacity.<br />
<br />
(*4) <a href="http://www.online-literature.com/bierce/">Ambrose Bierce</a> (1842-1914.) An American journalist and author; a contemporary of Mark Twain. Here is his <em>Devil's Dictionary</em> entry for <a href="http://www.americanliterature.com/Bierce/TheDevilsDictionary/4.html">Commonwealth</a>, in describing a government entity:<br />
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">COMMONWEALTH, n. An administrative entity operated by an incalculable multitude of political parasites.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">This commonwealth's capitol's corridors view,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">So thronged with a hungry and indolent crew</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of clerks, pages, porters and all attachés</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Whom rascals appoint and the populace pays</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">That a cat cannot slip through the thicket of shins</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nor hear its own shriek for the noise of their chins.</span></blockquote>
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">On clerks and on pages, and porters, and all,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Misfortune attend and disaster befall!</span></blockquote>
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">May life be to them a succession of hurts;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">May fleas by the bushel inhabit their shirts;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">May aches and disease encamp in their bones,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Their lungs full of tubercles, bladders of stones;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">May microbes, bacilli, their tissues infest,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And tapeworms securely their bowels digest;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">May corn-cobs be snared without hope in their hair,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">And <span style="color: #990000;">frequent impalement</span> their pleasure impair.</span></blockquote>
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">Disturbed be their dreams by the awful discourse</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Of audible sofas sepulchrally hoarse,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">By chairs acrobatic and wavering floors-</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The mattress that kicks and the pillow that snores!</span></blockquote>
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">Sons of cupidity, cradled in sin!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Your criminal ranks may the death angel thin,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Avenging a friend whom I couldn't work in.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">..........................K.Q.</span></blockquote>
(*5) Stu'-pe-fac'-tion (n) 1. the state of being stupefied; stupor. 2. overwhelming amazement or astonishment.<br />
<br />
(*6) <a href="http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/holy_willie.htm">Holy Willie's Prayer</a>, by Robert Burns<br />
<br />
<div>
<blockquote>
<div>
[sixth stanza]</div>
<em><span style="color: blue;">O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">When drinkers drink, an' swearers swear,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">An' singing here, an' dancin there, </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">Wi' great and sma'; </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">For I am keepit by Thy fear </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: blue;">Free frae them a'.</span></em></blockquote>
<br />
(*7) Foreign language speaking handymen; also doubled as radio-playing yard guards during the BDG's absences.</div>
<br />
(*8) <em>Black Beetles in Amber (<a href="http://www.online-literature.com/bierce/black-beetles-in-amber/49/">A Celebrated Case</a>)</em>, by Ambrose Bierce.<br />
<blockquote>
<span style="color: blue;">...</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The Judge on the bench he looked awfully stern;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The District Attorney began to attorn;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">The witnesses lied and the lawyers--O my!--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sing too-ral, i-oo-ral, i-oo-ral, i-yi.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: blue;">The chap that defended her said: "It's our claim</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">That he loved us no longer and told us the same.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">What else than we did could we decently do?--</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sing too-ral, i-oo-ral, i-oo-ral, i-oo."</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">...</span></blockquote>
(*9) Con-tu'-sion (n) Injury (to tissue), usu. without laceration; bruise. <br />
<br />
(*10) Purely literary license as to the "hot" part.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-14787238653380724852011-08-01T12:18:00.000-07:002011-08-01T12:18:28.378-07:00The True Meaning of T.L.C. (Yes, Virginia, There Is A Grinch.)<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">T-Boz, Left Eye, and Chilli (TLC)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I hate to think of the last four years, wracking my brain, trying to think of the true meaning of TLC! All that wasted time! All that being Mr. Nice Guy, giving the benefit of the doubt to the three poor, miserable wretches ekeing out a living selling chips and sodas <em>{and something weird wrapped in tortillas.}</em> All that vain worry about the Barefoot Dirty Girls chilling their foodstuffs with ice flecked with doggie saliva, and upside down ice buckets used as step stools in the dirt. <br />
<div></div><br />
Wherever did those hillbillies from the Contra Costa come up with this acronym?<br />
<br />
<ul><li>Did it mean (as most people think) Tender Loving Care? Perish the thought! That is completely contradicted by the personalities, mannerisms and lives of the BDG's. It is not cosmically possible.</li>
<span style="color: white;">.</span>
<li>Maybe they named it after "<strong>T</strong>-Boz" (Tionne Watkins), "<strong>L</strong>eft Eye" (Lisa Lopes), and "<strong>C</strong>hilli" (Rozonda Thomas), the BDG's alter egos in a girl band called <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TLC">TLC</a>. Strong possibility here but, with such an horrible accident of naming, those girls do not deserve to be painted with the BDG's broad acid brush. The BDG's possessed absolutely NO musical abilities whatsoever and, besides, they fancied themselves more like <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/11/faded-youth.html">these three</a>:<br />
<br />
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</ul><ul><span style="color: white;">.</span>
<li>Did it stand for (Rotund Red) <strike>Teresa</strike> <strike>Teressa</strike> <strong>T</strong>heresa Brassey, (Lyin') <strong>L</strong>ynda Allen and (Guts[y]) <strong>C</strong>orky Green? No, not if the name was chosen before T & L moved to Manteca, because flabby Guts[y] joined the <em>ménage à trois</em> later. Good try, though.</li>
<span style="color: white;">.</span>
<li>Could its intuitive etymology confirm Three Lying <strike>_unts</strike>... uhn, Three Lying Culinaries? Getting warmer!</li>
<span style="color: white;">.</span>
<li>How about Three Little <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-we-but-kissing-pig.html">Pigs</a>? (Aw, come on!) Colder.</li>
</ul>Ok, Ok... <br />
<ul><li><strong>"L"</strong> is easy, it's a given - the embodiment and immortalization of <strong>L</strong>/<strong>L</strong>, or <strong>L</strong>yin' <strong>L</strong>ynda.</li>
<span style="color: white;">.</span>
<li><strong>"C"</strong> has a narrow array of possibilities, primarily <strike>Cxxt</strike>, Culinary, and Cod Liver Oil; or, in light of patterns being repeated recently with <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifes-certainties-taxes-karma-and-death.html">non-payment of taxes</a>, the winner is <strong>C</strong>heat. Now, something for:</li>
<span style="color: white;">.</span>
<li><strong>"T"</strong>... Taxes? <em>{No, too repetitious}</em> Three? <em>{No, too mundane for such goddesses}</em> Hmm... <strong>L</strong>ie, <strong>C</strong>heat,... Steal! Ahhh, ahhh... <strong>T</strong>hieving!</li>
</ul><br />
Three truly perfect descriptors for the Satan spawn downwind!<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">- The true meaning of TLC Catering -</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Thievin', Lyin', Cheatin' <strike>Cxxts</strike> Culinaries</span></strong></div><br />
<br />
The Barefoot Dirty Girls have forever tainted the acronym, TLC. Whoever uses it in the future will suffer under its poisonous stigma. Never will I think of TLC the same way again.<br />
<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-75774129610263099362011-07-28T11:40:00.000-07:002011-07-28T11:40:28.132-07:00Sierra High Pot Co-op Still Thrives!<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">with </span><span style="font-size: small;">Sierra High School buildings in background.</span></td></tr>
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Here is Manteca's definition of a marijuana cultivation cooperative:<br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">“Medical marijuana collective,” “medical marijuana cooperative,” “collective,” or “cooperative” shall mean a location where medical marijuana is cultivated collectively or cooperatively by <span style="color: #990000;">more than one</span> qualified patient, person with an identification card or primary caregiver, as described in California Health and Safety Code Section 11362.775.</span> (<a href="http://qcode.us/codes/manteca/view.php?topic=8-8_35&showAll=1&frames=off">Chapter 8.35 CULTIVATION AND POSSESSION OF MEDICAL MARIJUANA</a>)</blockquote>Given the ineptitudes of Manteca law enforcement, the backsliding perversities of San Joaquin prosecutors, and county and state judges who greedily insist on rewriting law from the bench, even the "more than one" phrase has been adulterated to encompass all residents within one property. But even the debased definition of "more than one" user has limits; it does not allow for users from other properties (non-residents) to share in the cultivation on a property not their residence, unless such a "sharing" arrangement is registered as a cooperative or collective.<br />
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<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">8.35.030 Cultivation restrictions.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">F. Requirements for Collectives or Cooperatives. A cooperative or collective must file articles of incorporation with the state and conduct its business for the mutual benefit of its members. No business may call itself a cooperative or collective unless it is properly organized and registered as such a corporation under the Corporations or Food and Agriculture Code of California. Cooperatives or collectives must follow strict rules on organization, articles, elections, and distribution of earnings, and must report individual transactions from individual members each year. Cooperative or collective corporations are democratically controlled and are not organized to make a profit for themselves, as such, or for their members, as such, but primarily for their members as patrons. They must be nonprofit operations. The cooperative or collective must not purchase marijuana from, or sell to, nonmembers; instead, it must only provide a means for facilitating or coordinating cultivation projects, including the allocation of costs between members.</span></blockquote>Observations of such obvious contempt for and breaking of law by Lyin' Lynda Sue Allen, Theresa Ann Brassey, and Cornelia Jane Green are commonplace. It has gone on for years, decades, documented in this blog, while Manteca officials sit by, eyes closed, gently rocking and humming in their corners. The three scofflaws named above vacated the property at 810 Fishback Street on Saturday, April 23, 2011, and turned the pot farming operation over to a relative. Yet they still return regularly (<a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-but-not-far-enough-obviously.html">June 27</a> and July 27, pictured above) to collect their collective crop. Other arrangements have also been made for delivery service.<br />
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"Ah, ha!" you say, "Why are you telling this stuff to the Barefoot Dirty Girls? Won't they just turn around and register their co-op and make everything all legal-like on paper? After all, aren't they successful businesswomen who [illegally] ran an catering truck enterprise for decades from that very same property?"<br />
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All good questions. Here is the answer: It is prohibited for medical marijuana users, under both California state law and Manteca city code, to operate such a cooperative within 1,000 feet of a residential district or school - or, in this case, on an R-1 property and zero feet from Sierra High School. Yet, here are the BDG's doing it anyway - this is yet another example of "who they are."<br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">MMC 8.35.030 Cultivation restrictions.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">G. Collective or Cooperative Cultivation. For the collective or cooperative cultivation of marijuana, such cultivation shall be prohibited within any <span style="color: #990000;">residential districts</span> as defined by the Manteca Municipal Code or within one thousand feet of any <span style="color: #990000;">residential district</span>, <span style="color: #990000;">school</span>, recreation center, or youth center.</span></blockquote><br />
In October of last year, I posted this prediction: <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-new-illegal-business.html">The Beginning of a New Illegal Business Operation?</a> Well, here it is City of Manteca and Manteca Unified School District! A new, illegal drug business, in a residential district, right next to Sierra High School, right under your insentient* noses! I'm sure Manteca's police department will come up with one or another of their well-polished excuses for their incompetence [bad], official ignorance [worse], or active abetting [worst] of these prohibited activities. It would be nice if they spoke up and didn't mumble so.<br />
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(What is that dried green stuff... oregano?... in the pizza sauce?)<br />
(I dunno... Duh! Let's ask Off'cer "H__b". He's gotta know his weed, if not the law.)<br />
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* in·sen·ti·ent (adj) Devoid of sensation or consciousness; incapable of feeling or understanding things; inanimate.<br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-29596200545419921742011-07-27T11:47:00.000-07:002011-07-27T14:52:49.775-07:00The New Manteca Cow-Tipping<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pic from <a href="http://michaelbluejay.com/burningman/">Michael Bluejay's web page</a> on Burning Man porta-potty etiquette</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Two-Holey Latrines, Batman! Those Pop Warner parents and kids must eat some really weird shit! (Sorry... it's shit when it comes out their asses, not when it goes in their pie-holes.) I wonder if any of them actually got their feces *inside* the holding tank because the new A&A Shit Shack smells like an open pit latrine instead of a porta-potty. The stench is overpowering. I imagine the inside looking like this:<br />
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After the Manteca Unified School District meeting last night, I was told that the problem was resolved and the Crap Shack was moved. I looked the gent in the eye and told him the offending outhouse was still in place and stenching up the whole neighborhood - that is, they moved the wrong one! (If one was moved at all...)<br />
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Yup, the new one on Fishback is still *undeniably* in place on my driveway and a drive down the Wawona Street block this morning showed those three plastic turd buckets still in place. Somebody at MUSD or at A&A Shit Shacks has his/her head up his/her ass. (They must love the smell, or they're writing reflective haikus for decorating Burning Man porta-potties.)<br />
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The man had - shall we say, crappy? - intelligence from the field. It's a good thing a map was drawn for him for his use in a redux.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Burning Man Tips: </span></strong><a href="http://michaelbluejay.com/burningman/"><strong>Help for the Porta-Potty Shy</strong></a><br />
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Afternoon update:<br />
The outhouse has been moved, but still upwind. Thirteen sections of fence, about 8 feet each, the shit can is now about 100 feet away.<br />
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</div><span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-6351816273140656372011-07-26T11:49:00.000-07:002011-07-26T11:49:22.456-07:00Life Lessons, Ambrose Bierce Style<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cover of edition by <a href="http://www.darkmoonpress.com/The%20Devils%20Dictionary%20front.jpg">Dark Moon Prees</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Last year I used the definition of <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/06/tlc-caterings-longtime-political.html">Politics</a> supplied by <a href="http://www.online-literature.com/bierce/">Amrose Bierce</a> in his classic work, <a href="http://www.alcyone.com/max/lit/devils/">The Devil's Dictionary</a>. (And in a fabulous introspect, A.B. vindicates his own contribution, ie., <em><span style="color: blue;">DICTIONARY, n. A malevolent literary device for cramping the growth of a language and making it hard and inelastic. This dictionary, however is a most useful work.</span></em>) It is time again to turn to Mr. Bierce and his elastic dictionary, rather than Mr. Webster's tablets of stone, to interpret the events of the past few years, chronicled in the foregoing 300+ blog posts.<br />
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<div></div><blockquote><span style="color: blue;">PAST, n. <i>That part of Eternity with some small fraction of which we have a slight and regrettable acquaintance. A moving line called The Present parts it from an imaginary period known as the future. These two grand division of Eternity, of which the one is continually effacing the other, are entirely unlike. The one is dark with sorrow and disappointment, the other bright with prosperity and joy.</i></span></blockquote>_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ <br />
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Note: In direct contrast to a blasted four-year PAST, there is a bright FUTURE ahead...<br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">Future, n. <em>That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured</em></span> [and our quiet undisturbed].</blockquote>... at least, undying hope for that FUTURE.<br />
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Yes, indeed, "sorrow and disappointment" were the scanty gleanings of the PAST, scratched from the tainted rocks of 810 Fishback Street and the barren fields of 1001 W Center Street in Manteca, California. Those street addresses are/were, respectively, the gravel business yard of scofflaw neighbors and the even more detestible makers, but non-upholders, of local ordinances at City Hall.</div><br />
<div>Ah, a neighbor! A most interesting, complex, ephemeral, amorphous, necessary, inescapable concept. Our featured lexicographer elaborates thusly:</div><blockquote><span style="color: blue;">NEIGHBOR, n. <em>One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all she knows how to make us disobedient.</em></span></blockquote>In the present case, all the neighbor problems stem from Lyin' Lynda's lies and deceptions. Of course, she and they will deny that and cop to no more than a fib.<br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">Fib, n. <em>A lie that has not cut its teeth. An habitual liar's nearest approach to truth.</em></span></blockquote>Yes, everyone who intersects our existence is our neighbor, but it should be obvious that a contemporaneous, yet unmet and unknown, inhabitant on the far side of the globe receives far less of our expenditures of emotion, time, thought, or money than one who lives just opposite a surveyed property line. <br />
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<div><ul><li>Great Neighbors - those with whom you seek to associate; followers of the Mosaic Ten Commandments, the two Great Laws of Christ's Gospel, and the twelve points of the Boy Scout Law; friends, confidants, family by choice rather than birth, and so forth.</li>
<li>Good Neighbors - those who demonstrate restraint and accomodation, and otherwise mind their own business, not making their business yours, nor yours theirs.</li>
<li>Bad Neighbors - those who lack maturity or judgment; whose thoughtless actions and gossipy intrusions, though disturbing on occasion, are generally without malice.</li>
<li>Neighbors From Hell - those for whom the word "Hell" was invented in the first place to describe their effect on anyone who intersects their individual-sized worlds.</li>
</ul></div>While the Devil's Dictionary does not have an entry for HELL, it does have entries for HEAVEN and HADES, so we can figure out what those places are, leaving all other exigencies as a working picture of HELL.<br />
<div><blockquote><span style="color: blue;">HEAVEN, n. <em>A place where the wicked cease from troubling you with talk of their personal affairs, and the good listen with attention while you expound your own.</em></span></blockquote></div><div><blockquote><span style="color: blue;">HADES, n. <em>The lower world; the residence of departed spirits; the place where the dead live.</em></span></blockquote><span style="color: blue;"></span><br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>Among the ancients the idea of Hades was not synonymous with our Hell, many of the most respectable men of antiquity residing there in a very comfortable kind of way. Indeed, the Elysian Fields themselves were a part of Hades, though they have since been removed to Paris.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>When the Jacobean version of the New Testament was in process of evolution the pious and learned men engaged in the work insisted by a majority vote on translating the Greek word "Aides" as "Hell"; but a conscientious minority member secretly possessed himself of the record and struck out the objectional word wherever he could find it. At the next meeting, the Bishop of Salisbury, looking over the work, suddenly sprang to his feet and said with considerable excitement: "Gentlemen, somebody has been razing 'Hell' here!"</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>Years afterward the good prelate's death was made sweet by the reflection that he had been the means (under Providence) of making an important, serviceable and immortal addition to the phraseology of the English tongue.</em></span></blockquote>Having reviewed the attributes of various sorts of neighbors and their abilities to "raze Hell," we now turn our attention to the municipal corporation (such as the City of Manteca) charged with enforcing the laws which support the lofty goals of securing our persons, properties and rights, and enabling our pursuits of happiness. The devilishly exquisite entry for such a governmental entity is:<br />
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<blockquote><div><span style="color: blue;">COMMONWEALTH, n. <em>An administrative entity operated by an incalculable multitude of political parasites, logically active but fortuitously efficient.</em></span></div><blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>This commonwealth's capitol's corridors view,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>So thronged with a hungry and indolent crew</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Of clerks, pages, porters and all attaches</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Whom rascals appoint and the populace pays</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>That a cat cannot slip through the thicket of shins</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Nor hear its own shriek for the noise of their chins.</em></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>On clerks and on pages, and porters, and all,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Misfortune attend and disaster befall!</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>May life be to them a succession of hurts;</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>May fleas by the bushel inhabit their shirts;</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>May aches and disease encamp in their bones,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Their lungs full of tubercles, bladders of stones;</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>May microbes, bacilli, their tissues infest,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>And tapeworms securely their bowels digest;</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>May corn-cobs be snared without hope in their hair,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>And frequent impalement their pleasure impair.</em></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>Disturbed be their dreams by the awful discourse</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Of audible sofas sepulchrally hoarse,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>By chairs acrobatic and wavering floors-</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>The mattress that kicks and the pillow that snores!</em></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>Sons of cupidity, cradled in sin!</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Your criminal ranks may the death angel thin,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Avenging a friend whom I couldn't work in.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em><span style="color: white;">..........................</span>K.Q.</em></span></blockquote></blockquote></div><br />
The references to sleep disturbing "audible sofas", "acrobatics", "kicks", and "snores" could just as well be stand-ins for a 24/7 cycling commercial icemaker; hours of manually scooped ice crashing into plastic buckets; rusty, squeaky wheelbarrows of those ice-filled buckets; slamming freezers, garbage bins, doors; and shouts of, "Where ya' at?!", all of which - and more! - were part and parcel of the open illegality known as TLC Catering operating during midnight hours on property not zoned for it.<br />
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Of course, the poetic intimations of psychedelic hallucinations may refer to the vast amounts of marijuana consumed by these hellish business owners. Which also explains their absolute absence of thought regarding anyone else in the world trying to sleep during their early morning bumbulations.<br />
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Living next to these hellions in this <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-candidates-night.html">backwater cow town</a> brought a few life lessons home.<br />
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#1 - Shoot first, ask questions later. (Hey, easy there, trigger-happy MPD! Just kidding...)<br />
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#1 - <span style="color: blue;"><em>Noise, n. A stench in the ear. Undomesticated music. The chief product and authenticating sign of civilization. </em></span>(Closer, but still not quite the life lessons referred to.)<br />
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Alright, already! Please, have:<br />
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#1 - <span style="color: blue;"><em>Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as virtue.</em></span><br />
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#2 - <span style="color: blue;"><em>Experience, n. The wisdom that enables us to recognize as an undesirable old acquaintance the folly that we have already embraced.</em></span><br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>To one who, journeying through night and fog,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Is mired neck-deep in an unwholesome bog,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Experience, like the rising of dawn,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Reveals the path that he should not have gone.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em><span style="color: white;">..................</span>Joel Frad Bink</em></span></blockquote><br />
<div></div>#3 - <span style="color: blue;"><em>Existence, n.</em></span><br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>A transient, horrible, fantastic dream,</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Wherein is nothing, yet all things do seem:</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>From which we're wakened by a friendly nudge</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: "O fudge!"</em></span></blockquote><br />
<div></div>#4 - <a href="http://www.online-literature.com/dickens/olivertwist/52/">The law is a[n] ass</a>. (Charles Dickens, <em>Oliver Twist</em>, Chapter 51)<br />
<div></div><blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>Lawyer, n. One skilled in circumvention of the law.</em></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>Justice, n. A commodity which, in a more or less adulterated condition, the State sells to the citizen as a reward for his allegiance, taxes and personal service.</em></span></blockquote>_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _<br />
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My sincerest wish for the Barefoot Dirty Girls, <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/06/question-of-color.html">Yellow, Red and Green</a>, is that they hastily and forever enter into:<br />
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<blockquote><span style="color: blue;"><em>Oblivion, n. The state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground. Cold storage for high hopes. A place where ambitious authors meet their works without pride and their betters without envy. A dormitory without an alarm clock.</em></span></blockquote><br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-75249234579171724642011-07-22T17:20:00.000-07:002011-07-27T11:47:18.543-07:00Political Shit<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Uh... Uhh... I gotta go Number 1 !</span></strong></td></tr>
</tbody></table>This morning, an A&A Crap Shacks truck was blocking my driveway (using it as a loading/unloading zone) while delivering the newest addition to the sights and smells of Manteca. The driver only shrugged and claimed to be a simple delivery man, simply following orders, when I asked if it could be installed away from my driveway.<br />
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Whose orders? Manteca Unified School District? or their renters, Pop Warner Football and Cheer (Manteca Chargers)?<br />
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Who woulda thought taking a dump was such a political matter?<br />
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For many years, Pop Warner Football and Cheer has been renting the practice field at Sierra High. For all those years, the rental contracts must not have allowed use of school bathrooms. (Oh my, oh my, I've got a bladder disability! I demand the right to pee!) Suddenly, last year the whiners got MUSD to install Port-A-Potties at every school gate on the Wawona Street practice fields. Now every recreational walker who circles the block gets three foul snootfuls each time they walk that leg.<br />
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This year - in fact, this very morning - the locust plague browbeat MUSD into putting a shit can at one of the two Fishback gates. <br />
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Wouldn't you know it? The gate right next to my driveway! This is the straw that broke this camel's back!<br />
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For four seasons I have put up with the block party hordes blocking my driveway, both to drop off and pick precious Johnny or sweet little Susie. Those who stay the entire 3-4 hours every weeknight for six months bust out the beach chairs and coolers and swill away. Instead of setting the example for Johnny and Susie by going potty before they leave home (somewhere right here in Manteca, no doubt), they bitch and moan about not having a pot to pee in while "helicoptering" around their cute little athletic star.<br />
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So here it is, in a view from my porch.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Ah... Uhh... now I gotta go Number 2 !</span></strong></td></tr>
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This A&A Crap Shack happens to be directly in the path of the prevailing NW winds (which any pilot, cyclist, or homeless person knows about, but not school facilities people?), so my house, which uses actual windows and doors for ventilation, will now be laden, day and night, with airborne molecules of potty chemicals and ripening human waste.<br />
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(As a matter of note, in the background of pic Number 1 is the Daniel Teicheira Memorial Stadium at Sierra High School, home of the Timberwolves.)<br />
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Nancy Teicheira happens to have been reelected as a school board trustee in 2010, and it is she who received my first telephone call regarding this obscenity. After consulting with the the MUSD Superintendent, Jason Messer, there were promises to move the shit can and to review the possibilty of relocating the gate away from my driveway. The callbacks next week will be encouraging, I hope. (After all, it was MUSD that got Manteca's police off their asses when my other neighbors were growing marijuana openly next to Sierra High.)<br />
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Precedent for not using this gate, with its attendant congestion and plastic outhouses, comes from MUSD actions on the southern side of the Fishback/Mason property two doors southward. That gate, which did not even generate the same level of traffic congestion, was welded shut a couple years ago. I wonder what level of complaint was made to have that effect?<br />
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Pop Warner Footballers - mentioned in my <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-property.html">very first post</a> and <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2009/07/chasing-tails-in-tight-little-paranoid.html">again</a> a little later.<br />
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- more later -<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-48986008677137349632011-06-27T15:35:00.000-07:002011-06-27T15:35:44.727-07:00Gone... But Not Far Enough, Obviously<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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The new "familia" gathering place is mighty impressive. The "po' lil ol' me" masquerade, so effectively abused for so many years by Lyin' Lynda, was stripped away last summer with the whole <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-we-but-kissing-pig.html">house makeover</a> thing. (There's no way in hell that project was funded by a dying catering business, with three old bitches and only one broken down MFPU.)<br />
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The familia to the rescue! This last Easter, Bubba, Jr. Raider, was substituted in for the Senior Raiderettes, and right away the fly-away tent gazebo favored by the cheap BDG's was upgraded to a more substantial outdoor structure; the rickety picnic table favored by the smoking, hacking, coughing, cancerous, card-playing BDG's gave way to some stylish outdoor furniture, including a brazier; the sign proclaiming the existence of an outdoor "man cave" (on the outside of the fence protecting the marijuana sheds) is mere cover to the true purpose within.<br />
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Lyin' Lynda will not - cannot - stay away. When she traded properties with relatives, the only explicit instruction was to protect the marijuana cash crop production facilities. No matter how many familia members come to visit, everything is still a drug front. Indeed, the more "customers" who visit the place bolster the case for this being an illegal weed cooperative.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yep, that's Lyin' Lynda's Big-Ass, Black<br />
Pickup Truck ... spotted again this morning!</td></tr>
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-26359043504356315332011-06-10T17:23:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:46:04.205-07:00Hell On Wheels: A BDG Smoke-Off?<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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I know the poster says "Cook Off," but if you see the truck below on the streets of Lodi next weekend, you could score some "Really Good Shit." Hmmm... homegrown, hand processed, right here in Lard-Town (Manteca). Be sure to ask for their premium Sierra High (c) weed.<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-64605887909924171372011-06-08T12:04:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:46:04.208-07:00Costco v. Bass Pro<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Costco and LOREX - Proud suppliers of <strike>replacement</strike> surveillance cameras</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perfect for the whole family of paranoid marijuana growers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">illegally operating as a cooperative at 810 Fishback Street, Manteca,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in a residential neighborhood</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and, more importantly, just over the fence from Sierra High School -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a screw-up fully known and protected by the Manteca Police Department,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">who haven't a clue about the <a href="http://www.leginfo.ca.gov/cgi-bin/displaycode?section=hsc&group=11001-12000&file=11362.7-11362.83">state</a> and <a href="http://qcode.us/codes/manteca/view.php?topic=8-8_35&showAll=1&frames=off">local</a> laws on weed cooperatives,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">whose investigation skills are ??? (they look great on paper, anyway!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and where there is no departmental inclination to require the</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">removal of the illegal grow, run by and for the benefit of <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sierra-high-c-marijuana-growing-company.html">non-residents</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(<em>Probably don't want to lose their <strike>official</strike> own personal supplier.</em>)</div><br />
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Don't worry, parents of teenagers, your elected school board, the school administrators, and an MPD School Resource Officer will keep your children safe.<br />
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Disclaimer:<br />
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No consideration or emoluments* of any sort were provided to the writer by the above-named companies, municipal agencies, or illegal pot growers.<br />
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* [from Latin <i>ēmolumentum</i> benefit; originally, fee paid to a miller, from <i>ēmolere</i>, from <i>molere</i> to grind]<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-90197851585279649032011-05-23T16:08:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:46:04.212-07:00Sierra High (c) Marijuana Growing Company<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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Saturday was a busy day at the fortified compound and marijuana growing operation at 810 Fishback Street in Manteca.<br />
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After the Barefoot Dirty Girls vacated the premises last Easter, the place has finally achieved the level of quiet it should have had for the last four years - actually, the last twenty-three years.<br />
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However, the announced visit of the CEO of the Sierra High (c) Marijuana Growing Company, Lyin' Lynda Allen, and her entourage of Cork-Screwed lovers caused so great anticipation that on Friday the sentinel sharecropper, Bubba Lite, busted out the yard tools and trimmed and mowed and blew. He also cleaned up the construction mess from the constant building taking place inside the house, the Smokehouse, and the marijuana sheds. (He usually starts with the saw about 7:00-8:00 p.m. and hammering continues well into the night.)<br />
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Saturday's family reunion & pot harvest celebration was a monumental affair. Cars and trucks and people overran the property all afternoon like a plague of locusts, coming and going, and hootin' and hollerin', interspersed with periods of fortifyin' smoking. Because they were celebrating, third world style, the payday of their psychoactive cash crop, the only thing missing was the <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/dispute-between-neighbors-leads-to.html">shooting of guns</a> into the air. (Hey, blockhead, watch where you're aiming that thing!)<br />
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Lyin' Lynda arrived in Resectioned Red's black SUV and held court <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/division-and-rationale-of-dj-duties.html">as only she can</a>, hollering and ordering everyone around, telling lies, emitting that high, cackling death rattle that passes for her laugh.<br />
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Cork-Screwed brought her own process server evasion car. She strode around the barren compound as if she owned the place. Her part, no doubt, was to oversee the production operations: weed growing, harvesting, and processing standards, young Bubba's employee performance standards (free rent, no work, except growing and protecting our weed, and watching our big screen TV), and to enforce the strict standards for collection and disposal of dog shit.<br />
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It was a fine day for the pickup truck rally events, and it was capped off with a magic show worthy of a Las Vegas illusionist. At 5:46 p.m., Cork-Screwed's <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/05/camels-noses-and-travel-trailer-flim.html">peripatetic</a> Wilderness Advantage travel trailer disappeared! In its place appeared a trailered pair of personal watercraft (which have before been seen on the propertry. Free rent at Auntie Lyn's!) Wherever the travel trailer went, it will probably fit snugly behind Allen's and Brassey's single-wide - effectively making it a double-wide - thus allowing Green finally (!) to sleep in a bed by herself. (Yeah, poor sod, it's been a whole month since the Exodus... a long time to be cooped up with those other two.)<br />
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The HUGE open issue in this BDG property swap charade is: Under both state and city law, marijuana grown on private property is for resident(s) use only, and only under physician recommendation. When it is grown for or given to non-residents, the operation is deemed a cooperative - and cooperatives are illegal within one thousand feet of a school. In this case, the BDG's cooperative adjoins Sierra High School. (See <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-new-illegal-business.html">here</a> for last year's prediction.)<br />
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<strong>Knock! Knock! MPD, where are you?</strong><br />
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As I understand it, MPD and San Joaquin County DA's office don't give a shit about dope and dopers. So far, since 1996, they have failed to put in place any procedures to track registrants, caregivers, so-called legal cooperatives, and those illegal things called cannibis clubs.<br />
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Must we <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/09/sierra-high-school-scores-touchback-on.html">again notify</a> Manteca Unified School District of an illegal drug house operating on their border, contrary to Education Code and other sections of Health and Safety Code?<br />
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Perhaps the DEA might like to hear about this breaking of federal drug law - AND - California's own <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/wtf-kind-of-marijuana-caregivers-are.html">skanky drug legalization law</a>, the Com<em>paaaasion</em>ate Use Act?<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-89193499532332590222011-04-26T10:05:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:46:04.214-07:00BDG Easter: Death, Resurrection, and a New High<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">The Barefoot Dirty Girls are stripped to their essence...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Marijuana</span></strong></td></tr>
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<u>SLOW DEATH</u><br />
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Moving truck - January 17th <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/unbelievably-bitchin-tails-from.html">post</a><br />
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Pickups and trailers used - January 24th <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/packrat-purging-diarrhea-of-trash.html">post</a><br />
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History of dismantling since July 2010 - March 30th <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/continually-disgorging-cornucopia-of.html">post</a><br />
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Packing clothes into the Sebring - April 6th <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/bdg-tv-horror-movie-8545-days-of.html">post</a><br />
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Last week's convoys (yes, plural) <br />
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Even the day before Easter was used, as the original marijuana tent was moved to the southeast corner of the property. But, as you can see, the property is still encumbered with "left-overs."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(1) Travel trailer, (2) Catering truck, (3) Vending truck,<br />
(4) Shipping container, (5) Marijuana tent,<br />
(6) Walk-in freezer, (7) Shanty shed</td></tr>
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<u>ONE DAY OF PEACE</u> - Easter Sunday<br />
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<u>WEEDS SPRING ETERNAL</u><br />
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Items of note in the pictures above are these:<br />
<ul><li>The new cinder block retaining wall stretching the length of the southern property line (two weeks before Easter.)</li>
<li>The removal of the old satellite dish and yard light, and new replacement yard light (the week before Easter.)</li>
<li>The fence around the marijuana sheds painted white on Good Friday (whitewashing the sepulchre.)</li>
<li>The still operational surveillance cameras (one is just below the new yard light.)</li>
</ul>Other items of note, not pictured:<br />
<ul><li>Two black yard dogs still on property</li>
<li>Daily visitors to feed the dogs, check the marijuana plants, and make the place look occupied.</li>
<li>Temporary residents hauled in bags of stuff and a sleeping pad just after midnight Monday morning.</li>
</ul>My analysis of the situation goes like this:<br />
<ul><li>The BDG's did way <u>too much cleanup</u>, and even improvements, for this to be preparation for a mortgage default.</li>
<li>The BDG's did way <u>too little cleanup</u> for this to be preparation for a property short sale. All the "left-over" equipment, noted above, indicates that.</li>
<li>The BDG's housesitter/handyman was part of the moving and painting crew and now serves as transition staff to a long term marijuana "sharecropper."</li>
<li>The catering business was merely a distribution "front."</li>
<li>There is no evidence the BDG's are relinquishing ownership or control of the property and their new, state-of-the-art pot farm. This was merely a strategic withdrawal, upon which to make more evasive claims.</li>
</ul>The BDG's actions, and rationally deduced intentions, <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-new-illegal-business.html">predict another illegal business</a> on the property, as I theorized in October of last year. Their evasive actions and their long, documented history of manipulation and deceit with the catering truck business - especially their last few years with only one truck - supports and sharpens that prediction.<br />
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Building and rebuilding continues apace, with another of Lyin' Lynda's "<a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/sing-along-lyndas-boxes-in-manteca-all.html">little boxes</a>" being replaced. Back on April 4, there appeared another <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-not-miss-them-when-they-go.html">old woman</a> on the property, "who greeted Lyin' Auntie Lyn with a hug and Roly-Poly Red with a handshake;" Cork-Screwed got a mere nod. This other woman walks very much like Lyin' Lynda (rounded shoulders, stooped back, arms swinging in gorilla-like fashion), but her hair was thicker and darker (unlike L/L's wispy, dish-rag gray mop.) She appeared again on Monday to supervise <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/bdgs-latest-family-business-expansion.html">Bubba or Bubba Lite</a> (can't tell because they both wear <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Shit%20britches">prison britches</a>) and a young woman in taking down the skeleton of the old tent gazebo and trying to set posts for a new, beefier gazebo.<br />
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Lyin' Lynda's surveillance cameras - those watching my property instead of hers - are still up, and I'm sure that the new family caretakers are under strict orders to leave them in place.<br />
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We'll see how long it takes before Bubba Lite gets tired of paying for Lyin' Lynda's sins...<br />
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Is this conniving bitch really worth giving up your dignity?<br />
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Is her expanding marijuana business something you really want to get swept up in?<br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2360992513134732197.post-8481895714960490502011-04-22T17:15:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:46:04.217-07:00The Self-Thinning Applets Don't Fall Far From The Tree<span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">The Barefoot Dirty Girls' [Unrelated] Family Tree</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">(<a href="http://anishtheartist.wordpress.com/2008/04/01/the-family-tree/">source</a>)</span></strong></td></tr>
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For millenia, mankind has observed and practiced various techniques on fruit trees. Some trees are self-fruitful; some require pollintors. Some are self-thinning; some must have the immature fruit thinned by hand. "<a href="http://www.morris.umn.edu/pyg/tips/fruits/tip_1013.shtml">Fruit drop</a>" is a term describing self-thinning of apple trees, which must be supplemented by hand-thinning to increase the current crop and protect the tree into the future.<br />
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Between Newton's articulation of physical laws (specifically gravity), and Darwin's postulations of natural laws (individual mutation and selection within species), and Mendel's genetics experiments on plants (dominant and regressive characteristics), at that confluence stand the Barefoot Dirty Girls, those <em>homo sapiens</em> somehow related to them, and a kaleidoscopic posse of redneck loafers, squatters and hangers-on.<br />
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Yesterday one such human genome field experiment, with at least three young buds, was on hand to ferry<br />
<blockquote>Mattresses, bedposts,<br />
Boxes and bags,<br />
And assorted more flotsam<br />
For the familial hags<br />
<em>{sorry... I accidentally slipped into verse again...}</em></blockquote>from the house to the cars and trailers.<br />
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[Note: We have visited <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2010/10/yellow-still-tries-to-blame-it-all-on.html">Lyin' Lynda's and Rotund Red's family tree</a> before, where it shows conclusively that <strong>none</strong> of their DNA has been successfully transmitted.]<br />
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Anyway, one of the unflowered progeny practiced the <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/bdg-waggle-dance.html">Waggle Dance</a> on several occasions, exuberantly jumping about, posing and <strike>dis</strike> playing for the camera. It was a touching, heartwarming scene to witness the transmission of colony culture from the Secondary Queen Bee, Great-Auntie Red, to an impressionable squirt two generations removed. Even more significant is that one of those performances was done with an audience composed of sire and siblings, and under the smiling approbation of Primary Queen Bee, Great-Auntie Lyin' Lynda. (Pray never to see such a <em>smile</em> - "We show you our faces, You're gone without traces..." from <a href="http://way2noisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairy-story-as-grimm-as-any-other.html">this post</a>.)<br />
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Another way of looking at this episode is just as valid; that the Barefoot Dirty Girls, themselves, never matured past prepubesence. Mature adult judgment appears missing in the training, or condoning of misbehavior, of their juvenile charges and their parents.<br />
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Or, the BDG's are manifesting regressive personality characteristics as they rapidly age, bloat, and succumb to psychotropic drug use.<br />
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This topic of disrespectful, anti-social parents training up their children in the ways of disrespectful, anti-social behavior is covered in Chapter 3 of the book, <a href="http://www.neighborsfromhell.com/">Neighbors From Hell</a>, by Bob Borzotta. In that chapter, <strong>Kids - From Bad Parents Come Bad Neighbors</strong>, the author cites examples and discusses the <strike>nurturing</strike> incubation of tomorrow's <strike>cockroaches</strike> adult neighbors from hell.<br />
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Of course, there is nothing new under the sun, and the world has suffered fools continually since the dawn of time. And children, being mimicking little monkeys, if they soak up their <strike>worldview</strike> neighborview from loutish parents, aunties, family, and assorted village idiots, it is no great wonder they turn out twisted or damaged.<br />
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Harry Chapin put it this way in his recording, "<a href="http://www.lyricsdepot.com/harry-chapin/cats-in-the-cradle.html">Cat's in the Cradle</a>:"<br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you dad,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">You know I'm gonna be like you."</span></blockquote>Moses put it a different way when he wrote:<br />
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<blockquote><span style="color: blue;">"The Lord is longsuffering, and of great mercy, forgiving iniquity and transgression, and by no means clearing the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation."</span> Numbers 14:18 </blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">- - - - - - - - - - - - -<br />
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Disney puts it this way...</div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://duckman.pettho.com/tree/american.html">Just ducky...</a><br />
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<span style="color: white;">.</span>noisemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08942988380522790885noreply@blogger.com1