Just How Stupid Is This Woman?

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Tarp "sail" on left - January 26th
Tarp "roof extension" on right - January 31st

The only thing Lyin' Lynda knows how to do perfectly is... how to do everything wrong. Putting up these tarps is a perfect measure of L/L's mental capacities. When she paid all of Resectioned Red's inheritance money to contractors, the results look pretty good. (Of course, it wasn't until after the expenditures that L/L cottoned to the fact she couldn't sell the property.) But the instant she puts her amateurish hand to something like this, what we see is White Trash Architecture at its finest.

Other earlier examples:

Plywood sound barriers?



Randomly spaced picket offsets





Award-winning repurposed fence boards


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• Lyin' Lynda had a noisy and illegal business operation on her property. Was she stupid enough to think I would not pursue her with civil complaints throughout 2008 and a lawsuit in May 2009?
• Lyin' Lynda added to, then replaced, the business noise with yard radio nuisance noise. Was she stupid enough to think I would not pursue her with criminal charges in April 2010 and January 2011?
• Lyin' Lynda pretends she is Sarah Winchester and keeps building more shit without permits. Is she stupid enough to think I will not follow up with administrative complaints?
• Lyin' Lynda cannot read and she cannot count. (After all, she attended Pinole High School... just sayin’…) Why else would she be stupid enough to ignore the law and keep six dogs? Does she not know I will assist her to overcome her deficiencies? And her excesses?
• Lyin' Lynda got an "owie" and took "medical retirement;" now she and her lovers gotta smoke "medical" marijuana just to make it through the long daylight hours. (Don't worry, they got each other to keep warm at night.) Was she stupid enough to think I would not ensure that her home-growing operation met city code, especially since it is right next to a high school? Is she still stupid enough to think I will not watch for illegal actions regarding her new venture?
• Lyin' Lynda has since October 2010 harassed me with unwarranted video surveillance. Was she stupid enough to think I would not return her favors with my own counter-surveillance?

The depths of this depraved soul's double standard are manifest in her blocking my cameras’ views, but leaving her camera’s view unblocked. (Whatcha' got to hide, L/L?)

Does this stupid woman not know I will continue pursuing the objective of improving the world ridding her from my life.

What this stupid woman has never figured out in the four years I’ve been helping her can never figure out is that the fence line is where her intrusions must STOP! (Somehow, she views the fence as her jumping off point…?)

Illegal businesses and noise…
Outside radio…
Dogs, cats, chickens…
Building permit violations…
Marijuana smoke…
Surveillance…

If Lyin’ Lynda’s presence STOPPED at the fence line, we could live in peace.

As long as she continues intruding her presence, we live at war.

Ignorance, laziness, willfulness, and other human conditions can be controlled or improved, with varying degrees of success. But STUPID cannot be fixed – and DRUGGED STUPID is unalterable. As long as this stupid woman continues to contravene law, ignore city codes, harass her neighbors, and intrude her abjectly pathetic life onto others, I will continue to wear the title…

"Lyin' Lynda's... Warden?... Babysitter?... Neighbor From Hell?"

Ah, here's a simple test of the reader's knowledge of human nature: Two parties call each other the Neighbor From Hell. One of the parties vehemently denies the label and clamors unceasingly regarding innocence. The other party reluctantly accepts the label, knowing from the beginning that the badge would be pinned on him, yet must continue the fight despite the fiery darts of the adversary.

"That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?"

(Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1)

That is the "Solomonic" question: Which one is the Neighbor From Hell?

I loosely paraphrase Ford Prefect in The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,

If Lyin' Lynda doesn’t keep exercising her lips, her mouth would probably seize up. After a few months’ consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favor of a new one. If she doesn’t keep on exercising her lips, her brain would start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical.

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NFH Recidivism*

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(Image by Steve Cox)

Oh, yesss!... Mr. Cox has captured the essential, empty natures of the Barefoot Dirty Girls. The likenesses and relationships are nearly perfect. [Note: Requested minor changes before purchase: (1) The Alpha Female here is depicted larger than the others. Could you, perhaps, physically stunt the dirty blonde to 4½ - 5 feet? And more gnome-like?; (2) Is it possible to make the redhead "wider", without losing the look of gauntness?; (3) Turn the green hair grey and put a little "pooch" in the tummy; and, (4) Put the Alpha Female and green/grey/hair in sports bras!]

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Small habits well pursued betimes

May reach the dignity of crimes.

Hannah More

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As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.

Proverbs 26:11

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Wouldn't you know it? The BDGs, who like dogs have pissed all over  "marked" their territory by playing a yard radio daily from 07:00 hrs to bedtime, and insistently maintain their folly, have decided they can again afford to ramp up their nuisance.

Since the weekend of May 15-16, the neighbors have been entertaining a foreign language-speaking, two-man construction crew, and accompanying their work with the strains of Mega 100.1 FM, KQOD, Stockton. The "happy" sounds of power saws, hammers, scraping shovels, and the cycling of (icemaker-sounding) air compressors for pneumatic stapling and nailing have overlaid the radio for over a month. The dilatory** construction schedule appears to be a combination of several factors: lack of permits, lack of drawings (buying lumber one piece at a time), lack of brains among all parties, among many other items. When the "overlooked" [Lynda's favorite word] porch rebuild permit was finally secured, the re-roof project was suspended and the dogs returned to their vomit, so to speak. The overriding objective, of course, is the neighbors' tenuously legal ability to stretch another noise nuisance over the longest possible period of time.

Tuesday of this week, however, the owners experimented with... {wait for it...} turning the radio volume up! So it was that at 16:42 hrs the decibel level jumped until bedtime. Of course, they are sending the crew away later and later as construction continues until dark, as a forthcoming chart clearly shows. Thank God the summer solstice is only days away - and the daylight get shorter and shorter.

Thursday, the radio was re-tuned at 11:38 hrs to a foreign language station and the volume cranked crazy high, enough to be heard over the power tools being employed, including the BDGs' leaf blower (or string trimmer, or whatever-the-hell other power equipment they use to maintain their gravel business yard.) How can one take a lunch time nap with all that racket? If you have ever thought how irritating the play-by-play announcer is at any sporting event, just try listening to one who doesn't speak the official language of this country and is broadcasting his monotonous tripe to a worldwide audience. At 13:50 hrs the station was reset to Mega 100.1 FM but the volume was not reduced.

But for the reason of the BDGs' stinkin' thinkin' outlined above (and documented long ago), I can handle reasonable construction sounds. On the other hand, lest the BDGs think I will allow them to broadcast to the neighborhood the Fédération Internationale de Football Association (FIFA) World Cup Fútbol games from now through July 21st, it's only fair to warn them that I consider ANYTHING coming from the yard radio a disturbance of my peace and will be dealt with according to California's Penal Code, Section 415 (2).

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But it is happened unto them according to the true proverb,

The dog is turned to his own vomit again;

and the sow that was washed to her wallowing in the mire.

2 Peter 2:22

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* recidivism (n)  gen.  a tendency to relapse into a previous condition or mode of behavior ; spec.  a negatively connoted repeated relapsing into unhealthy, criminal, nuisance, or delinquent behavior.
(v) a tendency to recidivate.
(adj) re·cidi·vistic, re·cidi·vous
[Recidivism is a common term used when speaking of the revolving door of a "Corrections" facility. From recidivist, one who recidivates, from French récidiviste, from récidiver, to relapse, from Medieval Latin recidvre, from Latin recidvus, falling back, from recidere, to fall back : re-, re- + cadere, to fall; see kad- in Indo-European roots.]

** dilatory (adj) 1 : tending or intended to cause delay 2 : characterized by procrastination : tardy Intentionally delaying (someone or something); slow or tardy; intended to cause delay, gain time, or defer decision
[15th century, Middle English, from Anglo-French dilatorie, Late Latin dilatorius, from Latin differre (past participle dilatus) to postpone, differ]
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Santa Claus' Radio Room at the Top of the Rainbow

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As we wait... and wait... for the court to get around to docketing the misdemanor charge, it is time to recap the pervasive and invasive nature of Three Beaches (five) dogged determination to perpetuate the "feeling" of a business establishment on BOTH of our residential properties. (Of course, their property retains the "business look" with all of the vehicles, structures, equipment, appliances, and fixtures still illegally residing where they have for twenty-three years.)

The BDGs began their Great White Noise Cover-Up in June 2009 by installing the outdoor radio speaker. But, because of the continuous icemaker noise, the 3:00 a.m. hour-long Ice Bucket Brigade, the 4:30 roach coach departure, and the diesel-powered vendor delivery trucks, the afternoon radio usage was the least of the noise pollution.

With the January 2010 icemaker shutdown and the February 2010 discontinuance of the catering truck runs, the radio nuisance came into its own - finally assuming the true malicious reason for its existence. As the chart below shows, its scheduled use also elongated from their former afternoon return time of approx. 13:15 hrs to its present daily startup of 07:00 hrs.

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  The blue line shows the BDGs consistent (and illegal) start time at 07:00 hrs over three months. The once a week dips to 08:00 hrs is the "bone" they toss me on Sunday mornings before turning on gospel rock. How "Christian" of them... 
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  The pink line shows how the BDGs average bedtime has slipped as the Spring days got longer and stayed lighter - until they got TV. 
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  The yellow line and data points are the difference between the daily start time and the daily stop time. It shows how many hours each day the radio speaker is broadcasting into my house and yard. 
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  Linear trendline analysis shows that daily radio nuisance increased from just over 12 hours to just under 13 hours daily (average 12.27 hours.)

My best guess is that Mega 100.1 FM, KQOD Stockton was the station the Barefoot Dirty Girls treated themselves to (and to their poor customers) while plying their ancient trade on the streets of Tracy, California - as referred to last Christmas morning.

Oh, what was that noise? My ears took the hit!

'Twas the loud strains of soft rock that accompany the shit

Served up from the roach coach they defensively guard

Within the bleak compound of their half-acre yard.

The serenades, football games, news breaks with smokes,

Station identifications, the advertising blokes -

It goes on all day and well into the night.

Just their way of saying, "Yep, we're here to spite!"

 
Noise is so hard-wired into their reptilian neuro-circuitry that they appear unable to function in its absence - they HAVE TO create noise to prove their existence, an external manifestation of their self-loathing, refusing to live quietly inside their own heads, allowing nothing but self-chosen stimulus to block out the world around them. This radio, a po'-mouth perversion of Muzak (c), is supported by all three residents, who take nuisance promulgation assignments from the Supreme Generalissimo.
 
I was surprised (more like, ecstatically tickled) yesterday morning when the radio did not come on at 07:00. The BDGs were distracted, much too high, (gone all a-fluttery?), by the imminent arrival of a crew of roofers to do some stripping. It was a full 22 minutes later that one BDG stated the half-question to Lynda, "We forgot our music." Of course, that environmental deficiency was immediately remediated. (We are compelled to let our @$$-hole neighbor how we feel about him!)
 
Of course, I pay zero attention to whatever is programmed by the radio station. I only hear ONE tune (retaliatory nuisance noise) and only ONE repeating lyric - exemplified by my neighbors - a two-word vulgar expression that starts with the letter "F" and ends with the letter "U".
 
Truly a BDG gift that never stops giving... the finger.
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Flying Her True Colors (or, The Dominant Is Unmasked)

I'm dang near speechless!

I picked up a copy of the police report on the Disturbing The Peace complaint filed against Lynda Allen, et al, on April 28, 2010. (See California Penal Code, Section 415 (2).) The officer did a masterful job of writing the report. It is factual, but not at all dry. His written observations captured the essence of the dominant known as Lynda - her belligerent attitudes; her egocentric and antisocial behaviors; and her abrupt, abrasive communication style.

As much as I truly wish to publicly share the three-paragraph narrative with my faithful followers, I must exercise patience until the District Attorney's office has had a chance to review the report and the other evidence on which this criminal complaint is based. What I CAN do is remind you of these posts leading up to the complaint:

 new radio ADDS to noise nuisance,
 the magic rock,
 Christmas present,
 her big thingy,
 6:00 a.m. Super Bowl weekend (here and here),
 Valentine's weekend,
 demand letter,
 magic rock reprise,
 rejected settlement,
 smoke gets in your eyes,
 audience of one Easter Sunday,
 just for the hell of it, and
 pimples ready for popping.

But... to say what she said to the police officer, and the galling tones she used, and her abrupt, defiant termination of the brief visit - all this verified what I've known regarding this woman from our earliest dealings. Her mask has slipped and exposed her to authorities for what she truly is... a spoiled and vindictive child. She has lost her credibility at Manteca City Hall, although some former protectors, still gulled by her schmooze, may yet try to shield her from prosecution.

With her "hobby" business now folded, she has retreated to Plan B, which appears to be only clueless, useless lurching about her graveled, business yard, half-acre compound. I certainly hope she has considered Plans C, D, and E  (capitulate, de-louse, and escape)...

... and take her flying colors with her.

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Scraping the Bottom

Got a second call from my attorney last night (Thursday.) It appears T, L or C called their freebie Farmers Insurance Company attorney (Why is Farmer's Insurance still hanging with these losers?) to tell him, Mark D. McCauley, Esq., about the criminal complaint I filed on them Wednesday night. Of course, because this commercial insurance attorney, and his employer, and their one giant client, have NO interest in defending criminal policyholders, he called my attorney to emphatically renew his commitment to speedily settle the civil suit, even if the defendants are pissed off about it. (Ohhh... I can see contempt of court charges already!) That's why my attorney called me.

Now that the two attorneys and I are singing from the same page of the hymnbook, all that remains is to beg  persuade  cajole  bribe  convince  tell  order  force  have the civil case defendants sign onto the Stipulated Judgment.

All of which precedes the fact that Lynda Allen is losing control. The most predictable thing about "control freaks" is that when they lose the ability to control the people around them, they freak out and revert to childish and asinine antics - or adult temper tantrums - in pathetic attempts to regain even "negative" control.

The previous post showed that despite the P.C. 415 citation she received hours before, she still turned on the yard radio yesterday morning...

... and again this morning. (Keep diggin', baby! Let's see how deep a hole you want to dig for yourself.) Banging around in the yard for an hour before, at 7:04 a.m. Lynda, still in her robe and slippers, shuffled from house to outbuilding and turned on the radio. On the way back to the house, however, she stepped in something - probably dog shit! - and tried scraping it off before going in. The incident prompted me to recall the "too many dogs" complaint and the chicken they allow loose on the property.

... and it reawakened a memory of something I read in their Health Department files almost two years ago. (Ahhh, yes... here it is.)

No wonder they were shoeless! Which is worse, a slap on the hands (or feet) for shoelessness, or losing your Health Department certificate (which shuts down your catering truck) because of whatever! on the bottom of your shoes?

The complaint, above, inspired a new name for the trio next door. Since they no longer operate TLC Catering, their new name is:

BAREFOOT DIRTY GIRLS!

Anybody wanna buy some catering trucks? See pictures of them at the end of this post.
(But remember to have them thoroughly cleaned [by professionals] before their first use.)

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The Pimples are Ready for Popping

• A particularly noxious Witches Brew has been mulling for twenty-three years at 810 Fishback Street in Manteca, California.
• Since March 2007, the acrid fumes of dismissive arrogance, open hostility and sub rosa vindictiveness have streamed over the property line fence, suffocating me, as the occult admixture heated up to a simmer.
• Last night (Wednesday) the putrifying glop came to a rollicking boil, with the gas-filled bubbles splattering venom everywhere as they popped.
• Last night a citizen's arrest of Lynda Allen was made and a citation for disturbing the peace was issued to her by the Manteca Police Department (MPD). A court appearance will be forthcoming.

Backing up a couple days...

On Monday night the neighbors were visited by an MPD officer, as reported here. Lynda said "nice" things while dealing with the police, but desperately wanted to lop my head off after they left.

Despite the visit, Lynda again turned ON the yard radio Tuesday morning at 7:00 a.m., but did turn it OFF at 8:00 p.m., with some grumbling. (Lessons learned? Hah!)

On Wednesday, Lynda - herself, personally - turned the radio ON at 7:00 a.m. Thirteen hours later:

• 8:00 p.m. - After its all-day noise, in the late, darkening twilight, the radio was still ON. Not a soul stirred in the yard and the house lights appeared to be off.
• 8:15 p.m. - The house and yard lights came on.
• 8:17 p.m. - Corky Greene appeared, yawning, as she crossed to the outbuilding, but returned to the house without shutting OFF the radio.
• 8:18 p.m. - One minute later, Corky again did a round trip without shutting OFF the radio.
• 9:30 p.m. - I called the Manteca Police and requested to sign a disturbing the peace complaint.
• 9:59 p.m. - The next, and final, appearance of one of the three in the yard to shut OFF the radio.
• 10:10 p.m. - Police officer arrives. Two short police visits with neighbors, three short visits with me over the next twenty-five minutes.
• 10:35 p.m. - Wednesday night finally closes.

Interesting comments by the officer regarding this visit:

• "I don't know what you guys have going on between the two of you - and I don't want to know." (You and me both!)
• "I talked with her for ten seconds and I was already done talking to her." (I feel you pain, brother.)
• "She said she'll turn it (the radio) back on tomorrow." (And she did. She was in the outbuilding way early, side window open, probably smoking something, waiting for the stroke of 7:00. She turned ON the radio [actually, she turns on everything... and everyone...  :-) ], then came around the corner and stood for a few seconds facing her crap fence with its height extenders, displayed a huge shit-eating grin as if to say, "Screw you," before returning to the radio and spinning the volume knob UP for a few seconds. She probably thought I might be sleeping after the late night escapades.)
• "She was not very receptive to anything I had to say." (Don't take it personally. She deals with everyone that way.)
• When I told the officer I had been patient with her for a long time, but I had now lost my patience, he said, "I lost my patience in two minutes."

Lynda's / Theresa's / Corky's excuses:

1. I play it all day all the time. (Since June 2009, genius, when the speaker appeared right after you were served the civil lawsuit for noise nuisance.)
2. I'm legal within the city's noise ordinance time limits. (Um, check again, babe. So you don't have to bust a brain cell finding it, here it is, below. Have someone read it to you. Ordinance 1374, Section 9.52.040, subsection A. - the city law since December 5, 2007. But remember your legal training; municipal code is superceded by state law, in this case the California Penal Code, Section 415, if the use (radio) has no communication value and the purpose is to annoy another.)

3. It's an outdoor speaker so I can play it in the (rain / dark / cold / bathrobe and slippers.)
4. I like to listen to music while I'm working in the yard (in the rain / dark / cold / bathrobe and slippers? Buy an iPod, duh...)
5. I can do whatever I want on my property. (As long as you do not export your noise to other people's properties.)
6. I stopped running the icemaker - what MORE does that f******, freaky neighbor want? (see here)
7. HE's harrassing US by calling the police all the time! - Waaahh! (Hey, I'm not the one who has scammed everyone and screwed up everything for the last twenty-three years. Here's your sign... Compliance Brings Peace.)

My attorney called this morning:

We discussed the civil case's Defendants' total silence (I love the sound of that!) regarding the proposed Stipulated Judgment and the next discovery actions held in temporary abeyance.