Yellow Still Tries To Blame It All On Tom

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Yellow opened her mouth...

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

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

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

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

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

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

NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE

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

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

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From the family photo album:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About five weeks ago, in August, I asked,

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

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

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

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

Never Mind the Dogs... Beware the Owners!

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

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

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

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

This entry is being logged for documentation purposes.

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

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

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

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

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(September 22, 2010)

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

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

Forgiving seventy times seven sleepless nights finally exceeded my patience.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next, the shed comes down.

From my own as-yet-unpublished legal writings:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(The Art of War, ibid.)
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Elongated* Manteca Marijuana Timeline Recap

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(Duh... Hi, uh... from New Joisey... I think...)

My post entitled Sierra High School v. Marijuana Farm garnered a couple random comments from persons who aspire to no higher goals than the one advertised by the T-shirt above. My answer (commentary really) is repeated below so it does not remain buried, wasted on the dopers:

"California's Compaaaaassionate Use Act of 1996 (Sec. 11362.5, Cal. Health & Safety Code) is a prime example of letting direct democracy (popular initiatives) undermine our constitutional republic. That Act and its enabling Act need to be repealed, not expanded as in Proposition 19. Keeping medical marijuana within the boundaries of trained medical practitioners MAY have been a better way to go."

"I am dead set against hallucinogens and other mind-impairing substances because of the "frictions" (some deadly or criminal, most just stupid) they cause with other people. Allowing people like Anonymous and KaVaTpoT to vote themselves a "legal right" to get and stay stupid illustrates the depths to which California has fallen. We're supposed to be a first class, productive, world power when our citizens are lazy, stupid, self-centered dopers?"

"Do you know that backcountry campers can be cited and fined if bears get their food? The food has to be secured. Yes, my neighbors can currently legally grow their own "meds" on their property - under the condition that it be enclosed and secured."

"Which of us is having trouble understanding the simple concepts here? Grow a brain - and use it."

Vote NO on Proposition 19!

Saturday, June 12th - I discovered a young pot plant in MY yard. Its source was unknown. A witness verified it was marijuana and discovered another, smaller plant nearby. Photographed and destroyed the plants.

Thursday, July 8th - I discovered the open air marijuana garden on the neighboring property. With a witness, photographed and printed the find, and turned in the pictures to the Manteca Police Department for investigation.

Friday, July 9th - MPD visits neighbor(s); discovers Lynda has medical marijuana card; informs her of MMC Section 8.35, requiring enclosing and securing the plants; and gives her a "few weeks" to comply. No citation issued.

Friday, August 27th - No compliance (never is) by Lynda and live-ins. Email sent to Manteca Unified School District superintendent and board regarding immediate proximity of unsecured pot farm to Sierra High School campus.

Tuesday, August 31st or Wednesday, September 1st - Citation issued to Lynda Allen. Two weeks given to enclose and secure marijuana plants.

Monday, September 20th - No compliance (never is) by Lynda and live-ins. Online reminder sent to MPD.

Request # 463673
Request type: Drugs/Narcotics
Description: Ref: Case # 10-24475. The "two week" deadline expired last week, and no preparations to enclose the marijuana have been made, let alone completing the job. The plants are still growing outdoors next to Sierra High School.

Wednesday, September 22nd - MPD business card in MY door. Phone tag ensues.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010, 08:03 hrs

Wednesday, September 29th - I co-signed a Complaint/Notice to Appear to be served on one of the owners. Scheduled date to appear is Tuesday, November 9th.

Thursday, September 30, 2010, 08:07 hrs

Thursday, September 30th - the marijuana has been "harvested" or destroyed. I have not yet been apprised of the fate of the plants, but the two major possibilities are:

• The BDG's, clever as only they think they are, harvested the weed and it is now drying in one of the many temporary structures on the property. It is unlikely to be inside the solid-wall main house or the solid-wall outbuilding because the process of drying marijuana produces a pretty rank odor. But the harvested weed is still under the same restriction (enclosed and secured) as growing the weed.
• The other option is that the City of Manteca police, after giving the Barefoot Dirty Girls a warning, a Notice of Violation, and a sworn complaint, finally decided to take action and returned that afternoon to enforce MMC 8.35.030 B. (lack of enclosed, secured structure) using MMC 8.35.090 A. 3. (administrative order and fine to abate a safety violation).

After reviewing the history of complicity between the city and the BDG's, my bet is that the scofflaws were tipped off and took evasive action (hopefully too early for full THC development), afraid only of possible adverse court action, not the laggardly** puttering*** of law enforcement.

This year's latest drug-hazed chapter in the completely wasted lives of Yellow, Red, and Green confirms that the Three Beaches are absolutely incapable of following even the simplest of civil rules.

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* elongate (verb used with object) 1. to draw out to greater length; lengthen; extend. (verb used without object) 2. to increase in length. (adj) elongated 3. extended; lengthened. 4. long and thin. Word origin & history: 1530s, from L.L. elongatus , pp. of elongare (see elongation). The Fr. form, eloign , was borrowed in the 1530s in the legal sense "to remove to a distance", esp. in an effort to avoid the law (perps avoid compliance, or cops avoid enforcement, or both?) Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper

** laggard (n) 1. a person or thing that lags; lingerer; loiterer. (adj) laggardly 2. moving, developing, or responding slowly; sluggish; dilatory; backward. related words: dilatory, dawdler, drone, lagger, trailer

*** putter (verb used without object) 1. to busy or occupy oneself in a leisurely, casual, or ineffective manner: to putter in the garden. 2. to move or go in a specified manner with ineffective action or little energy or purpose: to putter about the house on a rainy day. 3. to move or go slowly or aimlessly; loiter. (n) 4. puttering or ineffective action; dawdling. (verb phrase) 5. putter away, to spend or fill in a random, inconsequential, or unproductive way; fritter away; waste: We puttered the morning away.

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Watchin' the Grass Grow...

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

It appears the Manteca Police Department, Street Crimes Unit, and I are playing that perennially favorite bureaucratic game of "phone tag."

• I found a business card in my door,
• I called back twice with messages,
• A message comes back about two days of police training and a three-day weekend,
• I called again on the appointed day (today) and left a message.

Whereas the online complaint was closed with the hugely informative answer of Thank you, and
Whereas the MPD has issued a citation for the outdoor pot farm (verbal info from police chief), and
Whereas the marijuana is still in the ground and not secured,
Therefore, I am currently operating under the theory that the City of Manteca PD has cut a deal with the owners, Lynda S Allen and Theresa A Brassey, to allow this crop to come to harvest.

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

Sing along with the lyrics from The Smoke Off (see footnote):

And then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine
And everybody sits back and says, "Hey.... this just might take some time."

See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright
As the night turns into mornin', and the mornin' fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn year is gone
And the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smokin', and rollin'...on

Am I supposed to sit back - with the do-nothing cops, the officious enablers, and the potheads - and allow this breach of reason to pass unchallenged?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{Comment in black; response in red}

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

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Naked Came She Into The World...

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(answer at bottom of post)

... and, because of her unremitting perversity and her obtuse, foot-dragging blockade of all efforts to remedy her nuisance, she left me no alternative but to practice tough love on her.

She could have relocated her catering truck & commissary business to a legal property and likely continued it for many more years (stoned or otherwise.) But, no... instead she chose to take early "medicinal marijuana" retirement and shut the business down.

Of course, publicly she claims the economy did her in. Privately she bends every stranger's ear (as in: yard sale visitors) with her life history and the biggest sob story ever - her version - that she has to move away because her despicable, evil neighbor is:

• harrassing her by spying on her (midnight business operations, icemaker noise nuisance, yard radio nuisance), and
• calling the cops on her for every little thing (loud yard radio, no building permits, too many dogs, unsecured marijuana, dead cars), and
• maintaining a lawsuit against her for her "grandfathered" business (not grandfathered, illegal mobile home, illegal business use in zone, illegal business expansion, noise nuisance, etc.)

"Poor little me! Why is he doing this to me? I'm a good neighbor. (Just ask the people of Tracy)" the little lamb continually bleats in her assumed plaintive tones.

Pish!*

Truth can stand repetition; repetition, however, cannot make a lie into truth.
If her story had a grain of truth in it, she would be offering hard evidence of "grandfathered" status (ie., pre-annexation County of San Joaquin documentation.)

If her story had a grain of truth in it, she would be able to demonstrate to code enforcement or the police that she was in compliance with whatever charge.

If her story had a grain of truth in it, she would have petitioned for a harrassment protective order against me.

What she does know is that City of Manteca officials are so slack in their job performance that the only proofs and surveillance to be had are what I gather myself.

What she does know is that she hasn't a legal leg to stand on and her illegal business use is going down, as are all her other illegalities.

What she does know is:

• I am not buckling under to her shrill, strident, oft-repeated falsehoods, and
• I am not going away, and
• I am sick and tired of her lies and deceit, her noise, her lawlessness, her arrogance, and all of her other [not!] endearing qualities.

Kicking and cursing and making all sorts of other retaliatory noise and spreading all sorts of false gossip [false gossip? Sorry for the redundancy...], this sickly, mouthy, streetworn pish peddler is finally tucking tail and slinking away.

Slink faster!

And don't let the gate slam shut on your tail! (Wait! On second thought...)
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Naked came she into the world... and she will leave this corner of it
stripped and spanked.

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* pish (interj) an exclamation of impatience or contempt; (vb) to make this exclamation at someone or something.

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"I'll See You Out In The Shed! ...NOW!"

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This whole fight over noise started with the Scotsman icemaker - and it appears Allen & Brassey are leaving that P.O.S. machine and its shed for the last. The picture was taken to document the expansion of the already-illegal erection. Currently, the BDGs have sealed it up with tarps to conceal their movements and have to use fans for ventilation.

The shanty shed dates back to the illegal business expansion of TLC Catering in 1993-94. After A&B dodged a zoning complaint bullet, they lied their asses off and conned officials into granting them "grandfathered" land use status. Immediately thereafter they ignored the non-expansion instruction and built themselves a commissary on the property to service all their trucks. From my researched report:

"Yet the TLC Life just kept getting better! Emboldened by Manteca's emasculation, three months later Allen & Brassey assumed home occupation (land use) permission from Health Department (food sanitation) permits and made an application payment to EHD to establish and operate a private commissary, naming their property at 810 Fishback Street as the location for inspections.[Z] (The current Manteca code enforcement officer opined that Allen & Brassey were merely attempting to “legalize” what they had been doing “since they moved in.” When did they move in? Sorry, but they still need a land use permit.) The nine months following September 1993, was likely the period when a walk-in freezer and a refrigerated shipping container were hauled onto the property, refrigerators and freezers were plugged in everywhere, lights and floodlights strung up, and an ancient, noisy icemaker was improperly installed. The illegal mobile home, that longstanding error, was swallowed up in the larger commissary operation, pieces of which were scattered all around the property. The following June, the Health Department plan checks were done and in July 1994, EHD issued a Commissary Permit to the owners of TLC Catering. Again assuming nonexistent permissions, Allen & Brassey began taking commercial deliveries to their property, something expressly prohibited for home occupations. They were now set with four catering trucks, a fully equipped private commissary, and commercial vendors whose big trucks delivered supplies and services to their doorstep... they were unstoppable."

A big concrete pad was poured to support the installation of the Bally walk-in freezer, the Scotsman icemaker, and other refrigerators and freezers used in the business. The posts and fiberglass roofing were put up to protect the appliances, as well as all the other crap Allen & Brassey crammed in there.

The following description of the shed was sent to the city and - no surprise - no action was taken.

Tue 12/29/2009 4:08 PM
New Request # 329034
The Problem you submitted was:
Request type: Permits
Description: A noncompliant and unpermitted accessory covered structure was built along the lot’s north property line, in the fourteen-foot space between a permitted outbuilding and the wooden fence on the property line. Recent noncompliant additions have been made to it.

The structure consists of a concrete pad, approximately 43 feet long and 14 feet wide, formed and poured to within 6 inches of the fence posts. A 31-foot run of roofing is supported on the north side by 4 x 4 uprights. Some uprights are set back approximately 24 inches from the fence, others only 6 inches. The other side of the structure is attached to the outbuilding, under 20 feet of eaves. The green corrugated fiberglass roofing material is cut immediately above the wooden fence and pitched to drain its runoff, and the runoff from the outbuilding’s overhanging eaves, right on top of the fence. The runoff has led to serious deterioration of fence posts and boards.

The purpose of the structure is to house various machinery and appliances. This means that the electrical wiring, plumbing and drainage may also be noncompliant. Indeed, a short popped a circuit breaker a few months ago, which led to some rewiring.

Drainage is a big problem. One of the machines under this structure continuously drains directly onto the concrete pad. Because the property’s elevation is several inches higher than the adjoining property, the water flows, first, onto the ground at the fence line, then onto the adjoining property, causing a mosquito-breeding habitat. Added to that water flow is the roof runoff, mentioned above.

The combined factors of a declining elevation gradient, the concrete pad on Manteca’s soft soil, no footings or soil retention devices, runoff drainage problems, the continuous drainage and intense vibration from one of the machines, and heavy use of the structure has caused soil slumping evidenced by a pronounced bow in the fence.

I am seeking extensive rebuilding - or better yet, outright demolition - of this noncompliant and unpermitted structure on my fence line. In addition to the damages listed above (and some not listed), it is an unsightly intrusion.

The response from code enforcement was, loosely paraphrased, "I can't find my own ass because it's too dark around here." (Hey, have someone take a picture of your ass and Twitter it to you! Buncha' prima donna top models...)

It's time again to shine a light on the shed and Manteca's C.E. geniuses.

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