Manteca's Crack Code Enforcer

Under-staffed or under-brained?

(...but I just sent it to the last known owner instead of checking anything...)

Manteca Code Enforcement: Cosmic Entropy? *

.............................................: Comic Entertainment?
.............................................: Cannibis Enjoyment?

You say what, Mr. Cunningham (Scott)?

You, a bright C.E. brain? Clearly not!
Since your current employer
Allows cann'bis enjoyer
It's no wonder your work's gone to pot

Sheesh! Your skill set and methods are slim

Makes your chance of success flicker dim
Maybe look on the 'puter
For the foreclosure suitor?
Send your "We Notice Shit" on to him!

From the time of citation 'til now**

Musta smoked your Sierra High (r) grow?
Dumb! Ya gotta have vigor
Pulling Oaf-icial trigger
Coulda saved your embarrassing row

So this here's what I want you to do-

'Specially now that I gave you a clue:
1. Reverse all of these "crocks"
2. Send confirms to my box
3. Let me NEVER again hear from you!

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* the degradation of the matter and energy

in the universe to an ultimate state
of inert uniformity

** 03Jan13 to 20Feb13,

seven weeks of pissing up the wrong tree!
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Manteca City Governance

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Citizen:

I have upset the tea of some “power-that-be”
Of a king with some fancy new clothes
It appears the shoe fit, but he’s shamed to wear it
Because then we would see his twelve toes

King:

The affairs in our gate (whether soon, more oft late)
We can see with these cool X-ray glasses
But the law, as they say, merely gets in our way
We prefer to kiss each other’s asses

Citizen:

My dear sirs, let us think – you provided the ink
To record your whole long list of crimes
Can one slander with truth? Or dress up the uncouth?
Or defame such depraved sods, betimes?

King:

We reject you… you… all! And your poison pen scrawl!
We demand you remove yourself hence!
There is nothing you say will impinge on our day
We paid our silv’ry coins – thirty pence

Citizen:

Should we follow the trails, what that money entails
And discover those masters of power?
When the towers of earth fall, to what god will you call?
Your reward will be: Kneel, blanch and cower!

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Ticky-Tacky Little Narc Squabs

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Duh... what happened to all my Dodo squabs?

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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:

Mr. Messer,

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, 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.

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.)

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His response:

Mr Behling,

We did contact the Manteca P.D. again and they emailed Sergeant Mraz, cmraz@ci.manteca.ca.us, 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.

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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 not 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.

Compliance with state law? Barely... California law does contemplate private cooperatives among medical marijuana patients only (but not the so-called cannibis clubs.)

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 -- but heroically unenforced! -- Municipal Code (here.) 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.

Compliance check, my ass! What'd you do, Sergeant Mraz? Read last year's reports? They don't tell you that:

1. The formerly barely legal residents became non-residents.
2. The current residents are growing weed for those non-residents (ie., became a co-op.)
3. The current residents are illegally distributing weed off the property for those non-residents and others.
4. MMC 8.35.030, subsections F. and G., prohibits co-ops in residential districts and next to schools.

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 vig of Sierra High (c) whacky tabacky.

It appears the overly  highly  educated  educators  administrators at MUSD are willing to trust  believe  be duped by the underly educated  Voc Ed dropouts  _?_?_?_ at MPD regarding this law - and breach the duty they owe to the students and parents.

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!

To honor (or ridicule; they won't know the difference) the rabble of monumental imbeciles on the public dole  employed at the Manteca Police Department, I composed alternate words to a ditty seen/heard earlier on this blog:

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Little Narc Squabs*

(sung to the catchy little tune of "Little Boxes," here, Season 1, Episode 1.)

[1]
Little narc squabs, in Manteca,
Little narc squabs smoking tacky-tacky,
Little narc squabs, bumbling drug cops,
Little narc squabs;  not a brain.

There’s a nose ring, and a tattoo,
And the ones should been fired long ago,
And they all smell of homegrown ticky-tacky
And they all act just the same.


[2]
So the potheads in their grow sheds
Still cultivate with impunity-
They just put some in special boxes
When the narc squabs call again.

Some for Mayor, some for Sergeant,
And a whole host of other City squabs,
’Cause they all toke lots of ticky-tacky
And they look the other way.


[3]
And the kiddies in the schoolyard
See the narc squabs playin' fast and loose;
“What the hell, then, I can smoke, too,”
Is the kiddies’ last refrain.

But the teachers and the principal
And even the Superintendant
Take the word of reeking narc squabs
That there’s nothing going wrong.


[4]
There’s a fox and there’s a henhouse,
And the one’s to keep the other safe.
In Manteca, them’s the narc squabs-
Keep the co-ops nice and green.

There’s a fat one and a thin one
And a pock-faced really ugly one,
And they all smell of homegrown ticky-tacky
And they all act just the same.

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* squab (n) 1. A young, newly hatched, or unfledged pigeon. 2. A soft, thick cushion, as for a couch.
(adj) Young and undeveloped; newly hatched or unfledged: "a narc squab."

All these descriptors fit: unfledged, soft, thick... esp. thick...


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Sierra High Pot Co-op Still Thrives!

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Illegal marijuana cooperative at 810 Fishback Street,
with Sierra High School buildings in background.

Here is Manteca's definition of a marijuana cultivation cooperative:

“Medical marijuana collective,” “medical marijuana cooperative,” “collective,” or “cooperative” shall mean a location where medical marijuana is cultivated collectively or cooperatively by more than one qualified patient, person with an identification card or primary caregiver, as described in California Health and Safety Code Section 11362.775. (Chapter 8.35 CULTIVATION AND POSSESSION OF MEDICAL MARIJUANA)

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.

8.35.030 Cultivation restrictions.

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.

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 (June 27 and July 27, pictured above) to collect their collective crop. Other arrangements have also been made for delivery service.

"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?"

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."

MMC 8.35.030 Cultivation restrictions.

G. Collective or Cooperative Cultivation. For the collective or cooperative cultivation of marijuana, such cultivation shall be prohibited within any residential districts as defined by the Manteca Municipal Code or within one thousand feet of any residential district, school, recreation center, or youth center.

In October of last year, I posted this prediction: The Beginning of a New Illegal Business Operation? 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.

(What is that dried green stuff... oregano?... in the pizza sauce?)
(I dunno... Duh! Let's ask Off'cer "H__b". He's gotta know his weed, if not the law.)


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* in·sen·ti·ent (adj) Devoid of sensation or consciousness; incapable of feeling or understanding things; inanimate.
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Costco v. Bass Pro

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Costco and LOREX - Proud suppliers of replacement surveillance cameras

Perfect for the whole family of paranoid marijuana growers

illegally operating as a cooperative at 810 Fishback Street, Manteca,

in a residential neighborhood

and, more importantly, just over the fence from Sierra High School -

a screw-up fully known and protected by the Manteca Police Department,

who haven't a clue about the state and local laws on weed cooperatives,

whose investigation skills are ??? (they look great on paper, anyway!)

and where there is no departmental inclination to require the

removal of the illegal grow, run by and for the benefit of non-residents.

(Probably don't want to lose their official own personal supplier.)

Don't worry, parents of teenagers, your elected school board, the school administrators, and an MPD School Resource Officer will keep your children safe.

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Bass Pro and GAMO - Proud suppliers of vermin eradication supplies

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Disclaimer:

No consideration or emoluments* of any sort were provided to the writer by the above-named companies, municipal agencies, or illegal pot growers.

* [from Latin ēmolumentum benefit; originally, fee paid to a miller, from ēmolere, from molere to grind]


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Sierra High (c) Marijuana Growing Company

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Saturday was a busy day at the fortified compound and marijuana growing operation at 810 Fishback Street in Manteca.

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.

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.)

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 shooting of guns into the air. (Hey, blockhead, watch where you're aiming that thing!)

Lyin' Lynda arrived in Resectioned Red's black SUV and held court as only she can, hollering and ordering everyone around, telling lies, emitting that high, cackling death rattle that passes for her laugh.

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.

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 peripatetic 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.)

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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 here for last year's prediction.)

Knock! Knock! MPD, where are you?

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.

Must we again notify 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?

Perhaps the DEA might like to hear about this breaking of federal drug law - AND - California's own skanky drug legalization law, the Compaaaasionate Use Act?



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Life's Certainties: Taxes, Karma, and Death

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(source)



Karma has returned to Lyin' Lynda the sobriquet,

"Tax Cheat"

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A few days ago, my attorney and I were kicking some things around and he asked about Lyin' Lynda's latest subterfuge, her claim to be moving. Here is the lopsided scale:

FOR Moving

• Lyin' Lynda's word (worthless)
• A few away trips with household junk and yard jetsam

AGAINST Moving

• Absence of FOR SALE signs or FOR RENT signs
• No realtors or prospects viewing the house
• Remaining business trucks, containers, equipment, and sheds litter the property
• Inoperative cars and trucks still on property
• Marijuana sheds fully tended in day and night operation
• New screening fence for marijuana sheds
• Cork-Screwed's travel trailer still in place
• Earthwork being done on their south property line

Then my attorney asked about any filed Notices of Default on mortgage payments. None... yet. But that question brought up the latest public filing against our addicted heroine, a Notice of State Tax Lien, on November 19, 2010.

You see, Lyin' Lynda didn't pay her state income taxes for 2004, and a tax lien of over $9,700 has been attached "to all property and rights to such property now owned or later acquired by the taxpayer." (Penalty, interest and collection fees account for $4,319 of the total - and interest is still accruing.) Such things go through several phases of attempted collection before reaching the level of a tax lien. Technically, it still hasn't been collected - the people of the State of California are still carrying Lyin' Lynda's dead ass.

(karma credits)

So, just what did this "Maven of Mucking About" do with all that money back in 2004 and 2005? Hmmm... let's go back on her timeline to see what was going on.

Ah, there it is. 2004 was a year of consolidating, wherein Ms. "Screw-the-Grid" Businesswoman attempted to become self-sufficient (To hell with the world!), retreating into her own little survivalist compound. She paid one of those fly-by-night "green" contractors (Power Independence Electric, long since out of business) tens of thousands of dollars to install seven huge solar panels, and related paraphernalia, on her property - after pulling a City of Manteca permit in the name of her dead neighbor.

And she didn't pay her taxes for that year.

"Well," you ask, "why didn't she pay those taxes in 2005, or 2006, or 2007?"

What?! You're asking me to think like Lyin' Lynda??? No can do. Besides, according to her freeloading freebie Farmers Insurance lawyer in the civil suit currently lodged against her, there is "no way of single-handedly divining Ms. Allen's state of mind and determining what was 'intentional' and what was not. Making a unilateral judgment as to another person's state of mind... [particularly unsupported]... is offensive and wholly irresponsible." (What did he say? It takes two people to tell if Lynda's Lyin'?) There you have it, L/L's primary defense, entitled, "I can do whatever the hell I want to and there's not an F'n thing you can do or say about it!"

1. "State of mind" presupposes a mind capable of having a state. We can safely ignore that improbability.
2. What Lyin' Lynda says, whether offensive or defensive (never friendly), can likewise be weighted with the appropriate discount factor - ie., multiply by zero.
3. That leaves only the actions of this benighted* woman from which to judge.

Don't even think to tell me these are unwarranted or unsupported allegations; this entire blog is dedicated to documenting the arrogant insanities of this hellcat - the yawning chasms separating her offensive words and her damnable actions. No reasonable person needs to judge her "state of [nonexistent] mind;" merely observe what issues from her mouth, her ass, or whatever other body cavity she elects to void at the moment.

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Fast forward to 2007 - with Lyin' Lynda's 2004 back taxes and penalties still unpaid. The real estate market was still hot as the year opened. But, because her slop trough business... uhn, TLC Catering... was not properly feeding the Three Lying Cxxxs ... Little Cxxxs ... Little Pigs, she decided to refinance 810 Fishback Street to pay for the solar power system, the threesome's living and loving expenses, and for her hobby business. With her impeccable timing, in April she wrung $250,000 - every nickel of paper equity - out of Dog-Shit Paradise. Of course, that was just before the Sword of Damocles** fell on her (and everyone else in an over-leveraged, underwater mortgage) when the real estate bubble burst.

But did she pay her tax obligation with some of her "free money"? Hell no! Not this Angel of Meat Wagons. Instead she tried to continue illegally running her business from her residential property, and continuing a hellish nuisance at the same time.

In 2009, Lyin' Lynda and Regurgitated Red were sued for illegal land use (a public matter) and noise nuisance - by yours truly. They decided to go out of business instead of moving it to a properly zoned place.

But did she pay her 2004 taxes? No.

In an incredibly clever move - more like, unfathomable - this dishrag diva went on a building spree in 2010. She and the other Barefoot Dirty Girls sunk whatever money they could beg, borrow, steal, or kill for into a complete house makeover to die for on a completely "underwater" property. From the moment I saw Pre-Cancerous Red daubing paint on the ends of framing 2x4's before they were encased within siding, I knew the BDG's were "digging in" for drug-based retirement.

These bimbos and their buddy boosters decided to "come out of the [pot] closet" after all this time, too. New Years Eve (2009-10) was an eventful celebration, with pot-smoking hangers-on caterwauling and railing against my taking pictures of the BDG's constantly yapping chihuahuas at midnight. During the Springtime, all three weed-women armed themselves with "420 cards" (medical marijuana doctor notes) and lost sowed some of their weed seeds onto my property while developing an unsecured outdoor grow for themselves. That situation, of course, required heavy pressure on the Manteca Police Department - via the Manteca Unified School District and Sierra High School - to bring that illegal operation into compliance with city code with more construction, the BDG's MJ Sheds.


City of Manteca Narco(leptic) Squad

 To recap, in 2010, Lyin' Lynda:

• Stopped operating her catering truck business
• Cleaned up bits of her illegal business plant
• Put up tall fences, overtopped by surveillance cameras
• Purchased and set up a "marijuana tent"
• Planted marijuana openly
• Rebuilt the main house
• Built (and now operate) two marijuana sheds

But... did she pay her 2004 taxes? No.

So now, six years after the tax year ended - and 3 ½ years after the re-fi - a tax lien for 2004 income taxes was filed by the State of California against Lyin' Lynda Allen.

1. What is her "state of mind" now? (Ooops... nonexistent.)
2. What does she say? (Ooops... words times zero; sound and fury, signifying nothing.)
3. What does she do? She has made it appear she is moving, but she is not leaving...

... until she dies.

The thought occurred, "What about income taxes for 2005 through 2010, state and federal? Are those in the tax lien pipeline also? It's happened before; could happen again. And what about that Board of Equalization sales tax account from the dead roach coaches? {The BDG's are probably still buying at Costco and elsewhere on the expired number.}"

Besides watching for a Notice of Default and more Tax Liens, other things to watch for are a fraudulent conveyance filing, or an informal property swap; and under all scenarios, whether the marijuana sheds are being operated by or for the benefit of non-residents of the property. The Manteca Unified School District would be very interested to hear about that last item.

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Ladies and gentlemen, charge your glass and be upstanding. Three cheers to life!

Cheers to Taxes!
.....(L/L echoes... Cheat Taxes!)

Cheers to Karma!
.....(L/L echoes... Cheat Karma!)

Cheers to Death!
.....(L/L echoes... Cheat Death! Smoke on!)

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Love your Enemies, for they tell you your Faults.

(Benjamin Franklin)

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* benighted (adj) 1. Overtaken by night or darkness. 2. Being in a state of moral or intellectual darkness; unenlightened. [This word was invented just for Lyin' Lynda!]

** Sword of Damocles. Generally, it is used to denote the sense of foreboding engendered by a precarious situation, especially one in which the onset of tragedy is restrained only by a delicate trigger or chance.

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The Continually Disgorging Cornucopia of Detritus

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C.D.C.D. BDG
(say it fast five times...)

I am flabbergasted! - near to speechless!! - at just how much useless trash treasured trophies three Barefoot Dirty Girls, six dogs, a chicken, and a cat can cram into such a small space. The shanty shed, on its illegal concrete pad, continues to disgorge load after load from the inexhaustible heap of rubbish stored inside it and the Bally walk-in freezer.

Bally freezer, left foreground; shanty shed, right foreground.
Derisively known as Icemaker Corral, home of the ice-chewing dog.
(Pic posted November 12, 2008)

This new-found Spring cleaning fetish is completely out of character for Lyin' Lynda, Re-Upholstered Red, and Cork-Screwed Green. One wonders if, maybe, there's a code enforcement reason behind it? Perhaps a financial reason?...

{brain flash} Wait! Wait! It's a change of heart and they're finally getting ready to move to Oregon?!

Anyway, Cork-Screwed's flashing episode yesterday was, I'm unsure, an expression of... what?... anger, frustration, helplessness? self-loathing, perhaps?... on her own behalf and that of her dominatrices mistresses, Lyin' Lynda and Roly-Poly Red, who were party to the unveiling (assuredly, nothin' those two haven't seen before.) So audacious and incredible was the "in-your-face" presentation that I forgot to review the immediately preceding time frame for their mind-altering drug use.

Lest one thinks this is merely another example of BDG abberant behavior, keep in mind that Cork-Screwed was only mimicking Resectioned Red's own flash and waggle dance on the 16th of January.

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Red Letter Day -
September 24, 2010

The following posts document the river of trash that - sometimes flooding - slowly flows and eddies through Icemaker Corral:

July 2010 - Sliding number puzzle of trash

Mon, Sep 20, 2010 - yard sale begins

September 2010 - Large appliances removed (to the reconstructed back porch!)

Fri, Sep 24, 2010 - Icemaker removed

Sat, Jan 15 - Budget moving van

Fri-Sat, Jan 21-22 - Pickup and trailer, then another loaded pickup

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Yup, officer, tha's her, all right.
Hey, she could be a model
for geriatric Lipo-Zapp!

 

Tue, Mar 29 - Pickup load from shanty shed (with gratuitous flash.) Cork-Screwed first staged the detritus for Roly-Poly's inspection and Lyin' Lynda's veto, then they loaded it up and shuttled it off to somewhere else (flea market, maybe?), taking a loaded Playmate cooler along, and returning about seven hours later.

(Poor R/R had to stay home, shuffle dogs, do the laundry, nap, tend the marijuana grow, and toke her joints alone. So sad... so sad... just doesn't have the knobbles for heavy lifting anymore... 'nuther hit...)

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Wed, Mar 30 - Breaking news.

F Another garbage triage going on this morning.

D Disappearing bottoms and house dogs (vanished before inspectors arrived for appointment.)

L Visitors get the tour (it seems everyone except plaintiff and attorney, as requested.)

K Mosquito breeding pond overturned (after four years.) {idiots!}

J One camera down (most likely only temporary.)


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Details to follow. Keep your channel set here.
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Don't touch that dial!

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Odd Traffic Patterns (Except For BDG's)

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Tuesday morning, March 22, 2011 - What's better than once? Twice!

The two junkyard dogs are hidden away shut up in the Smokehouse and the four house dogs are all kept outside for a couple hours when the Blue Car Boys come to visit.

10:31 - First visit by Blue Car
10:54 - 23 minutes, first visit ends, Blue Car departs

11:04 - Ten minutes later, Blue Car Boys return for a second visit
11:34-11:54 - 20-minute back yard tour, led personally and exclusively by Lyin' Lynda.
11:55 - 51 minutes, second visit ends, Blue Car departs

During the indoor portions of the visits, Cork Screwed and Roly-Poly Red waffled around out back, doing nothing but wasting time and steering clear. Their shuffling body movements were perfectly clear; standing, pacing, quick circuits of the MJ sheds, peeking in through the screened porch of the house to see if the visitors had gone yet.

We were told... no, uh, never mind.
We're looking for real women to probe.

(You know, most people say a camera puts ten extra pounds on its victims subjects, but with Roly-Poly it looks more like twenty or thirty. Marijuana munchies?)

The fact of the matter is, those two xxxxlickers bootlickers leave all the prevaricating and story-telling to Lyin' Lynda because:

• #1) she is the Alpha Bitch, and
• #2) since 1987 the Alpha Bitch has perfected her outrageous pattern of lies and deceptions regarding nonexistent grandfathered status, illegal TLC Catering business, unpermitted construction, excessive dogs, no garbage cans, "po' little me and po' us'ns," and - since 2007 - the "Mommy, he's pickin' on me!" refrain for every imagined ill that has befallen the Barefoot Dirty Girls since that Neighbor From Hell moved in next door, and
• #3) they absolutely will NOT deprive their Alpha Bitch (the fangs! the big, brassey balls!) of the only way she can get her big brasseys off - and aimed at someone else!

Who's comin'? Who's goin'? Is it my turn yet?

Wednesday morning, March 23, 2011 - What's better than twice? Thrice!

A white pickup, with a number stenciled on the back, made a drive-by before staying for a visit. It arrived in front of the house at 09:54, one minute after one of the BDG's had returned home and rolled the gate closed. Detecting no intelligent life, it drove off a minute later.

It arrived again at 11:35, leaving again 23 minutes later at 11:58. (Contact made, Captain. Confirmed: No intelligent life here.)

The truck returned a third time a half-hour later, at 12:29, and stayed 34 minutes until 13:03. (Bridge to Gunnery: Lock on coordinates. Just nuke the place!)

At 13:17, the BDG's convened an ad hoc meeting out back and first order of business was to adjourn it to the Smokehouse for some massive hits of Sierra High © weed. (Bridge to Gunnery: Belay that last order. The broads are nuking themselves.)


Monday, March 28, 2011 - Driving while impaired... again.

Junkyard dogs in / house dogs out.
...Pick up dog shit.

......House dogs in / junkyard dogs out.

.........Move trash bin contents to trash truck.

............Shuffle dogs.

...............Run an hour-and-twenty errand.

..................Shuffle dogs.
.....................Tend the MJ plants.

........................Shuffle dogs.

...........................Wash out the MJ tubs. 

..............................Shuffle dogs.

What a tiring morning! This work shit is so debilitating, I need a hit! Schlepping 'round and 'round this hellhole really works up an appetite for a huge dose of :

Sierra High © homegrown!

Stretch... stretch... knuckle pop, neck swivel, straighten the Corkscrew. Wait for L/L to wake up from her nap and R/R to come out of her fog.

11:00 o'clock break in the Smokehouse. "Last one in's a dirty yegg!" Junkyard dogs turned out of their quarters. "Close th' winda. Don' care if'n it smells like dog breath and cat piss, it's too cold AND it's letting the secondhand cloud out. Jus' wanna smoke!"

11:59. Wasted clowns burst from the Smokehouse. Hungry, thirsty, L/L downs a soda and tosses the can for someone else to pick up later. "Lunchtime. Gots the munchies bad. Pizza delivered again, or go get it ourselfs?"

12:15 One or more of the BDG's pile in a car, back out of the driveway, and drive off down the street. "Get outta my f'n way! Where you learn drivin'? I learnt 'n Pinole!"

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And all the potheads say, "Weed don't kill."

Yeah, right.

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BDG Pict-O-Graph For Manteca

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As of March 2011


I'll bet anyone any amount that Lyin' Lynda Allen and Ravaged Red Brassey did not give any correct background - or tell any truth - to their visitors today.

Even this chart is a simplification, by necessity, because of all the BDG's ancillary illegal spin-offs, such as the remaining noncompliant structures, too many animals, refused garbage pickup, and a hincky solar permit.

(Of course, Yellow, Red and Green are real Wingdings and need no permits to be cunt bubbles ...)


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Lowbrow Art: Final Part: David Lozeau: Dead On

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One Foot On The Banana Peel!

Everyone Crawls Under This One's Skirts
safely protected by a mouth more vicious than a junkyard dog(s) bite

From Kitchenware to Hardware
Please, please, just don't flash the cameras no more!



This Ensemble Sure Beats the "Summer Uniform"
of khaki shorts, sports bra, boots... and jelly pot belly?!

They Even Drag Their Damn Chickens To Hell!

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Various Loungers, Hangers-On and Bit-Part Players

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City of Manteca's Code Enforcement
and Animal Control Departments

City of Manteca Police Department

Manteca's Mayor (ex-Police Chief)

aka, The Plumber-Crack

Fulltime Foreign-Language-Speaking
Handyman and Boy-Toy

Getting A Friend To Hang Out As Bait

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Looking Forward to the (Immediate?!) Future

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(source of these fantastic - and hopefully prophetic - images by David Lozeau.)
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Dispute Between Neighbors Leads To Gunfire

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Gunfight at the Not-So-OK Corral

Damn digital guns!
(source)

This post has the same title as the second story in this e-newsletter received from Bob Barzotta, author of the book, Neighbors From Hell, and owner of the website of the same name.

Old-fashioned celluloid guns were much more effective!

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Another Unhappy Manteca Camper

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... smashed by a careening catering truck...

Those who forsake the law praise the wicked, but those who keep the law resist them. Evil men do not understand justice, but those who seek the Lord understand it fully. When the wicked rise to power, people go into hiding; but when the wicked perish, the righteous thrive. (NIV Proverbs 28:4-5,28)

A new comment was made regarding this post from May, 2010. (I could not resist re-posting it here, where it will make the Neighbors From Hell, Volume V, printing later this year.) The commenter visits our often revisited theme that City of Manteca leadership and enforcement - or more specifically, the glaring lack of those qualities - are major detriments to this city. Missing these allows scofflaws and scumbags to reign supreme, to ride roughshod over any concepts of law, order, decency, neighborliness.


February 27, 2011
Anonymous said...

LORD! I hated this town since purchased home I thought was "in country." Stating this place is like OLD south in roughly 40-50's isn't covering blatant harrassing of familys, individuals here. Police do nothing I have seen that should be noted nor awarded.

They pull gun on dogs, old folks, discharge arms, then PYOB. Police each other BADLY, excuse, excuse.

Soldiers @ war, disabled seniors, do not get any assist: unless it is "out of town" (officated by local officers, act like children play games) Waste of tax money, air, and life in general . . .

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Judging from the context, I take PYOB to be defined as "police each other badly" - also known as selective enforcement, closing ranks, and covering up.

Or, consulting the Urban Dictionary and other sources, it could mean:

• Pour your own bottle (A higher class variation of BYOB, bring your own bottle)
• Post your own babes (C'mon, guys, quit recycling other posters' chick pics!)
• Pull your own boner (Uhn... something to do with Manteca's leaders?)

... etc.

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Volume 4, the second half of 2010, is not pictured
Volume 5 now in progress

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Manteca Sleeper Cell Pretends Christian Piety

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Recitation of facts

For history on the sudden appearance of the yard radio immediately after the lawsuit for illegal land use was filed on Lyin' Lynda in May 2009, see [this post]. This is how L/L added spiteful noise to nuisance noise for daring to question her bona fides (which she ain't got!)

In April 2010, L/L was charged with P.C. 415(2), Disturbing the Peace, with her outdoor radio playing. See [this post] for the back story.

In July 2010 the outdoor radio was rolled into the civil lawsuit charging illegal land use (catering business on a residential lot) and creating nuisance noise, see [this post].

On a repeat Disturbing the Peace offense, L/L was arrested on January 16th. See [this post] for the story of the citizen's arrest (catch and release).

Commentary on Lyin' Lynda'a statements to police

Crime Report 2011-1362 narrates the events surrounding Lyin' Lynda's latest arrest. The gist of the report is that the officer understood her phony call for police service ninety minutes earlier, he plainly saw her manipulative actions on that first visit, and he experienced her utter predictability for making a patience-straining nuisance of herself, necessitating my second call of the morning.

Give the bitch credit for BIG BRASSEY BALLS because, even in this extremity, straight from the horse's ass mouth came these two supposed defenses:

"Allen stated she was listening to Christian music and used her outdoor speakers because she did not have indoor speakers."

Never at any time have I differentiated what kind of music or sports L/L has played on her infernal radio. The responding officer apparently agreed with that stance; a noise disruption is a noise disruption, the "flavor" of the disruption makes no difference. There is no infringement on one's God-given right to worship how, where, or what one may, provided there is no infringement on another's right to do the same - in this case, quietly and without someone else's choice of music or sports being forced upon him.

Did I mention before that I believe NOTHING that comes out of that horse's ass mouth. Like lawyers, if Lyin' Lynda's mouth is moving, she's lying. One reason I find her lack of speakers defense totally unbelievable is that during the summer and fall of 2010 L/L spent tens of thousands of dollars on a total home makeover, inside and out, including a giant Sony TV for her north-facing bedroom living room, yet "she did not have indoor speakers."

A second reason I do not believe her "no speakers" statement is the existence of at least two stereo speaker systems in her piles of yard junk on June 5, 2010. And who knows how many rock speakers she has lying around, as well?

Of course, NONE of the foregoing will make any impression on L/L's drug-sotted mind. The only thing the officer told her - or, the only thing that caught her slow-witted attention - was this:

"Allen was also informed of the Manteca Municipal Ordinance which states she may be billed for police services should we be called again for the music."

Ah, finally! The police are talking her language, which is...

Prayer, no. Parsimony, yes!

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