I didn’t actually go to the meeting, but since I live within 300 feet, I’m a racist bastard anyway. Stupid Motherfuckers!
What? You want some background? OK, here goes.
Four years ago I moved into a nice old building where most of the residents have lived for 10+ years, many of them for decades longer. A good 6th of us, some 27 or so units, look out over what is a beautiful historic building, two stories high, surrounded by old trees. I love my view! The owners were somewhat slack in upkeep, and this historic monument has been steadily decaying.
In 2004 they sold the building to a fraternity for ~$1,000,000. Great. My only view was now overlooking Delta House. Parties all night, every night. There was a full trash can spilled in the back yard, and the trash was not picked up for six months. Yes, six. And the frat boys, who drove Lexuses and Saturns, apparently could not pool their meager resources to buy a snow shovel. All Winter, simply walking by their place was a serious health hazard. The sidewalk was a two-inch thick sheet of ice.
I should mention, re: the ice, that my building is mostly populated by little old ladies who use walkers. In the Winter, they have two choices in getting around: Walk on a solid sheet of ice, or walk in the street. I should also mention that not shovelling your sidewalk is a building violation punishable by a fine. Apparently, the “poor” frat boys would rather pay a fine than invest in a snow shovel.
But all that’s in the past. The frat boys moved out. Thank Og!
Nope, a certain Mr. Yu bought the place for $5,000,000. To restore it to its former beauty. And by “restore”, I mean "move it back sixty feet, in the hopes the ‘oops, it crumbled to the ground’, and thus erect (good word for such a major prick) a six story apartment building complete with an underground garage.
The bedrock in this neighborhood is granite, which means blasting. We’re probably looking at two years or more of construction. Which means noise, dust, and likely lost utilities. And Mr. Yu, in his bid to “restore”, has proposed breaking a huge number of building violations, including encroaching on neighboring property. His plans exceed zoning ordinances by some 80%. And of course, the trees ouside my window will be gone.
My place will become unlivable. And what it will be, when all is said and done, is a view of a brick wall and a bunch of windows. And no sunlight, ever.
At least Mr. Yu is honest in his dealings, correct? No. He has tried to sneak his proposal past the public every single time, scheduling town meetings in unpublicized places and at odd hours. And yet he has publicly stated that he has personally spoken to every resident in a 300’ radius. Not one single person I have spoken to has ever met the guy, except maybe at the few town meetings where concerned citizens have organized attendance.
Mr. Yu, you are a criminal and a fucking liar.
Oh, and when a resident of my building found out about this asswipe’s plans, and told her neighbors, she got an anonymous threat.
Mr. Yu, you are a fucking thug.
At least this poor excuse for a puddle of smegma will be a good neighbor, right? I leave, as an exercise for the reader, a guess as to how often the sidewalk has been shovelled since this shitstain bought the place. I will also let you guess as to how much yard maintenance has been done since the rectal fuckbomb bought the place. Hint: It looks like the fucking jungles of Borneo. Walls are now cracking because of the weeds growing through them. In just a year, a “real fixer upper” has become a crumbling wreck due to neglect. There is little choice but to raze the place, as it is now a hazard. Mr. Yu, you are a sly dog.
Actually, Mr. Yu, you are a bad neighbor. I don’t expect your behavior to improve over the years.
But that’s not what I started this thread to rant about. No, that’s all water under the bridge. I came here to talk about what a racist bastard I am. Simply because of where I live.
Last week there was a town meeting concerning this project. Unfortunately, I couldn’t attend, as I had plans on the night where the stealth meeting was moved at the last minute. But a number of people in the neighborhood did. I understand there was a good turnout.
By far, the largest amount of the turnout was Mr. Yu’s retinue. That is, his close relatives, all of whom were investors. Let’s see, there was his mother Nancy, his sister Rita, his other sister Frank, his brother in law Morty, Morty’s sister’s daughter Sue, his brother Alice, his children Abigail, Barry, Clarice, Dennis, Ephriam, Felicity, Getrude, Hermione, Isador, Jacob, Kerry, Lamont, Maurice, Ned, Ophelia, Pete, Quigley, Ralph, Simone, Tad, Ursula, Velma, Wilson, Xander, Yolanda, and Zeke, and grandchildren Fred, Bonnie, Cletis, Bobbie-Joe, Alma, Richard, Penelope, Aggie, Melba, Persephone, Larry, Darryl, Darryl, Moe, Curly, Constance, Patience, Chastity, Sobriety, Dead Seriousness, Snoopy, Frodo, Bilbo, Dildo, Vibrator, and Bo.
In all, over 100 close personal relatives. All Chinese, for what it’s worth. And all driving Lexuses, Mercedes, Jaguars, Saturns – in short, not one of then walked. Clearly, not poor, and clearly not from the neighborhood.
When attendees arrived at the meeting, one of Mr. Yu’s toadies was there to take a snapshot of every neighbor who attended. I can think of no other reason he’d do this than to stir up an environment of intimidation. It was as if he wanted to say “I know what you look like and I know where you live.”
But let’s get on with the racism part, shall we?
The first speaker was the insufferable gonad’s lawyer. He started the proceedings with, and I paraphrase, “You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves. You are all racists. You hate the Chinese, and wish to see them removed from this city. All they ask is for a decent place to live, and the chance to make a living. Is it too much to ask for these poor oppressed immigrants to have a roof over thier heads? These Nazi tactics must stop. Won’t someone please think of the poor Chinese babies? You are all racist Nazis.”
I understand that jaws dropped. When asked how many members of Mr. Yu’s extended clan were to move into the monstrosity, the question was evaded. When pressed, as it turns out, not a single one of them was going to move in. I guess it’s because their new neighbors are all racist bastards. No, better for them to suffer in their houses, townhouses, and luxury apartments than to live the good life in dinky apartments.
Clearly Mr. Yu is a rich man that wants to become even richer. Hey, nothing wrong with that. I love money. Send some this way, please. But is it too much to ask that Mr. Yu follow zoning ordinances, inform his new neighbors, not resort to intimidation and threats, and SHOVEL THE FUCKING SIDEWALK?
Mr. Yu, you’d better hope I never meet you. If I do, I will tie you down, paint your face like the evil clown that you are, scoop your eyeballs out with a rusty graopefruit knife, piss in the sockets, feed your scrawny genitals to a food processor, and nail your tongue to a tall tree. With you still attached, of course. I hope you remain conscious through all of it. I hope to hear you scream for mercy like a tortured puppy. And I will laugh my ass off.
Sick fuck.
