So, I’m not sure this is actually mini, but I’m gonna kick the month off with a doozy.
Today, the nephew of an old, dear friend was murdered. In his home. He died in his mother’s arms. This is one of the now 100+ murders this year in Indianapolis, and something like the 5th or 6th in the last week alone.
I cannot conceive of the pain my friend and his family are experiencing. But I’m also REALLY pissed off.
We have the energy to worry about who can marry who, or whether or not legal medical procedures are being funded by the government, or cutting healthcare for the poor, but apparently we can’t do fuckall about an increasing murder and gun violence rate. Lordy, lordy, everyone’s personal, private lives must be interfered with, but don’t touch that sacred 2nd Amendment.
Yes, I know criminals don’t buy guns legally, yadda yadda, but there ought to be **something ** that can be done. What the fuck?!?!?
I wonder how big of a role music condoning violence has regarding gun crimes.
Maybe there’s an initiative that can be started to just cut the ‘tough guy, I grew up in a poor neighborhood-- so I sold crack and killed 5 people for looking at me wrong’ crap. It’s not cool. I don’t see how this is cool. I mean, even if someone really did all that stuff-- think of the audience. Come on. The audience includes a ton of kids. A lot of kids look up to celebrities, then try to relate and emulate.
There are tons of talented hip-hop artists who can blow these crappers out of the water lyrically. Yet, they get no recognition because they’re not mindlessly babbling about boobs, butts, and bullets. Is that all we care about anymore? Or is that all anyone has ever cared about?
Music can be so moving– influential. Especially for the youth. Man, I really hope this violent rap shit stops soon. I really wonder how big of a role exposure to these music lyrics has on people indirectly.
While I’m happy with my new cellular service as far as how well my phone works, my new carrier has messed up my billing in some way for 4 of the 5 months I’ve had it. It would be nice to set autopay and forget it. August worked fine. September appears not to have posted. And it appears Chat is so busy it’s not available right now. Wondering if it’s because everyone else who should have a post for 9/30 is missing too.
The remote for my garage door has three buttons. Two of which do absofuckinglutely nothing at all. So when I reach for it without looking and press a button, nothing happens about 2/3s of the time. I want to bitch slap the dick who designed the remote.
The long-term houseguests are leaving next week. Naturally, they are having a massive fucking meltdown right now, because we’ve had the gall to say that a year of providing a home and support is all that we can stand. The final straw? Mama-san was mortally offended that I’d been giving her “the silent treatment,” while fighting a bout of depression so severe that I’ve been sleeping 5 hours out of 48 for two months. Daughter-san is accusing me/us of having some nefarious plot against them (which has included supporting them entirely for a year - everything from groceries and laundry detergent, to mortgage and power bills, to putting gas in their vehicle and buying school supplies, to picking up daughter after school and paying for a second phone line and wifi connection so that everyone could turn in school assignments in a timely way, given the poor quality of our internet service and the fact that we had four students in the house. As evil plans go, I’m not really seeing the malice, but I’m apparently not equipped to be a super-villain. I don’t even own a cape or a mask. Meanwhile, due to a major vehicle and financial malfunction… we don’t have an operable vehicle of our own - driving my dad’s van. We don’t have homeowner’s insurance, thanks to paying houseguests’ car insurance last month. We don’t have health insurance, because Tony has been released from duty, and we don’t qualify for any sort of help due to our state opting out of the Medicaid expansion. But we’ve gained so much from screwing them over…)
I sincerely hate that things have ended this way, but I’m so very happy that this situation is ending. I’m tired - physically, emotionally, etc. In “retaliation” for us daring to lay claim to our own home again, Mama-san has decided to mistreat the stupid little dog. She crates him for 23.5 hours out of 24, instead of letting him hang out and be part of the family. I regret that, and the fact that I have no good legal recourse. We assume that she’ll get her revenge by returning the idiotic little mutt to the shelter, and I hate that. I will spend next week scanning the local shelter sites, trying to find him and adopt him back - I’ve fed him, taken care of him, etc., for the past year, and - while he’s not the first dog I’d look for if I were rescuing - he’s a part of our family. But even if we can’t reclaim the dog? He’s eminently adoptable, and will be better off with another family than with Mama-san. He’s scared of her. Hopefully, long-term houseguest will choose to leave him here, but I’m at peace with the fact that I have to let him go in order to regain my own home, and my family’s well-being.
(Mama-san is going to her sister, who lives on an island in the Pacific. Apparently? She’s worn out her welcome on an entire continent. And we were the last suckers.)
Lacunae Matata I am so happy that this is finally happening. You have done well above and beyond for them. Some of the things you posted really made me mad, you are such a good and caring person and they were just using you.
I hope your depression leaves with them and that your house and home become a peaceful place for you once again.
The big denouement happened last night around dinner time. I actually managed to sleep almost 8 hours last night - out of sheer relief, I suppose. And? As crazy as my folks make me sometimes? My mom and dad have their motor home parked at my house for a spare bedroom, while they remodel the house up at the family farm. My dad got here today, for no practical reason, and has to go home Sunday. Ma will be here Sunday, and will stay until Pa gets back or the guests leave. Because they refuse to leave us here alone to manage the crazy, without witnesses. During this entire year, the folks have done everything in their power to help all of us, including the houseguests - from including them in Mother’s Day dinner out, to Christmas gifts and help with school clothes and invites to all family gatherings - but there won’t be any shenanigans on their watch, if they can help prevent it. (Besides, my dad is hoping to catch that ridiculous little dog out and unattended for a minute. If that happens, the dog will be in a safe place until the guests are away.)
If we had any neighbor kids, I’d jump right on that generous offer. Our neighbors are both around age 80, but I might be able to bribe the guys down at the well drilling company with some homemade bread or cake, if they’ll hide the dog for a few days.
Depending on the shelter the dog came from, if you report the dog as mistreated, they may just come to “inspect” his living situation and take him back. At any rate, assuming he’s microchipped, it’s very likely he will end up back at the shelter he came from, even if she drops him off somewhere else. At least at the shelters in Chicago, we all talk to each other and return pets to the shelter they came from whenever we know. You can contact that shelter and tell them what’s up, and that you want to adopt him if/when he shows up there or somewhere else.
I’m so relieved for you that they’re finally leaving. I can’t believe you’ve endured that burden for so long. You should be sainted, especially when you realize how much money you have left over each month after they leave.
I think if that dog were in my house, I’d find a way to help him “break” his crate. I’m sure no one can afford to replace it right now…
I don’t know exactly who you are, but let’s get this straight. Yes, it is October. But it was 93 degrees today, and while it will dip to a very frigid 60 tonight, you don’t really need to have a fucking fire and stink up the neighborhood with smoke. What the fuck is wrong with you?
You know, Lacunae Matata, your situation is far from a MINI rant, but then again today’s rant is actually GOOD NEWS!!! Just imagine, as they drive away, all of us Dopers standing beside you at the curb, waving wildly and cheering.
With a big sign that says “GOOD RIDDANCE - The Internet”.
Does anyone know how to get off a mailing list? My wife and I had gone to Seneca Casino a couple of times, and signed up for their rewards program. We get mail from them a minimum of 3 times per week. It’s driving me fucking nuts!
Neighbors. Some neighbors are great & some leave you wondering what piece of shit mother-fucking box of cracker-jack did they pull this low-life asshole out of? Its not a neighbor I’ve ever had trouble with and I’m just not sure wheat his problem is.
Honestly, the only thing I AM mother-fucking sure about is that his problems shouldn’t be my problems. Let me introduce “Brian” (not his real name) who evidently has lived behind me for many years but we’ve never really said “hi”. I mean, I have waved & said “hi”
and he’s waved and said “hi” and beyond that absolutely nothing. “Brian” looks like he was once some high school’s All State/All American lineman back when uncle sam was drafting potheads and DOORs fans to fight in Vietnam. Now in his early 70s, he’s still three feet wide
and 6’6" tall. “Brian” evidently is in construction and has kept in Race Bannon shape, runs his company, and lives his life with his life-partner “Pepe” (not his real name either).
“Pepe” is about 5’2" in lifts, is of a proud Hispanic heritage, and on a good day makes Chris Colfer seem straight in comparison. I don’t care, not my business, enjoy life you two! And to be fair, I didn’t even car much when earlier this year you sheared all the branches
off the side of one of my trees “so you could get more sun”. It was just a tree to me so … OK… no biggie. Yes there’s very little shade between our houses now, but in the end so mother-fucking what. I live my life, you live yours… whatever.
I even got to appreciate your house some; its screened in rear porch … and the large bay window in its kitchen. Nice. And I could have lived the rest of my life with just that much knowledge about you and honestly not cared.
Sadly, however, “Pepe” likes to put on shows. In the past three weeks on at least two different nights, I’ve have the misfortune of seeing “Pepe” dance.
Now, I know there are bad dancers… and Elaine Benes set the standard for the 80s, but that “Pepe” is pushing the envelope.
“Pepe” likes to turn on all the lights in his kitchen, climb up on his kitchen counter… totally nude… and likes to dance wildly… masterbating with one hand and lewdly picking his nose with the other.
I only noticed one night when I was standing and peeing in the privacy of my bathroom. Guys, have you ever just opened your eyes while doing that? Well, I opened my eyes to look straight. In the dark, shapes moving can draw your gaze and that’s how I saw him… through the window in the bathroom. People, I gotta tell you: That’s off-putting. It stopped me cold mid-stream.
I had to go to another bathroom to finish… and if my peter could talk, I just know it would have said, “Is he gone? Is he gone? Cause there is No Mother Fucking Way I am coming out… At All… until that Dick-Jacking, Nose-Racking Midget Freak is LONG Fucking Gone!”
Worse, I Know “Brian” was getting off on it. He often drives around the neighborhood with an unlit cigarette (trolling for dates?) but that night he was on his screened-in porch and he had LIT his cigarette.
Yes, I’ve already measured my back windows for Venetian blinds, but Really… should that be my only option? If I call the police on his Disgusting Shorty’s Lewd Spectacle, does that mean it won’t happen again? Do I need to film this? Do I need to blur out the X-rated parts and
put it up on YouTube with their real names and the name of his company? Do I need to find a job site where his crews are working and drop 8x10s, with full captions, so it can be handled by them ‘in House’?
Look… all I really know is that no amount of alcohol or brain bleach has thus far removed that skanky lewd image and it has made me throw up more than once since then.
So, what should I do?
PS- If I do have to film and post that Disgusting Video, do I add music…? Do I add lyrics…? Disgusting Groove
This here’s a tale for all the fellas
Be ‘Good Neighbor’ Like the Good Book Tell Us
Greasy puts a “Show” to make Granpa Jealous
Neither YOU nor HE is gonna compel us
(Oh. Gay. Nay! No!
So. Gay. Way! NOOOO…!)
OK, Smarty. Its “Oh So Arty!”
(Ok Pal, Welcome to “The Party”)
Such Shitty Neighbors, Wish I Could Ditch 'em
(Don’t Give a Fuck if you’re Bigger than Mitchum)
Next Day’s function: *Wood Chop *Luncheon
Can’t Look at your place or I’ll Wretch (and Malfunction)
Music comes on, guess you’re starting to Prance
(Never wished harder one of us was in France!)
(Oh. Gay. Nay! No!
So. Gay. Way-Hey! NOOOO…!)
You’re Nude Nose-Pick Walkin
I ain’t Gawkin
(Clean Up Your Act And I Woudn’t Be Talkin’)
Lime Jello Pick & Jack may be your groove
But Fuck You Pal, I Ain’t Gonna Move…!
(Oh. Gay. Nay! No!
So. Gay. Way! NOOOO…!)
Android Phone.
Camera’s got ‘Tone’.
Email Your Crew
See who gets ‘Boned’
He Nude Picks Lime Jello?
While Jacking his Fello?
Nude Shows for the Neighbors?
Tryin to say ‘Hello’?
Your Crew’s Construction,
Don’t like Obstruction.
They’ll test your knees in your trailer
To See if You Lose Suction!
WassaMatta “Brian”?
Ain’t This your Groove?
Then Clean It Up, Bitch!
I Ain’t Gonna Move…!
(You Want It? You Got It!
You Want It? Baby, yeah yeah?)
Look, I ain’t a Hater
Florida Plater
Maybe Bettinas Down South
Done call you ‘Gator’
But Here ain’t There
Just so’s you know.
You Want to get along?
Just Close the Show…
(You Want It? You Got It!
You Want It? Baby, yeah yeah?)
Fueling up at Costco I was in the front pump and told the guy pulling up the the second pump I was done and he could pull up letting the person behind him could pull up. He waved me away and said they could go around him. Okay impolite asshole.
Memo to the woman behind me who was very impatient waiting for me finish scanning my order at the supermarket:
Showing me ANY kind of displeasure will result in me going e-v-e-r s-o-o-o-o s-l-o-w-l-y. Besides, there’s nobody in the lane next door. Why don’t you try going there? Oh, that’s right, you don’t want to move. Well, honey, you’re just going to have to wait
