From 12:24 p.m. to 12:44 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper (and his dog) were making quite a bit of scraping, banging, stomping and bumping. I could tell, because the vibrations were coming down from overhead.
Then from 12:46 until I left home at about 3:30 p.m., the Upstairs Stomper decided to play loud music. It was loud enough to hear it echo from the building across the quad, but I know the music came from upstairs because of the vibrations.
So why not call the cops? Why bother? They can't even get the right address and they'll somehow be "unable to hear anything" even after being told how they can hear it for themselves. I don't bleeding care that they've told me they take care of loud music. They don't do jack when I complain about ANYTHING.
Nooooo.... They're hoping that it gets so bad that I move into a house. It's like I just poop money, you know? I just sit on the toilet and out it comes, money, money everywhere. And with that magical poop money, I can do whatever I want, including instantly packing up and leaving. Just like snapping your fingers easy.
It must be fantastic, this fantasy world the FBPD lives in. I'm stuck in the real world though. And the real world doesn't cut me breaks like that. Never has, and never will.
Just because they can get away with robbing the taxpayers by not enforcing the law for everyone, they think they're just so peachy keen better than the rest of us. Taxpayers probably don't even know that they pay FBPD to play favorites, to discriminate, to intimidate, and in exchange, the cops can move into houses of their own. Brag, brag, freaking brag.
How long before the taxpayers think they don't need FBPD any longer? Maybe when there are blatant drug deals and prostitutes trolling on their own street corners daily?
