Wednesday, December 4, 2013

December 3, 2013 -- Rolling Racket Continues

Another incident occurred at 9:37 p.m.  Again, it was a loud vehicle stereo thump, thump, booming away.

The cops do nothing, and I suspect they never will.  They've got the taxpayer by the neck, bleeding them dry of money, and not providing that "serve and protect" the cops are SUPPOSED to do.  Nope.  No one is safe in Farmers Branch, TX.

Welcome to the newest ghetto in the Dallas/Ft. Worth region.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

December 3, 2013 -- More Parking Lot Loud Music

At 10:49 a.m., I heard someone play their stereo in their vehicle much too loud.  It has to be loud to be heard through a flipping brick wall.  Where's FBPD?  Off playing in the donut shop?  It's not like they uphold the law around Farmers Branch, TX.  I think it's an established fact, given how they've mishandled things at London Square Apartments for MONTHS now.

December 3, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Rudeness

At 7:45 a.m. and 8:50 a.m., the Upstairs Stomper thumped and banged right above my bed, waking me.  It's still freaking rude and unnecessary.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Just Raining HIts Today

It now stands at 205.  Quite a few from overseas.

Huh. The Hits Come In

Nearly 150 hits today, after having several days of not posting.  Not bad.  That's a pretty good spike, all things considered.

So that's 150 others checking out the blog and seeing what a sorry joke we have for "police enforcement" in Farmers Branch, TX.  They can see the cops have "tools" that they don't even want the people using.  They can see the cops discriminate and violate rights.  They play favorites and punish the mentally disabled for hearing and sensing vibrations that are very, very real.

Would a band of outlaws be less hostile than FBPD?  I wonder.

My Most Recent Absence

Sinus infection.  Fever.  And right at this moment, coughing like I'm trying to hack up a hairball.  But I'm healthy enough to get out.

At least I'm not getting out to get away from my tormentors that FBPD thought were imaginary.  They moved and took their wall-shaking thumps, bangs, bumps, and drumming with them.  I'm having a cynical laugh at FBPDs' blazing foolishness by pissing away easy money like that for MONTHS.  Nope.  It's much easier for incompetent and unprofessional government twits like them to discriminate and violate American rights.

The fact the Banging Brood has moved doesn't mean I'll stop the blog.  The police still fail to do anything about the loud stereos wandering through the parking lot.  And there was a cop one time that SWORE to me that they do something about loud music.  Bull.  They can witness loud car stereos just as easily as anyone else at London Square Apartments.  But the cops won't do squat, which is what I've come to expect from them--a total waste of taxpayer money.

You'd think that a place that's reported to have the random carjacker would have increased patrols.  Oh well.

December 2, 2013 -- The Last Laugh is Mine, FBPD

It's official.  The Banging Brood has left.  And with them the thunderous racket they tortured me with since July 2, 2013.

That doesn't excuse FBPD for their lack of action though.  Not after blaming my mental illness as the sole cause for the noises they  CLAIM could not be corroborated.  You know, it helps if you actually talk to people that you didn't see just come home.  It also helps if you have chronic liars evaluated by experts instead of putting all the blame on me.  Idiots.  They're fools for not writing citations or doing to the Banging Brood what they did to me--haul them away for a psychiatric evaluation and some "cool down time" for seven days.

Aside from some thumps coming from upstairs and from the Pantry Punishers, it's been blissfully quiet.  I've been able to ENJOY movies again (at a volume not exceeding 20 out of 100) without those little monsters pounding the wall.

Farmers Branch, TX is run by fools.

I haven't seen patrols in the area for WEEKS.  And the people with loud stereos keep rolling through, normally occurring four times a day, every day.  Car alarms blare.  And the cops are anywhere other than the problem area that they all know about, but dutifully allow to turn ghetto.

Enjoy the decline in property values, folks.  And enjoy the rise in crime that YOU will have to fight, because the cops can't be counted on for jack squat.