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I Hate My Neighbor..

Neighbors - we all have them, whether they live a mile away or just on the other side of a paper-thin wall. So, they're your neighbors, and you have to try to be civil. Or do you?

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— I Hate My Neighbor —
It's a sad day when a working family has to wait in line while these fucking low life neighbors get to go ahead with there WIC cards and free state debit cards. My neighbor hood was all working family's that did the rite thing. Then they started moving in... just a few at a time so you wouldn't notice then the city gives them free housing. There worse than my fucking white trash neighbors. Whom I wish them death to the end of all times, may there children run out for the ball as the bus comes by! There kids, kids will be worse than there parents, because they don't care so why should they. If you want to have kids go have them in a fucking area with kids. NOT in our quite cornor. You now have a good picture of what we go through every day. Hope you drown at summer camp.

#5030 — Comments (5) — 9/21/2009 at 8:39 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
My neighbours to the right a from hell. The very people from a certain nationality are living yes, for the second time, directly next door to me. Aren't I so lucky?

No, you reply. You are right. These arseholes have come 'unannounced' without the Landlord's knowledge (a public housing landlord). First there was one male from this particular religion/nationality. He was so loud he could be heard inside my home, and his mates, all males, were loud too, coming and going all night long. Renovating the house after midnight, banging and hammering away without any regard for those who 'may' be sleeping or requiring peace, perhaps???

Anyway, then all of a sudden this fucking large family move in, one after the other. One burkha, then another burkha, then 2 smaller burkhas, bigger burkhas, children burkhas, women burkhas, more darleks and time machine capsules moved in.

More expensive vehicles, like mercedes benz, taragos, you name it, the cars are replaced with other new cars, old cars without plates, then back to the property brand spanking new.

OKay, a vehicle dealer bracket was going on.

Don't waste time, watch them, gather the info.

Get the facts and report everything to the authorities, diarise the events, the noise, the cars, the characters coming and going.

Hope to God, (My God), that this bunch of camel herders go to a district after they're evicted, where there are the same nationality as them, same noise as them, same shit as them.

Fight for your rights, fight for what you believe in, peace and privacy of your property and justice.

The property damage made to my property, by these middle eastern males is numerous, and they killed one of my pets.

They got away with it, but I have something else in mind, and that is to get them out, and to get someone else to replace them, a white christian, quiet law abiding person who is waiting to get public housing, and who require peace.

Good luck to me!

#5029 — Comments (13) — 9/18/2009 at 2:32 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
... and I probably should have. He is nothing but a white trash, wannabe gangsta, and we live in the fucking suburbs for Christ's sakes.

When I first moved in, I caught his fat little rugrat brat of a son stealing my mail. I just about killed the little bugger where he stood, but I figured, he's young... this is obviously something that the parents need to deal with. So I turned him in to his daddy, who didn't have much to say in his defense.

Turns out, the kid learns all of his bad behaviors from good ol' dad.

The guy likes to stay up late, really late, every night... playing loud rap music, throwing parties, drinking, and smoking pot on his front porch (yes, on his FRONT PORCH). I have nothing against pot smokers, but smoking on the front porch? In a nice middle-class suburban neighborhood? Give me a break. You're not "cool" because you get high, and this isn't the ghetto. Go smoke your weed privately in your basement like the rest of the suburban hippie throwbacks in the neighborhood.

As for the staying up all night part -- yeah, okay, I only know he stays up all night because I do too. But that's because I work nights. This guy DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A JOB. He makes his WIFE work while HE plays Mr. Mom. He's not even good at that. His kid runs around the neighborhood causing trouble all day long, and his dad is never outside watching him or spending any time with him (he's most likely in his basement getting stoned or drunk and doing "gangsta" poses in the mirror or something).

He thinks he's a gangsta, he dresses like a gangsta and tries to act "hard". Did I mention we live in the suburbs? I've lived in the ghetto before, I know what real gangstas look and act like. He's not one of them. I'll bet he's never been in a ghetto in his entire life. He's about 140 pounds of shit in a 5-foot-4 sack. Puny little white guy. I could knock him out cold with a dirty look, I wouldn't even have to lay my hands on him. My GIRLFRIEND could beat him up.

His friends are all losers, wasteoids, drug dealers and douchebags. They all drive piece of shit cars that they park in front of my house, leaking oil and all kinds of fluid in the street. They bring their snot-nosed kids over to play with his snot-nosed kid, and they all leave their toys on my lawn. I have half a mind to go out there and stomp them all into little bits and pieces, toss them into my neighbor's yard and set them on fire. You don't need more toys, white trash kid. Go tell your white trash parents to stop getting high and start spending some goddamn time raising you.

The kids also like to torture critters and stray animals in the neighborhood. Cats, dogs, raccoons, birds, rabbits -- you name it, they've intentionally either maimed or killed them. They've attempted to harm my girlfriend's cats. I comforted her by promising her that whatever they do to her cats, I will in turn do to them. I catch one of those brats kicking a cat? I will kick one of those brats. I'm not even kidding. I have much more respect for animals than I do for unruly and disrespectful children, and I won't hesitate to kill one of them to teach their parents a lesson in parenting. Don't want your kid getting killed? Teach them to fucking respect their elders, especially when they're on someone else's property.

Where was I... oh, yes. About the time I almost killed my neighbor. The father, like his son, also likes to torture critters. Go figure. I wonder why these winners haven't ended up forming a modern-day Manson family cult. Maybe they have to sell enough drugs to be able to afford their desert hideaway first. Who knows. Anyway...

So the "dad" (if you can call him that) likes to shoot off fireworks. Did I mention that? And no, we're not talking about the Fourth of July. This was more like April. April 3rd maybe. Who knows. Anyway, shooting off fireworks is a regular thing for this douchebag. He gets a thorough kick out of it. And I'm not talking about really cool fireworks with lots of light and colors, or even really explosive stuff. No, immature pussy shit. Like bottle rockets and firecrackers. Yeah. He loves to shoot this crap off at 3 in the morning. On a Wednesday night. In the middle of, say, September. He doesn't care. He's an immature idiot loser who is easily amused, I guess.

So anyway... I go outside one night because I hear him shooting off bottle rockets... and I notice one or two of them landing in my yard. We're in the middle of a drought, so my grass is kind of dry. Naturally I'm a little concerned. I go out with the intention of saying "hey, look, can you try to be a little more careful? Some of those are landing on my lawn, and I don't want them to start a fire."

But then I notice something. There are a couple of raccoons in my yard... and he is actually aiming the bottle rockets AT them. Intentionally AIMING his fireworks for my lawn, with the intent of harming some vermin. Just "for the fun of it," I guess. Pathetic! What is this guy, in junior high or something? Sad part is, he's probably about 35 years old. Older than I am.

Yeah. We've got ourselves a real winner here, don't we?

So then he sees me outside, looking around, examining the "evidence" on my lawn. He sneaks back into his house, quietly, acting like he was never there. Even though I clearly saw him hiding out on his front porch, a burning doobie in his hand. He figures, it's night time, it's dark out, maybe I didn't see him. Or so he hopes. I shoot an angry glance towards his house -- you know, sort of a warning glance. As if to say, "I caught you, don't let me catch you doing this shit again." So then I go back inside. Turn off my porch light. Act like everything is okay, like I went to bed or something. Of course, I didn't go to bed... I'm actually waiting, in the dark, by the window, watching and waiting for him to do something again.

One minute goes by... then two, then three. Nothing. Just when I think he is done playing his bottle rocket games, here comes another bottle rocket -- once again, right onto my lawn.

I literally snapped. I grabbed my knife (closest weapon to me at the time), threw my door open, and stormed out onto my lawn. I picked up the burning bottle rocket and threw it at his porch. Then I pulled out my blade, brandishing it in the moonlight, letting the sonovabitch get a good look at it before I gutted him with it. I've never seen anyone jump and scramble into their house so fast in my life. He slammed the door behind him, and I heard his door lock, and saw all of his lights go out. I stood out there for a few minutes, expecting him to come back out with a gun or something. I was foaming at the mouth, growling with rage. I was hoping he would come back out with a gun, so that I would have a valid excuse to stab him -- even if he did manage to get off a shot or two first. It would have been worth it. I doubt he's even a good shot anyway, if he even owns a gun. He's not really as "gangsta" as he tries to appear.

Five minutes went by, and nothing. He never came back out. He hasn't spoken to me since, and hey -- I haven't seen or heard him setting off any fireworks or setting foot on my property for any reason, either. He won't even look at me when I'm outside in my yard. I'll be honest, it's been relatively pleasant ever since that night. I don't think he realized, that I literally fear nothing, and that I don't give a shit. I'm not afraid to defend my property by any means necessary. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Including murder. He's lucky I went out there with my knife instead of my Beretta, he might not be alive today.

I think he learned a valuable lesson that night, though. I think he learned that being a "gangsta" isn't about getting high, or listening to rap music, or wearing baggy shorts and acting hard. It's about standing up for yourself, for your posse, and your shit, and not backing down to anyone, anywhere, anytime. No fear. Being willing to do anything to protect your property and to gain respect. I showed him that day, that the real gangsta is not the punkass little bitch that he sees in the mirror... no, the REAL gangsta is the seemingly normal-looking psychotic motherfucker who moved into the house next door, and who isn't about ready to put up with his shit or anybody else's.

Now STAY OFF MY LAWN MOTHERFUCKER or I'll bust a cap in your ass. I'm not even kidding.

#5028 — Comments (7) — 9/17/2009 at 3:52 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
I can't stand the fake Irish neighbors. We had a good thing going with our place and did alot of work on it. Know these fucking white trash moved in and built, pumped out kids and we have to suffer. The traveler's in Ireland would be better neighbors. Too add a even bigger load of crap is there cops.

#5027 — Comments (2) — 9/16/2009 at 8:08 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
I really hate my neighbors...all of them...I hate where I live. One set of neighbors spy on us all the time, even with binoculars, which we have a pool, that I can't enjoy...because if they are home....I know they are watching. I mean I got a friggin pool to have privacy so no one would see my cellulite!!!LOL The wife of the neighbor even planted evergreens to obstruct the view...but now she watches too. CREEPY!!! Because they will not make eye contact, and they give us the cold shoulder....especially since I opened my home to her drunk ass when she got hurt by some "fellow brethren" at her "church" WIERD!!! Then I have my other neighbors, that have different felons move in from time to time...one of which established a drug traficing business and a stolen goods business...he was finally caught, but the neighbors....won't even talk to me...but they will let armed felons live there and treat them like family. Then my other neighbors across the street are a different ethnic race than me and my family and I try to be nice and neighborly and wave...and open my home to them when their stoned asses accidently set their friggin home on fire...and then.... they give me the cold shoulder... don't even wave or acknowledge I've said hello as we are both checking our mail. Then down the street we have the old crusty pack rat that has garage sales every friggin weekend right at a stop sign so all the parked cars make it impossible for you to pull out from that intersection... who refuses to wave again different ethnic race...I have lived here 6 friggin years...I feel I have earned the right to be waved at regardless of my ethnic background. We have had car stereos stolen, cars keyed, cars stolen,windows busted lawn ornaments and garden hoses stolen, AND friggin PLANTS, as well as the camcorder delivered from the factory (repaired), and even our friggin Halloween friggin pumpkin STOLEN off of our front porch! My oldest son was jumped and beat with a crow bar....
The neighbors on that side of the street told police officers they didn't see a thing, of course we are of a different ethnic race...yeah they didn't see a thing when they were out front with a family reunion/barbeque.....I HATE WHERE I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#5026 — Comments (1) — 9/14/2009 at 10:06 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
Why don't they dress like we do, why don't they go to our schools, why don't they believe in what we believe, why don't they assimilate and integrate with OUR societal values???

You know why? Because they are a certain cult from a certain DEMI-god.

Should you visit or live in their country, you would be expected to wear Their Clothes, Their Religious Attire, Not Speak About Your God, Your Religion Openly, You would be expected to adhere to their customs, values, traditions and culture.

I know, I did and now I am against what they are doing in my country.

They have even ordered, in the local supermarket (which is their culture), a Woman to cover her face whilst in their supermarket. This Woman was not from their culture, not wearing the correct Religious Attire, she was a plain Jane going into a supermarket which was simply catering for a different culture.

Is this right? Is this what we wish to see? Is this what we have in mind for the new generation? Is this what we see as assimilation or segregation? Why is one culture more superior than the others?

You know why, because there are more of them, they produce fast and they are all brainwashed, mindless, idiots who have no way out.

They try to convert you if in their country, why don't we convert them in ours???

You know why, then we would be "DISCRIMINATING" AND we would be 'politically incorrect and possibly committing, vilification. You see they're protected, from being searched at shops, from removed the head covering in a bank or public buildings, but a bicycle or motorcyle helmet must be removed before entering any public building, or indeed, a bank, so why does this particular culture flaunt the rules???

Because they are unique in the making, because they can get away with it, soon they will be taking over the world, and you will see the overthrown world when they do this. Hopefully most of us won't be here to see it, because I certainly already do not recognise my own country for what it used to be in the 80s, and God help me, I certainly won't recognise it in another 10 years even more.

FROM:
Been there, done that, person who has seen the hypocrisy and shit from this certain breed of 'bad machines' mindless and senseless 'creatures'

#5025 — Comments (2) — 9/14/2009 at 11:45 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
Pink Sneakers Productions and TLC are currently casting for a new documentary series entitled "Life Chronicles: I hate my neighbor".

Here is some more info on the project:
"Life Chronicles" aims to inspire and/or enlighten others by relaying the personal experiences of those facing exceptional circumstances or coping with life-altering events in a true documentary-style format. Each show intends to tackle a different life-altering topic, including an episode dedicated to feuding with neighbors. We're interested in exploring each story through a personal perspective and show how feuding with your neighbor affects you on a daily basis.

I'd like to thank you in advance for sharing your story with us!

In the meantime, feel free to check out some of the programming on the TLC network, a division of Discovery. They do a lot of documentary programming:
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#5024 — Comments (1) — 9/7/2009 at 4:08 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
Our neighbors are copy cats. If we start grilling out, then they do. I if I wear my hair a certain way, she's wearing in that way the next day. If my husband starts cutting grass, hers starts cutting the grass. I know that everyone does these things, but with them it is so obvious.

#5023 — Comments (7) — 9/6/2009 at 1:45 PM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
ALL NOISY NEIGHBOURS SHOULD GO TO THE bottle shop!

#5022 — Comments (2) — 9/4/2009 at 10:58 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

— I Hate My Neighbor —
Where was the life when you could depend on a nice good neighbour, where you could borrow some sugar or milk or have a good cup of coffee with them?

Where are those days when you could rely on your neighbour to watch your property for you, your pets, your kids?

Where are those days when the quiet neighbour was in abundance?

#5021 — Comments (4) — 9/4/2009 at 10:17 AM — That's Juicy! (0) — That's Lame. (0)

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