Police Corruption, Drugs Incorporated, Middle Class Neighborhoods

I am fixing to start mixing a great big bowl of shit. I live in a bad area of town. Well, it used to be a working class neighborhood that slide down hill. The old people who lived here were working good-hearted people.  It used to be a middle class neighborhood.  One of the ones that children could roam the neighborhood until the street lights or hunger brought them home.  Everyone keep their houses and yards nice and they didn’t have to worry about pedophiles, computer porn or drugs on the street corners.  It’s the new ones that are the problem. That plus a few white trash drug dealers. Everyone remembers when the meth dealer got busted. He got slapped with possession with intent to manufacture and distribute on cocaine.  Looking at some hard time.  Why did he get out of jail quick?  Let me tell you.   He rolled on everyone above him.  Cut a deal with the cops to work with their undercover cops to bring them down.  The police turn a blind eye to the drugs and crimes the dealer does. He has a get out of jail card.  The undercover cop/drug dealer had one of those fancy stereos, well several, and it parks in front of my house because I’m not afraid of calling the police, so they try to intimidate, harass me.  Sorry, it doesn’t work, it just makes me film more.  I have film of their drug deals, their cars, their tag numbers, you name it I got it.  I also receive an email from the Police Department called cyberwatch that lists the stops and crime reports within a half mile radius of my house.  There is also a part at the bottom where you can report things from in your neighborhood.  I know who belongs in this neighborhood and who doesn’t.  Everybody knows what the undercover SUV’s look like.  A white one, a dark blue one and a champagne colored one.  I know they are undercover because they had a drug bust a little ways down from my cross street and they parked from the stop sign on the corner, bumper to bumper.  A swat team member walked up to the passenger side of the vehicles and spoke to whoever was in all three cars.  Then they left.  I let the Internal Affairs office know and spoke to two detectives about it.  Now on to the ones that are messing with me now. A Chrysler Hemi.  This car has been in the neighborhood off and on for months.  The sound coming out of those speakers actually hurt my chest and ears.  I contacted the police again.  The noise stopped for about a day and a half.  Then it was back at it.  The last time I contacted the police about it, I told them I would hate to have to call the news media about the things that are going on in the neighborhood. A Walkabout down the street complete with pictures and video of the slumlord on the right (he’s also a child molester ), the drug dealer and his law enforcement posse with the wheelchair ramp off the porch on the left, to the other drug dealer on down the block with a double decker wheelchair ramp porch. He’s on the right side of the street.  What is it with these wheel chair ramps?  Oh, I know!  Do you ever see the police shaking down and searching (besides the airport) disabled folks in the neighborhood?  Running drugs in the neighborhood.  The people in the wheelchairs are disabled, one even gets on the handicap bus, but they live with drug dealers. They even use young couples (below drinking age) with a child and the stroller is the drug vehicle.  You see them walk round and round the block with their kid with fishing poles tucked in, like they’re going fishing somewhere.  Cops don’t search them much either. See if the public can help me in identifying these criminals.  I have given the police the make, model, color and tag numbers to no avail.

So, dear readers, what should I do??  It would be so much nicer if they just quit $’ing with me.  Some people think I would get shot. Maybe I will but I refuse to live in an area with crime everywhere and the cops joining in on it and me not do a damn thing about it.  If you are sick of living in a bad neighborhood. Piss on snitches get stitches bullshit.  I might get a stitch, but you are going to jail and lose your pension too if I get you popped with criminal behavior.  Oh and I might see about PST from your behavior.

Up date today 11-28.  Now I must tell you about the lazy person that lives in my house got a talking to this morning.  I told him I was about tired of his shit and he could just go find somewhere else to live.  It all started when I saw him dump his third “best friend”, the one that would hire him when no one else would.  He dropped the couple of friends that introduced me to him.  They got busted and he dropped them.  The next friend he dumped was an older lady (that he could use her for something) and when he couldn’t get any more from her, he dropped her too.  He is just mean inside.  Today we are going to my families house for a delayed Thanksgiving, I told him if he was going to act like he has for the last eight years I’d just as soon you stay home.  He acted at first like he was glad he didn’t have to go.  The has been the rudest person ever at family functions.  He doesn’t talk or socialize, he stays in the yard if he can and once he sat in the car.  I’m sick of this.  I have had my roof leaking for about nine months and the ceiling in the spare bedroom needs to be fixed.  I have asked him and asked him to do something to it.  He pissed off my handy man so bad, he won’t come over.  This morning when I told him I was about tired of him, he told me that he was going to get a roofer over here to fix it.  Last night in bed, he slipped off my birthstone ring.  This morning I gave him the rest of them.  He picked them up and put them in his sock drawer.  He griped about having to buy groceries, like he doesn’t eat any of it, the light bill and the cable.  I told him he used the lights too and that I would cut the cable off in a New York minuet.  I hate paying for cable when all you watch are the same of shit over and over.  He doesn’t pay and rent around here and hasn’t for over eight years.  He takes the money he would have to pay anywhere else to indulge in his hobby.

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About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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