There’s a few things on my mind today, so lets see if I can shake some shit loose.

"Madrescopata! Che asshole ha prenotato queste scimmie ballanti"?

That’s what the Pope must’a been thinking the other day as he sat in the fuckin Vatican watching the break-dancer’s do their thing. It might just be me, but I think the Pope has better shit to do then watch Shabba Do and his crew pop and lock.

Over in Sacramento, California there’s a retired couple losing their home because they got fucked over by their neighborhood homeowner’s association. It all has to do with a dispute with the homeowner’s association over unpaid dues, and unknown to a lot people, associations have the power in some states to foreclose for past-due bills, regardless of the amount. And the amount is in question? $125.
In the past when I owned a home, I had to deal with my neighborhood homeowner’s association. And I’m here to tell you; I hated those uptight, pious, do-goody, dog blowing fuckers with a passion. You scrimp and save to get your home, your piece of the American Dream. Then you find out that you live in a neighborhood that has a homeowner’s association. You don’t think too much of it as you go about the business of getting your new home in order. Until you come home from work one day to find a letter shoved under your front door. It’s a letter from the neighborhood homeowner’s association, welcoming you to the neighborhood, and to inform you that there’s a homeowner’s meeting later that week. So you figure since you’re new to this shit and that you want to play nice, you’ll go to their little meeting just to see what’s up. But once there you realize you’re in the midst of a bunch of black booted Sieg Heil muthafuckers, who are sitting there telling you how they want your home to look. Telling you that you can paint your home only certain colors, telling you that you need their express permission before you do anything to the exterior of the home. In short you gots a bunch of lily-white cocksuckers telling you how THEY want your house to look. Then the letters start coming in from the cocksuckin homeowner’s association. You grass has to be cut on a more regular basis, cause it looks like shit. Those plants that you think are pretty flowers? Well they’re not, get rid of em cause they look like shit. You can’t be putting the trash out on the curb for pickup a day early cause it looks like shit. And here’s the kicker, for every letter they send you, these crapulating muthafucker’s are also sending a copy to the city. So that not only are you getting hassled by them, but you got some eager beaver city inspector beating down your front door wanting to know why you’re such a hard to deal with asshole and why does your place look like shit? A pox on neighborhood homeowner’s associations, and all their scurvy infected ilk!