Joseph's latest spewage in the newsletter where he attempts to villanize me for removing him from as a moderator from the neighborhood listserv conveniently (for him) omits from his timeline the fact that he went missing from October 2003 until October 2004.
He simply disappeared from the neighborhood and stopped helping with moderating the listserv. He did not give me notice that he was not going to be able to keep up with his duties as listserv moderator. He just vanished. If you look through the listserv history during the time period in question, you'll see that not one submission was by him and I can attest to the fact that he didn't lift a finger to help moderate the listservs during that time.
I guess he decided to take a one year hiatus from his responsibilities and didn't tell me.
After I while, I got tired of him getting credit for being part of the listserv operations when he wasn't doing anything to help at all, so I removed him from the moderators list.
His spewage in this month's newsletter is the first notice that I've had from him that he had any interest in running the listserv since October 2003.
I just wanted to set the record straight.
Jeff
It's amazing how readily other people will give up any power they have in a situation and give it to someone else.
Apparently, from the complaints that I've heard, I've been empowered with the ability to bring this neighborhood to its social and political knees. That's a heck of a lot of power to give up to one person.
Personally, I don't claim it nor want it; however, if this neighborhood needs a scapegoat in order to be able to live with their lies and their repressed emotions, then I'm as good a person as anyone. I don't mind being the lightning rod of all the ills the neighborhood. I aint going to stop.
Basically, what I have been doing is holding up the arguments of others to the light. Holding them right up there where everyone can see the flies and the drippings -- maybe even get a good whiff of it and get sickened by them. Apparently, I'm doing a pretty darned good job of it. Those that would rather me become a male equivalent of Carol Milford have come out of the woodwork.
I'm not trying to win friends. I'm not trying to bring others to my side. The sides have already been chosen. I'm just making people have to live with their decisions and make them realize that they have made a decision. Maybe they'll be sickened by it. Maybe they'll be emboldened by it. Most of them will ignore it. That's their own business.
All I know is that I made a decision that the bullying that has been going on in this neighborhood will meet with opposition from me. They no longer will be able to bully and not pay a price. I will be there to show them for what they are. Some people will get it. Some people won't be so lucky. Some people could care less and other will find it the funniest dang thing they read that day.
I'm here for all of these people and unless some foul play befalls me or I get run over by a bus on Main Street, I'm here to stay.
Working towards a better Gopher Prairie,
Jeff
What's with these people? They keep making just huge mistakes and making it way too easy for me.
What kind of person would think that they would come out looking better -- improving their standing in the neighborhood by threatening someone on their door step? What kind of person comes right out and leaks the true reason for a vendetta in front of a room full of people? What kind of person doesn't see that they are marginalizing themselves step by step with every hair-brained email message?
It is utterly amazing to me. I sit here with an astonished grin on my face.
Make me his project, hell. What the heck does he think I've been up to for the past month or so?
I just had a visitation by Michael Zirkle! He rang my bell, I greeted him warmly, and he proceed to ask me "if I had anything to say to him". So I repeated pretty much everything that I'd said over the past 24 hours on his and Joseph's secret love-fest hideaway on the internet. Basically that Michael was a little daft by stating that profit making for the Boylan Heights Association was just deplorable.
He then proceeded to tell me that I was one of those people that "hide behind their mouse and keyboard". He then told me that I should leave his friends alone or that he would "make me his project". He then called me an asshole (his favorite word both written and spoken) and a few other curse words. I'm not sure what he meant by "making me his project", but I told him that he and his lot were already my project, which means that I will continue to challenge their email messages and their motions at the association meetings until they give up and stop treating this neighborhood as their personal fiefdom.
He walked away down my front walk out to the sidewalk and as he walked, I told him to "get off my property, asshole, and don't come back". He proceeded to grumble a few expletives and then started walking across the street into the path of a car. I warned him to look out for the car, which he didn't like much.
Then he walked up to his car.. stopped a second, his entire body became stiff as a board, turned to his right and walked around to the passenger side door of his car opened it, clambered around inside and opened the driver's side door from inside, then got out, walked around to the driver's side. I noticed while he was doing this interest little jig with his car doors that there was a long dent in the side of his car that apparentlykept him from opening the car door from the outside. I suggested to him that he ought to have that fixed. Again another snarling sneer from Mikey. I was almost laughing at that point.
How utterly demoralizing to come all the way across the neighborhood, not have me cower in his presence, to have me yell at him to get off my property and not come back and finally have to suffer the indignity of not being able to gracefully enter his vehicle and spirit himself away.
I suggested that he had better be more careful driving, and that he had better not come back. He grumbled another expletive and drove away.
Poor Mikey had his piece he wanted to recite to me all memorized and was just so completely sure how the whole interaction would go. He figured that he would have his sermon on the mount, I would fall at his knees in supplication, and the world would be his; however, when it came down to it and it didn't go the way that he planned -- he was stuck. He could not think outside the box. He tried about 4 or 5 times to get his speach spoken, but it just didn't have the withering effect that he was expecting. I guess he thought, "oh, he must not have heard me, I better say it again. I'm sure if he hears what I have to say that he'll scamper away in fear". Guess again, Mikey.
I then called the police. They came and took a report. I gave him Mikey's name and address and explained the situation and that I'd told him to get off of my property and not to come back. They asked if I would like to have them talk to him. I decided not to. I just wanted them to put into their report that I had specifically told Mikey to get off of my property and never come back. That way, if Mikey were ever let his emotions get the better of him again (I know they will), I can show a pattern of abuse by Mikey and get him arrested for tresspassing or else just get a restraining order against him.
I feel the love, baby!
Oh, one final note. Mikey had better hope that not one blade of grass on my lawn is bent, not one shrub disturbed, not one fleck of paint is missing, and not one member of my family is inconvenienced in any way for the next couple of months, because if anything does turn-up amiss, he is suspect number one and I will bring the full force of the legal system down on him. Verbal sparring over the internet is one thing, but threats of malice are quite another. Welcome to the next level.
Unbelieveable. Joseph is apparently trying to buy his way into the good graces of the neighborhood with film passes that he just happened to come across. How convenient.
It would appear that in his family of origin, that buying off is the way disagreements were handled.
In such a family, there's no real communication or concern for the other members. As long as the cash keeps coming, nobody complains and nobody learns empathy or respect for other people.
"Johnny, no, I'm not going to your baseball game. I have a business meeting. Here's $50. Go knock yourself out."
Disgusted,
Jeff
We received an interesting postal mailing yesterday from a pornographic material distributor. At that point, I knew that I was having a positive effect in the neighborhood.
You know that you're making headway against your adversaries when they resort to signing you up for porn.
It shows that they have reached the end of their wits (short trip ?), and they will resort to what they consider "dirty tricks"... or else they wanted to share one of the pleasures in their meager lives with me...
Anyway, we had a good laugh and chucked it in the garbage.
By the way, we put the garbage can out on the curb Wednesday nights if you want to dig it out for your collection.
Jeff