This one comes to us from Miamisburg, Ohio. A handicapped woman who’s fitted with a prosthetic leg, was given a handicap parking spot in front of her house.
That angered at least one neighbor who began parking in her spot after leaving the nastiest note! The story has already gone viral on Facebook. After reading the note linked below, see if you think this story should go even more viral.
(link to story about 26-year-old handicapped woman)
If you live in an HOA, remember you don’t actually own your own home. It’s owned jointly by every member of the neighborhood. That means when your HOA gets sued the damage judgments are shared equally by every member of the neighborhood. If your board does something outrageous enough to precipitate a lawsuit you could face an outrageous special assessment to pay the damage award.
With that in mind, read this next link. An HOA cuts off the water to a disabled resident. A lawsuit? Get ready to shell out big bucks.
(link to story on Atlanta surgery patient who lost her access to water)
Not only that, but this fascist HOA leader claims to own all copyrights of all material posted by his Windemere Cay Homeowners Association.
From what store are these idiots buying their supplies of Stupid Juice?
| FLORIDA-FRIENDLY LANDSCAPING? HAVING FUN? |
| Opinion By Jan BergemannPublished March 1, 2015 All over Florida we see lawsuits popping up against owners who use the laws established in 2009 by the Florida Legislature [FS 720.3075 (4)(a) and FS 373.185] to change their landscaping to preserve water and avoid heavy fertilizing with dangerous chemicals. There was reason this law passed — and the folks insisting that the original rules of the community have to be obeyed by should finally realize that Florida-Friendly Landscaping can look as well very pretty, sometimes a lot nicer than a boring green lawn.But since laws obviously haven’t changed their minds yet, maybe some humor will?Here it goes: GOD and LAWN CARE GOD to ST. FRANCIS: Frank, … You know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles. It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers ‘weeds’ and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass. Grass? But, it’s so boring. It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It’s sensitive to temperatures. Do theseSuburbanites really want all that grass growing there? Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn. The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy. ST FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week. They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay? ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags. They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it? No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away. Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away? Yes, Sir. These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work. ST. FRANCIS: You aren’t going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it. What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It’s a natural cycle of life. ST. FRANCIS: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away. No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose? After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves. And where do they get this mulch? They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch. Enough! I don’t want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you’re in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight? ST. CATHERINE: ‘Dumb and Dumber’, Lord. It’s a story about…. Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
ARE WE HAVING FUN YET? |
One the the greatest things about this Neighbors At War website is it brings people together in a very unusual way. Most women meet for coffee, a museum tour, book club, or quilting retreat to enhance their social lives. Men meet for a beer, golf outing, or a fishing trip to Alaska. But regardless of our “outside” interests we all “meet” every day or a few times per week on this website. Are we just compelled to read about the sickness that prevails in America’s HOAs? Or are we hoping for an outside chance of some humor to be found here?
This story was sent to me by a friend who finds herself reading the fascinating entertainment of Neighbors At War has become part of her daily routine. She sends me emails that only say: “OMG!” or “CRAZY!” or “NO WAY!” And on a rare occasion she sends “LOL!” With each passing day she is more and more thankful she does not live in an HOA! Today, she sent this story from Portland. I see a good deal of humor in it, so I’m sharing.
Thank you, MG for emailing the link! (I’m using initials to protect identity since her home is surrounded by HOAs. I don’t want her to end up on the area’s HOA radar screen and become their newest target)
This gal lives in Portland and tells her story of the challenging and tiring efforts she made to paint her front porch. She shares the pictures and it’s obvious she likes her house to look cheerful and welcoming. She shares her back story of what a painted porch meant in her growing up days. It certainly would not hold that meaning in the HOAs of America. It could be the catalyst to having her house foreclosed on by the HOA but she was brave…and now…she awaits the arrival of the Porch Paint Nazis.
I hope this story will make you smile, too!
