Come th-Fuck On!!!!

According to Google Street View...

They have a lovely yard, and a yard waste bin.

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AND a perfectly lovely stretch of trail upon where they can dump whatever they like///

Send your thoughts and praises to:

16115 NE 105th Ct

Redmond, WA 98052

%Dumpy Dumping Bitch

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Some lady was lopping a pile of tree limbs which she had dragged, from her back yard, out to the trail in the straightaway east of 104th.  

I've seen neighbors dumping their yard waste on the trail, and it drives me insane.  I've taken it up with code enforcement Officer McCarthy, but I've never gotten results.

I decided I'd snap a picture of the lady in the act, and later assess whether or not she did a considerate job of dumping in the commons.  

However, I wasn't able to snap the picture because there was this looming man who was walking his dog and stopping every 20 feet and looking over his shoulder, and he was taking his sweet time passing this lady whom, even though I think is terrible, I don't think was committing an act deserving of being stalked by some creepo who drove himself to the trail, and parked his car at the 104th crossing.  

So, instead of taking a picture of her, I took a picture of his car because you never know.  

Observed Trend

Oh neat!

Some selfish fuck replaced my palm with the damaged bollard.  

My neighborly neighbor pointed out that the staple was probably sawed off, instead of clipped off, because the ends are not pinched.  

That probably took forever to cut.  

I bet when he was cutting the second side, he stopped caring about the passing cars.

Now that the bollard is back in place, can you see how the ravaged staple no longer aligns with the grey, square hasp?

That's because the fucking pig, who stole our palm, didn't clean all the dirt from the planter.  

What a furious, selfish thief.  

Aww, I love when my aggression corrupts others.  

-Neighbor out.

Thwarted

These awful sunglasses, and this key, I took with me to the trail today.  

They are symbols of my aggression. 

Usually I take nothing to the trail, but my jogging gear.  

Those of you waiting for the berry's to ripen can probably understand that I've waited, a very long week, to reep what I've sewn on the trail... and it's a beautiful seafair Saturday.

With the bollard in sight, I was so excited to get a look at the trail.

Mother Fucker vitiated the bollard!

The lock is gone, and one of the boats is gone.

That shitty fucking asshole couldn't get through my lock, so he sabotaged the staple.

Twice!

The bollard was not his to modify and the lock was not his to take... but it is Seafair weekend, after all.

I lost my shit for a second.  I got really pissed.  

I got really, really, really pissed.

Really fucking pissed.

I would never fuck with the guy's house, but I did walk passed the front of it.

He's not even at Seafair!!!!!!!

I'd like to think that sabotaging the bollard took so long that he missed the opportunity to launch his boat at a sensible time.

Maybe it ruined his Seafair, the same way he ruined part of the trail.  

Being that this guy has rendered the middle bollard obsolete, I have planted a fucking palm in its place.  

I think it's really quite lovely.  

Look!  You can still see it all the way over there.

Hi Palm!!!!!

-Neighbor out.

The Power of Action

This is the narrow opening to the trail on the west side of 104th.

These are called Bollards, and they're used to obstruct motor vehicles.

When a vehicle needs to access the trail, the bollard in the middle is unlocked and removed.

This one looks locked, but it's actually not.

These boats belong to a guy who figured out how to remove the unlocked bollard (around 9:45pm last wednesday night) in the dark.

This is Seafair weekend.

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This is a $15 lock which you can get at Home Depot.  

Enjoy your beloved Seafair, Guy Who Parks His Boats On The Trail.

-Neighbor out.