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Post by Phil Maurice on Mar 31, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -5
I've written here before about my passionate neighbor, Rael and his fondness for high-decibel vulgarity. The apple, unsurprisingly, maintains a close proximity to the tree. Rael's son Wyatt, 24 and with a pretty, young wife and toddler was visiting with his mother today. I know this because as I took the dog outside, Wyatt was engaged in an argument with his wife on the phone, a conversation which I overheard. No, that's not accurate; it implies that I was eavesdropping.
As I took the dog out, I was confronted with an expletive-laden diatribe as Wyatt bellowed at the top of his voice into the phone at his wife from his mother's front yard. It was public and inescapable. Two neighbor boys across the street dropped their Transformers and stood, stunned by the withering rant.
Most of the contents can't be reproduced here without turning the forum into an adult site, but I feel like I have to capture this spectacular airing of soiled linens. It began as a disagreement over who should be home with the infant while the other was out doing other things. Here, cleaned up, is how the conversation ended.
Wyatt: "Why don't you go pleasure some of my friends, or your ex-boyfriends, or all of the other guys you cheated on me with, you darned prostitute!"
He then kicked something (his mother's front door?) several times and retreated inside. Incredible.
We've lived here more than fifteen years and are well-acquainted with Rael's frequent, loud, public castigation of his family, as well as his occasional howling, but it was really something to see the torch passed on to a new generation. I felt a lump in my throat. Turns out it was my gorge rising.
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Post by hondobrode on Mar 31, 2016 17:27:30 GMT -5
How horrible !
Inexcusable and immature to say the least.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 17:44:21 GMT -5
I've written here before about my passionate neighbor, Rael and his fondness for high-decibel vulgarity. The apple, unsurprisingly, maintains a close proximity to the tree. Rael's son Wyatt, 24 and with a pretty, young wife and toddler was visiting with his mother today. I know this because as I took the dog outside, Wyatt was engaged in an argument with his wife on the phone, a conversation which I overheard. No, that's not accurate; it implies that I was eavesdropping. As I took the dog out, I was confronted with an expletive-laden diatribe as Wyatt bellowed at the top of his voice into the phone at his wife from his mother's front yard. It was public and inescapable. Two neighbor boys across the street dropped their Transformers and stood, stunned by the withering rant. Most of the contents can't be reproduced here without turning the forum into an adult site, but I feel like I have to capture this spectacular airing of soiled linens. It began as a disagreement over who should be home with the infant while the other was out doing other things. Here, cleaned up, is how the conversation ended. Wyatt: "Why don't you go pleasure some of my friends, or your ex-boyfriends, or all of the other guys you cheated on me with, you darned prostitute!" He then kicked something (his mother's front door?) several times and retreated inside. Incredible. We've lived here more than fifteen years and are well-acquainted with Rael's frequent, loud, public castigation of his family, as well as his occasional howling, but it was really something to see the torch passed on to a new generation. I felt a lump in my throat. Turns out it was my gorge rising. lololololololololol! I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, really. It's not funny. What he did is not funny. Your description is, though. Wyatt is his name? Why don't I ever meet people named Wyatt? Anyway, sounds classy. O.o But, really, that behavior is disgusting. And it seems as though there will another generation of Wyatts probably growing up like that as well. My neighbors do not yell at each other. I mean, the worst that has been yelled is "Aww, HELL. The dog got out." I don't know how I live so close to Chicago, but you'd think a lot of these people from my city were from Alabama. I don't understand the southern accent from some of them. The loudest my neighbors get is, well, the running joke in my house is that they must carry dead bodies from their house to the alley every single day. We have no clue what they are dragging, but it's at least once a day, and it sounds HEAVY. And while out with my dog once, I found a pair of the man's drawers in my yard with his last name on them. Actually, my dog found them. *sigh* Complete white trash. I don't even understand how these things happen.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 17:45:38 GMT -5
Unbelievable and yet sad to read this Phil and I understand the story quite clear! ... He should had known better and don't air out your frustrations in public. Sorry that you had to hear his rants Phil!
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Post by Gene on Mar 31, 2016 19:58:20 GMT -5
I think I've managed to line up Summer employment. I was already expecting to teach a drawing course and my department head emailed me today asking if I could pick up an online art appreciation course, too. Time to unclench.
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Post by realjla on Apr 1, 2016 1:11:10 GMT -5
I've written here before about my passionate neighbor, Rael and his fondness for high-decibel vulgarity. The apple, unsurprisingly, maintains a close proximity to the tree. Rael's son Wyatt, 24 and with a pretty, young wife and toddler was visiting with his mother today. I know this because as I took the dog outside, Wyatt was engaged in an argument with his wife on the phone, a conversation which I overheard. No, that's not accurate; it implies that I was eavesdropping. As I took the dog out, I was confronted with an expletive-laden diatribe as Wyatt bellowed at the top of his voice into the phone at his wife from his mother's front yard. It was public and inescapable. Two neighbor boys across the street dropped their Transformers and stood, stunned by the withering rant. Most of the contents can't be reproduced here without turning the forum into an adult site, but I feel like I have to capture this spectacular airing of soiled linens. It began as a disagreement over who should be home with the infant while the other was out doing other things. Here, cleaned up, is how the conversation ended. Wyatt: "Why don't you go pleasure some of my friends, or your ex-boyfriends, or all of the other guys you cheated on me with, you darned prostitute!" He then kicked something (his mother's front door?) several times and retreated inside. Incredible. We've lived here more than fifteen years and are well-acquainted with Rael's frequent, loud, public castigation of his family, as well as his occasional howling, but it was really something to see the torch passed on to a new generation. I felt a lump in my throat. Turns out it was my gorge rising. "Pleasure" them and the horse they rode in on.:-)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2016 1:42:43 GMT -5
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Post by Icctrombone on Apr 1, 2016 4:43:49 GMT -5
I've written here before about my passionate neighbor, Rael and his fondness for high-decibel vulgarity. The apple, unsurprisingly, maintains a close proximity to the tree. Rael's son Wyatt, 24 and with a pretty, young wife and toddler was visiting with his mother today. I know this because as I took the dog outside, Wyatt was engaged in an argument with his wife on the phone, a conversation which I overheard. No, that's not accurate; it implies that I was eavesdropping. As I took the dog out, I was confronted with an expletive-laden diatribe as Wyatt bellowed at the top of his voice into the phone at his wife from his mother's front yard. It was public and inescapable. Two neighbor boys across the street dropped their Transformers and stood, stunned by the withering rant. Most of the contents can't be reproduced here without turning the forum into an adult site, but I feel like I have to capture this spectacular airing of soiled linens. It began as a disagreement over who should be home with the infant while the other was out doing other things. Here, cleaned up, is how the conversation ended. Wyatt: "Why don't you go pleasure some of my friends, or your ex-boyfriends, or all of the other guys you cheated on me with, you darned prostitute!" He then kicked something (his mother's front door?) several times and retreated inside. Incredible. We've lived here more than fifteen years and are well-acquainted with Rael's frequent, loud, public castigation of his family, as well as his occasional howling, but it was really something to see the torch passed on to a new generation. I felt a lump in my throat. Turns out it was my gorge rising. I am sure that this display , in some way, is fallout from the " Jerry Springer" Generation and it's spinoff shows where young ignorant people feel it's okay to have public spectacles in terrible language. Maybe your neighbor and his son want a reality show like the other ghetto, lowlife people I continue to see on TV. Sorry PM, that you have to be on the Maury Povich Show in your front yard.
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Post by The Captain on Apr 1, 2016 7:23:14 GMT -5
I think I've managed to line up Summer employment. I was already expecting to teach a drawing course and my department head emailed me today asking if I could pick up an online art appreciation course, too. Time to unclench. Congrats, Gene! I'm sure that's a huge weight off your shoulders and will make things less stressful for you going forward.
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Post by DE Sinclair on Apr 1, 2016 7:53:39 GMT -5
I've written here before about my passionate neighbor, Rael and his fondness for high-decibel vulgarity. The apple, unsurprisingly, maintains a close proximity to the tree. Rael's son Wyatt, 24 and with a pretty, young wife and toddler was visiting with his mother today. I know this because as I took the dog outside, Wyatt was engaged in an argument with his wife on the phone, a conversation which I overheard. No, that's not accurate; it implies that I was eavesdropping. As I took the dog out, I was confronted with an expletive-laden diatribe as Wyatt bellowed at the top of his voice into the phone at his wife from his mother's front yard. It was public and inescapable. Two neighbor boys across the street dropped their Transformers and stood, stunned by the withering rant. Most of the contents can't be reproduced here without turning the forum into an adult site, but I feel like I have to capture this spectacular airing of soiled linens. It began as a disagreement over who should be home with the infant while the other was out doing other things. Here, cleaned up, is how the conversation ended. Wyatt: "Why don't you go pleasure some of my friends, or your ex-boyfriends, or all of the other guys you cheated on me with, you darned prostitute!" He then kicked something (his mother's front door?) several times and retreated inside. Incredible. We've lived here more than fifteen years and are well-acquainted with Rael's frequent, loud, public castigation of his family, as well as his occasional howling, but it was really something to see the torch passed on to a new generation. I felt a lump in my throat. Turns out it was my gorge rising. What's amazing to me is that you've had to put up with it for 15 years. One of my rules to live by is to try to never engage with deranged people (so why agree to be a moderator on the internet you may ask? I wouldn't do it anywhere but here), but have you ever said anything to these people? Or, if you don't want to confront nuts like these, call the police during one of the more prolonged incidents? Neither you, your family, or your neighbors should have to put up with that crap.
And howling? Is there any correlation to the phase of the moon?
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Post by Phil Maurice on Apr 1, 2016 8:40:19 GMT -5
What's amazing to me is that you've had to put up with it for 15 years. One of my rules to live by is to try to never engage with deranged people (so why agree to be a moderator on the internet you may ask? I wouldn't do it anywhere but here), but have you ever said anything to these people? Or, if you don't want to confront nuts like these, call the police during one of the more prolonged incidents? Neither you, your family, or your neighbors should have to put up with that crap.And howling? Is there any correlation to the phase of the moon? The police have been called a few times, though never by me. My personal feeling is that there's no situation so desperate and dangerous that a cop can't make it worse. I've had very few one-on-ones with Rael. His kids (boys) and my kids (girls) played together when they were very young, but drifted apart in middle school and are strangers now. Rael despises me, and I find him boorish and unpleasant, so we avoid each other. The mother, Cindy, is on disability for an undefined ailment, and most days is mildly-to-completely incoherent due to an addiction to prescription meds. This also cost her her driver's license many years ago. She is essentially a shut-in. On her good days, she is pleasant enough and we chat blandly about our kids and such. On the more frequent bad days, heavily intoxicated, she can be heard loudly picking fights with Rael at all hours (5:30 a.m. is not uncommon). Thing is, with the exception of that clan, it's a nice neighborhood, quiet, pleasant, friendly. And there are lighter moments, too. A week or so ago, my wife and I were sitting on the front porch. Wyatt and his mother were on theirs. Wyatt suddenly exclaims that a lighted object in the clear, night sky is a UFO! Wyatt: (*Expletives deleted) "Look at the * way it's moving, changing direction and * and slowing down like that! That's not a plane, Mom! That's a ** UFO!" (My wife and I had the same view of the object, and it was obviously a plane.) Cindy (retreating into the house): "Come inside before you get zapped!" Delightful! So, we've started using "come inside before you get zapped" as often as we can because it's just so zany and hilarious.
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Post by Prince Hal on Apr 1, 2016 8:52:28 GMT -5
What's amazing to me is that you've had to put up with it for 15 years. One of my rules to live by is to try to never engage with deranged people (so why agree to be a moderator on the internet you may ask? I wouldn't do it anywhere but here), but have you ever said anything to these people? Or, if you don't want to confront nuts like these, call the police during one of the more prolonged incidents? Neither you, your family, or your neighbors should have to put up with that crap.And howling? Is there any correlation to the phase of the moon? And there are lighter moments, too. A week or so ago, my wife and I were sitting on the front porch. Wyatt and his mother were on theirs. Wyatt suddenly exclaims that a lighted object in the clear, night sky is a UFO! Wyatt: (*Expletives deleted) "Look at the * way it's moving, changing direction and * and slowing down like that! That's not a plane, Mom! That's a ** UFO!" (My wife and I had the same view of the object, and it was obviously a plane.) Cindy (retreating into the house): "Come inside before you get zapped!" Delightful! So, we've started using "come inside before you get zapped" as often as we can because it's just so zany and hilarious. This last bit made me think of a video that went locally viral (Is there such a thing?) last summer of a couple of guys from out our way who combined a nigh ceaseless parade of F-bombs with an astonishing lack of piscatorial knowledge. For a brief moment they were the toast of the town, even appearing once on a sports staion to read the headlines and -- naturally -- hawking T-shirts. I won't link to it b/c the language makes it unsafe for work, but it's easy to find on You Tube. ("Boston guys find giant fish" did the trick for me just now.) As Ralphie said of his father's linguistic talents in A Christmas Story, "[They] worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay."
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Post by DE Sinclair on Apr 1, 2016 9:05:15 GMT -5
And there are lighter moments, too. A week or so ago, my wife and I were sitting on the front porch. Wyatt and his mother were on theirs. Wyatt suddenly exclaims that a lighted object in the clear, night sky is a UFO! Wyatt: (*Expletives deleted) "Look at the * way it's moving, changing direction and * and slowing down like that! That's not a plane, Mom! That's a ** UFO!" (My wife and I had the same view of the object, and it was obviously a plane.) Cindy (retreating into the house): "Come inside before you get zapped!" Delightful! So, we've started using "come inside before you get zapped" as often as we can because it's just so zany and hilarious. This last bit made me think of a video that went locally viral (Is there such a thing?) last summer of a couple of guys from out our way who combined a nigh ceaseless parade of F-bombs with an astonishing lack of piscatorial knowledge. For a brief moment they were the toast of the town, even appearing once on a sports staion to read the headlines and -- naturally -- hawking T-shirts. I won't link to it b/c the language makes it unsafe for work, but it's easy to find on You Tube. ("Boston guys find giant fish" did the trick for me just now.) As Ralphie said of his father's linguistic talents in A Christmas Story, "[They] worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay." Got to say after 5 years in the Navy, profanity itself doesn't bother me as much as the lack of originality I usually hear. When the entirety of your conversational skills depends on every other phrase containing "f'ing this" and "f'ing that", it just makes the speaker sound ignorant. Now some of my former shipmates, they were truly profane artistes. Obviously I can't get into to any real examples, but one that I recall involved a guy proving how tough he was by proclaiming that during the usual urinal ritual he didn't "shake it off", he "wrung it out".
"Come inside before you get zapped" is indeed hilarious. I would get all kind of mileage out of that.
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Post by Prince Hal on Apr 1, 2016 9:12:23 GMT -5
Got to say after 5 years in the Navy, profanity itself doesn't bother me as much as the lack of originality I usually hear. When the entirety of your conversational skills depends on every other phrase containing "f'ing this" and "f'ing that", it just makes the speaker sound ignorant. Now some of my former shipmates, they were truly profane artistes. Obviously I can't get into to any real examples, but one that I recall involved a guy proving how tough he was by proclaiming that during the usual urinal ritual he didn't "shake it off", he "wrung it out". [\spoiler]
"Come inside before you get zapped" is indeed hilarious. I would get all kind of mileage out of that.
Right! One of my favorite lines in a movie is from Midnight Run with Deniro as a tough bounty hunter bringing in Charles Grodin as an annoying OCD-type mob accountant who never stops talking. At one point, while sitting handcuffed to Grodin on a bus, DeNiro has had enough, after hearing Grodin tell him, "Jack, you're a grown man. You're in control of your own words." De Niro looks at Grodin and says, "You're g**d*** right I am. Now here come two words for you: Shut the f*** up."
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Post by Rob Allen on Apr 1, 2016 13:25:53 GMT -5
Got to say after 5 years in the Navy, profanity itself doesn't bother me as much as the lack of originality I usually hear. When the entirety of your conversational skills depends on every other phrase containing "f'ing this" and "f'ing that", it just makes the speaker sound ignorant. Now some of my former shipmates, they were truly profane artistes. A friend of mine recounts a story about his Navy days - a technician was having trouble with some piece of equipment that he was trying to repair, and in frustration he shouted, "The fucking fucker's fucking fucked!" Not what you'd call sophisticated, but everyone in the room understood exactly what he meant.
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