> 15 apr 2006 / MISTER OLENAK - this morning i went across the street to feed the ducks where i have done so with permission from the property owners for many years, when mister-o unexpectedly yelled "i'm gonna kick your ass!" from over yonder...i then went inside the house and looked out the window to see him walking over to where i just fed the ducks, pouring an unknown substance on the duck food from a container...i grabbed my video camera and went out to the corner of the street, then pointed it at mister-o as he was walking away to confront him about what he had just done (see video clip) then i washed away the remains of what turned out to be vinegar, of all things...he said "that'll that take care of the problem" or something like that, and i said a few choice words back to him as well...
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mister-o has been essentially menacing and harassing me for months every time he walks his dog past my house, and mainly because his best buddy next door was forced to move out of the house that he rented for only $1800.00 dollars per month for many years...this 20+ year renter friend of mister-o's was so distraught in the days after finding out he had to move that he displaced his anger by going off on me and starting an argument one day with his other bald friend...they came over onto the lawn where i was spraying down the sidewalk and did everything but push me, and they are lucky i didn't spray them with the hose i was holding...maybe i did spray one of them...hmmm...i can't remember that part...i hope i did for that matter...
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mister-o has been essentially menacing and harassing me for months every time he walks his dog past my house, and mainly because his best buddy next door was forced to move out of the house that he rented for only $1800.00 dollars per month for many years...this 20+ year renter friend of mister-o's was so distraught in the days after finding out he had to move that he displaced his anger by going off on me and starting an argument one day with his other bald friend...they came over onto the lawn where i was spraying down the sidewalk and did everything but push me, and they are lucky i didn't spray them with the hose i was holding...maybe i did spray one of them...hmmm...i can't remember that part...i hope i did for that matter...
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anyway, i could tell for a few weeks that renter bob was angry at me, so i was avoiding any eye contact with him, but he finally came out of his house to approach me like he was laying in wait inside of his family room, peeking out the front window waiting for me to feed the ducks or something (i know, this is bizarre, is it not!?! - we have a sort of 'surveillance-obsessed' culture in america right now where some people actually think your private business is their business, and i find this trend rather unsettling) - i finally yelled some shit back at him and this set him off...
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this guy didn't say ONE BAD WORD about the ducks for years, until he found out he had to move...in fact; he was a one of my major neighborhood allies right up until this event occurred, so go figure...(oh and as for all the latest bird flu propaganda floating around; bush announced the bogus and remote possibility of a 'bird flu' pandemic the very next day after i posted IMPEACH BUSH on this web site, so go figure about that as well - read the TRUTH AND DARE section of THE BACK DOOR web page)...
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furthermore; mister-o is your typical salty 70-80 year old violent-minded republican ex-navy man, but he is acting more like a teenager at this point...he has been kicking duck food out onto the sidewalk across the street for quite awhile now every time he walks his dog (out to the peterson field that i helped save, by the way) and making a mess in the process...he has also been yelling at me from a distance for awhile as well, desperately trying to start something but i have resisited the urge up until today...i think mister-o just needs to mind his own business, but since he clearly is not;
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it is amazing that mister-o and i have gotten along at all in the past few years since the silent evil within the santa clara government brought us together as neighbors over speed humps a few years back...there has been an unspoken and ongoing 'hatfields & mccoys-like feud' so to speak between our two families (in other words; an almost amish cold-shoulder treatment and/or conscious aviodance of the o's by members of our family) ever since one of the little-o's went on a violent kiddie rampage in our living room many years back, knocking over a large hutch onto a baby grand piano (the same piano i used to record bass for the first few lik roper cds) and just before running out the front door and slamming the screen door (smashing the glass in the process - glass that was never repaired) - and with no apologies whatsoever (interesting fact: little-o taught me the word 'fuck' in kindergarten)...
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this same little-o bragged to me about torturing animals way back in grade school, and sometime after high school he ended up going on an exciting, cocaine-fueled interstate liquor store robbing spree, and was finally caught in oklahoma...for the first few weeks in jail, little-o sat in a roughly ten foot long, two foot high and wide cell with food shoved under the door, and while i have grown to forgive little-o for what he has done in the past, that forgiveness has turned into action as he is a major reason i am an animal rights activist to this day...
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this guy didn't say ONE BAD WORD about the ducks for years, until he found out he had to move...in fact; he was a one of my major neighborhood allies right up until this event occurred, so go figure...(oh and as for all the latest bird flu propaganda floating around; bush announced the bogus and remote possibility of a 'bird flu' pandemic the very next day after i posted IMPEACH BUSH on this web site, so go figure about that as well - read the TRUTH AND DARE section of THE BACK DOOR web page)...
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furthermore; mister-o is your typical salty 70-80 year old violent-minded republican ex-navy man, but he is acting more like a teenager at this point...he has been kicking duck food out onto the sidewalk across the street for quite awhile now every time he walks his dog (out to the peterson field that i helped save, by the way) and making a mess in the process...he has also been yelling at me from a distance for awhile as well, desperately trying to start something but i have resisited the urge up until today...i think mister-o just needs to mind his own business, but since he clearly is not;
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it is amazing that mister-o and i have gotten along at all in the past few years since the silent evil within the santa clara government brought us together as neighbors over speed humps a few years back...there has been an unspoken and ongoing 'hatfields & mccoys-like feud' so to speak between our two families (in other words; an almost amish cold-shoulder treatment and/or conscious aviodance of the o's by members of our family) ever since one of the little-o's went on a violent kiddie rampage in our living room many years back, knocking over a large hutch onto a baby grand piano (the same piano i used to record bass for the first few lik roper cds) and just before running out the front door and slamming the screen door (smashing the glass in the process - glass that was never repaired) - and with no apologies whatsoever (interesting fact: little-o taught me the word 'fuck' in kindergarten)...
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this same little-o bragged to me about torturing animals way back in grade school, and sometime after high school he ended up going on an exciting, cocaine-fueled interstate liquor store robbing spree, and was finally caught in oklahoma...for the first few weeks in jail, little-o sat in a roughly ten foot long, two foot high and wide cell with food shoved under the door, and while i have grown to forgive little-o for what he has done in the past, that forgiveness has turned into action as he is a major reason i am an animal rights activist to this day...
