Friday, November 13, 2015

Welcome to Horn Lake, Mississippi Part 4

This morning when I turned on the news, I watched the murder of Linwood Lambert
broadcast for all of us to see over and over again. He was a young black man who apparently had been busted for using cocaine in a hotel room. He wasn' t arrested for selling or distributing, in fact, he wasn't even arrested. He was cuffed, put into the back of a squad car and transported to the hospital. Upon arrival, he kicked out the window, escaped the car, and ran for the emergency room entrance. The automatic doors didn't open, and before any of us could blink, he was tazed multiple times by three cops, one of which was female. He fell straight over backwards, at which time the cops tazed him again. Instead of taking him in the hospital for treatment, which is presumably why they had arrived there in the first place, they put him back in the car and tazed him again. Although he was in obvious physical distress and unable to follow their orders, one threatened to taze him again if he failed to "sit up." At this point, I'm wondering if there 's a law that a person must "sit up" when thrown into the back of a cop car? If so, I'd like someone to reference it so we can all look it up. By the time the cops got him to jail, he was dead, and at that point, they decided to put him in an ambulance and take him back to the hospital.

This has been happening way too often recently, as I'm sure most of you agree. We don't even hear about all of them. Unless the family has the money to hire a high profile attorney, or by sheer luck the media becomes interested, the likely probability is that the cops get away with it and the public is none the wiser. What concerns me is that while most of these deadly force incidents occur in large cities, there are just as many bad cops in small towns. Like mine, for instance. This place is straight out of a Dukes of Hazard episode, complete with Boss Hogg, Sheriff Rasco Coltrane, racist cops, conspiring lawyers, and a highly questionable court system. You know you see those police dramas on TV where the cops are always right and always the hero, and the criminal sitting in jail claims he didn't do it, that he was set up, and we are conditioned to roll our eyes and doubt his word. After all, he is the one in jail. But stop and ask yourself now how many people who have served lifetimes in prison for crimes they didn't commit have finally been exonerated since DNA testing has come into use? How many people, especially young black people, have died because some power-hungry cop thought his authority wasn't being recognized or properly venerated, or he was simply a pathological killer and believed no one was watching? He lies in court, just as he has done every day for years, and the system gives him the benefit of the doubt. He's one of their own. HOW MANY? Mostly, you look the other way until it happens to you, and by then it's too late because you didn't speak up when you should have. You didn't demand justice for the victims of these legalized terrorists, and now there's no one who will speak up for you. And once you're on their radar, they won't leave you alone. That's the reason I am posting the following information publicly. If something happens to me, my side of the story will be readily available to anyone who needs it.

I have a neighbor who apparently has some mental issues about her yard. The landlord warned me when I moved in. She cuts her grass about twice a week, and although she professes to be concerned about the welfare of bees, she continues to spray pesticides all over the place. She once sprayed weed killer over the fence into my flower garden, and killed some of my plants. She apparently finds it more convenient to ask forgiveness than permission and got her nose out of joint when she tried to have a sidewalk put in on my property (or as our city attorney Gordon Shaw argues, my landlord's property, because having a lease and paying rent entitles me to nothing), and I put a stop to it. Over the years, I have tried to befriend her. I've given her food (and she's given me some). I made Pavlova for her birthday. I've given meat scraps to her dogs (with her permission, of course). She has sat at my table where I allowed her to smoke, drinking tea and chatting about neighborhood issues. I've swept her walk and driveway after I've cut my grass, and pulled her trashcan back up to her garage during thunderstorms so she wouldn't get drenched going to the street to get it when she came home. I've tried to be a good neighbor. And in return, she has stabbed me in the back, not once, but twice. A few weeks ago, she called code enforcement on me after my lawn mower broke and she thought my grass was too high. If she'd stop looking over the damned fence, it wouldn't bother her. Two days ago, she stabbed me again.

I have lived here for five years, and had cats when I moved in. I paid a large pet deposit for the privilege. But last February (2015) someone kept calling animal control about my cats (none of it verifiable or justified according to the head of animal control, himself). I can see now how that must have really galled her. Then it became a big issue when the neighborhood stray offended the dick next door (on the other side), a detective with the county sheriff's department. He assumed the cat was mine and the war was on. If you don't know anything about how strays and feral colonies stake their claims on a neighborhood, I urge you to look it up. God knows the authorities of this town never have, and are completely ignorant on the subject. All the animal control laws in Horn Lake are designed not to help or shelter the animals, but to cast the burden on unwary residents who are then held legally responsible for them, some of which never wanted them in the first place.

So several times animal control has come to my house in response to complaints about the cats. I've talked to the neighbor (by the way, her name is Linda Adkisson) about these instances and she's always played innocent. Now I know it was her all along. It was she who had called them, and I went over to her house and told her what I think of her. Cowardly bitch couldn't talk to me about it face-to-face, she had to stab me in the back. She said a cat pooped in her yard and her stupid dog ate it. She described several cats, some of which aren't even mine. After I told her what I think of her, she went to the police department and filed a report against me.

Dan Smith, head of animal control in Horn Lake, came here with Officer Lori Stevens (they're always so quick to include that when you ask their name, as if it's accomplishment like Doctor or Pope), in response to Linda's complaint. I'll tell you right now, no one automatically gets my respect unless they earn it. They fuck and fart and put their pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else. We all have jobs. We all earn a living. Perry Mason, head of animal control in Southaven--now that's someone who has my respect because he puts his money where his mouth is. He doesn't pretend to care about the animals; he does care. He doesn't pretend to do his job so he can draw a paycheck; he goes above and beyond his responsibilities for the welfare of the animals. He is the exact opposite of the people running the Horn Lake animal shelter in every possible way.

Some of you who have followed this soap opera are already aware that I have taken mothers and kittens to the shelter because I am already at my legal limit, and they would not take them, so I took them to Mayor Allen Latimer's office, who passed the buck. After they were all spayed and neutered and I had taken care of them for months, the dick next door stole them and did God-knows-what with them. I may have also related to you that last Memorial Day weekend that a mother cat jumped through the open window of someone's car down the street and gave birth to a litter of kittens. When the car owner called the shelter to take them, someone from the shelter came, removed the mother and kittens, and set them down in someone's yard under a tree and left them. A few hours later, we had a serious storm. Then two days ago Dan Smith had the nerve to stand on my sidewalk and tell me that if I had a problem with stray cats, to call the shelter and they would come get them. He stood there and told me that bald-faced lie. And I called him on it. Before they left, he told me they'd be back. I assume that's a threat, and I will have no choice but to protect my cats, so there's no telling where it will lead, but judging from previous issues with the so-called leaders of this town, I imagine it won't be pretty. In the meantime, my cats are miserable having to stay inside, and I am looking for a new place to live far, far away from Horn Lake, MS.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Welcome to Horn Lake, Mississippi Part 3

Brevity isn't my strong suit. I'm more about documenting and being thorough. I'm not sure how far back to go because this saga has been going on for a while now. You know I already have several cats of my own. I also took in two special needs cats (FIV and leukemia) which must be quarantined from my own. I'm a responsible "pet owner," and all of mine are spayed and neutered. I also rescue cats. It started with Jane Austen, who I rescued from a storm drain, and later found her kittens under a shed. Thanks to New Beginnings, the kittens all found homes and Jane went on to have a sweet and cushy life, dearly loved by Thehya Pearson and her husband.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

Then some time late this summer, I can't recall exactly when, I woke one rainy morning to find another mama cat and her kittens in my shed. I live in a town where the shelter won't accept cats (unless brought there by law enforcement), and there's a town ordinance that states, "If you feed it, it's yours." Well, fine. For the life of me, I can't understand why, if you see something running for its life, scared, hungry and alone, you wouldn't give it a meal and a place to rest. If you wouldn't, then I think there's something seriously wrong with you.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

I have gone several rounds with animal control over what I perceive as a poorly run shelter with some lazy employees. I have had many conversations with our illustrious mayor about it. He usually follows up soon afterward with a picture in the local paper of himself holding a small animal, or posing with the shelter employees. When he is contacted with questions about what to do with the cats that citizens unwittingly become responsible for, he refers them to shelters in other towns. Those shelters only take cats from their own towns, so it's a Catch 22. I don't blame those shelters. They are all over-crowded and under-funded, and every day I applaud their efforts, especially Southaven, Hernando and Tunica, most of all. Knowing full well the shelter would not accept this current crop of kittens, I took them there, just to document that I tried. I then took them to the mayor's office and got the usual run-around. Then I brought them home and continued to feed them. I made a safe, warm, comfortable place for them in the shed, and ran an extension cord to it for a heating pad. For safety reasons all heating pads automatically turn off after two hours, so all winter long I have set my alarm and gotten up every two hours to turn it back on for them. I'm tired. I'm worn out.
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I had already imposed on New Beginnings for help with Jane and probably burned my bridges with them when they temporarily lost her, so this time I asked for help from DeSoto County Rescue Society (DARS). They were wonderful, and paid for every single one of them to be spayed or neutered and brought some good quality food which fed them for a while. Not having a car, I was unable to participate in any adoption events they may have had. I never even heard of any. When I asked my sponsor if my kitties could go to PetSmart, from where a majority of these cats are adopted, I was told no, "because they don't like to be held." Nothing could be further from the truth. They crave affection, but they are wary of strangers. Jane Austen was terrified of strangers but she was adopted and now has a wonderful life. So here I am months later, still trying to find homes for these cats, and I must say that I am very hurt that some of you who live in my area couldn't be bothered to share their picture to help.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

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When these kittens grew, they climbed up on the fence and got in a tree to hunt. They also got on one neighbor's roof. She was very nice about it, and I'm grateful to her. But the neighbors on the other side are not so nice. I had previously had words with one who left her gorgeous yellow Lab outside in 12 degree weather overnight. I had tried to gently educate her about dogs and weather conditions. I bought him a nice bed for Christmas, but she wouldn't let him have it. I offered to help if I could. And finally I told her if she left him outside in those freezing conditions that I would call the police. She did and I did. So there's that.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake
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Next door to her is the neighbor who is my current problem. Lab lady made a comment to me about this guy. I went to his house and asked him if he was having a problem with my cats, would he like to talk about it, did he have anything he wanted to tell me? He said no. 3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

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He used to work for the local P.D. Now he works for the sheriff's department. According to someone who knows him well, but whose name I shall protect, he's been a problem for many years. According to another person, his nickname is Stinky Steve. If you saw the pictures I posted of his backyard, you would see why. One night, Stephen Raines, that's his real name, pounded on our door. He said that a black and white cat had run across his deck and his dog broke through the glass storm door trying to get it. All my cats were in the house. I know the cat he's talking about. It's a sweet stray that roams our neighborhood and I figure steals what food he can from the foster / shed cats. That doesn't mean I'm feeding him or that he's mine. He said that he was going to set traps and catch my cats. Any idjit knows that if you bait a trap that an animal is going to come, and he managed to get two of the shed kitties. Maybe he should consider training his dog. And cleaning up after it, thank you. After I posted the pictures of his yard, Code Enforcement made him clean it. I don't know who called them, but I swear it wasn't me. I would have, but someone beat me to it.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake3405 Edenshire Horn Lake
To backtrack for a second, I have to tell you that I came home one day just in time to see Dan Smith, head of animal control, and his posse, get out of their truck and start chasing one of my personal cats who was sitting under the tree in MY yard, minding her own business and not bothering anyone. He said he had received a call. Someone continued to call them just about evey day. I suspect it was either the Lab lady or Steve. When he would come, he wouldn't find any cats because mine weren't outside and the shed kitties were all in the shed napping. On one occasion he found one of the special needs cats sitting on a lawn chair sunning himself. He sits there all day (in nice weather) with a blanket over him and doesn't move from that spot. Ever. And I know this because I am sitting inside the house watching him as I work. If I thought there was any chance at all of him going off and spreading his diseases, he wouldn't be out there. Eventually, it seemed Dan Smith had softened and was a pretty good guy. He even gave me a bag of cat food and told me he wouldn't mess with my kitties. Although I can't forget seeing him chase Lulu, I was all for extending the olive branch of peace. Nevertheless, I continue to be wary of of people who SAY one thing and DO another, and now I know my wariness was justified because the two kittens that Steve trapped were accepted into the shelter. The remaining cats are in a safe place, but I cannot continue to keep them.
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There's a fence that separates my yard from Steve's and the Lab lady's yard. Lab lady has a somewhat new fence, and it doesn't join my fence IN ANY WAY. There's a space of about eight inches between them. My fence is is attached to MY house. I couldn't see giving Steve the convenience of using my fence to contain his dogs when he's being an ass and trapping my cats. So I went out and removed four of the boards. He called the police. An hour later, he bought new boards and replaced them on MY fence! I called the police. The police tried to intimidate and bully me. A week later, which was last Monday, the police knocked on my door and arrested me. The charges are Disturbing the Peace and Malicious Mischief over $1000, which is a federal offense and carries a sentence of 5 years in a federal penitentiary. I spent more than eight hours in jail. I was stripped naked, made to squat with my knees spread, and cough. Fun times. The lawyer will cost $1500. On top of that, I think Steve is probably trying to sue me. I am waiting for the post office to deliver a certified letter I've been unable to pick up.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake 3405 Edenshire Horn Lake  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

I'm going to have to fork out $500 to have someone come out and do a survey. In addition to all that, my ex just bought a car and parked it on my driveway. Turns out that he has to apply for a lost title. The town came by a few days ago and ticketed it. I called them and told them what's going on with it. Today there is a new ticket that states unless it is licensed and inspected in two days, they're going to tow it. Do you think I'm being harassed? I have lived in eight major cities and a dozen small towns and this is the most fucked up place I have ever been. Small town Southern politics.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake
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This is my fence from the corner of my backyard where it attaches to my house behind the chair.

Here's  another view of where it's attached to my house.

Here's a picture down the side of the yard. You can orient yourself by noticing the back of the chair in the lower right corner, the position of the grill and the new boards on the left.

Here's another view down the side all the way to the back corner.

And here's another.

This is where my fence attaches to my house. I stood on the chair to get this shot. You can see Lab lady's house in the background, and how her fence, BEHIND mine, doesn't touch my fence at all. You can also see where her fence separates her yard from Steve's.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

Here you can see where the two sides of Lab lady's fence meet behind my fence. They don't touch my fence at all.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

Behind this grill is where those two sides of her fence meet.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake


This was taken from the back corner of my fence, looking down into Steve's yard. 3405 Edenshire Horn Lake
His yard extends way beyond my yard and fence.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

These are the thousand dollar boards he put up.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

Beyond those boards is his yard and you can see that the beams of  Lab lady's fence face his yard, whereas, mine do not. I'm told that is a personal preference of the fence owner and is not an indication of who owns the fence. I can understand that. Personally, I like the beams on MY side to make it more difficult for outsiders to climb over it.  3405 Edenshire Horn Lake

That pretty much covers it.

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Jane Austen and the Reverend Brette Brown

New information has come to light. I thought the good Reverend Brette Brown (real name Darla), who was supposed to be fostering Jane Austen had taken her to the pet store and abandoned her in the cat habitat. Not so. She carried Jane into the pet store and 
                      LEFT HER IN A SHOPPING CART.

 I hope if I ever see Brette Brown again that there is someone there to prevent me from beating the shit out of her.