There is a dot at the end of the street, a renter. Wait, before I get to his dumb ass, I must mention the Kunt that used to live in this same house.

This husband and wife used to live in the house. They kept a cat outside, fed it, etc. And the little fucker would climb on my vehicles, on the regular. It also attracted other strays onto the street. So cleaning up cat shit was par for the course. It was past old, years old. If you have a pet, keep it inside, or leash it in public. If people aren’t allowed to let their dog out the front door and roam the neighborhood, well the same applies for a damn cat. So I never liked that lady. One year, my imported and Schutzhund titled GSD, got Leukemia. I managed it and her until the end. It was a horrible experience. I had to put her down before her 8th birthday. She stopped eating, for days, and just laid down and slept all day. I arrange everything with the vet, and upon arrival they say “We can just take her” and I said no to that, insisting I’m with her until the very end. She was near motionless right up until that shot hit her blood stream. She jerked back, stared at my vet. He locked eyes with her, and the next thing you know, her tongue is out of her mouth and she was gone. I teared up just writing that. I miss her. I somehow managed to drive myself home but I was dazed and confused. I told myself, go check the mail, one step at a time. I walk out and check the mail, and there is Karen hollering at me from down the street. Apparently for the annual “night out” she is the host or hostess for our street. She starts in and I say tonight is not a good night. She continues to push “oh come on, you’re coming” blah blah. I restated, NO, I WILL NOT. She continues to push, and I’m thinking you Kunt, I’m not your fucking husband, nor am I a pushover. She keeps pushing and I said lady, I just had to put my k9 down and I’m not in the got damn mood and leave me the fuck alone. She had this horrific look on her face because she knows she pushed, and knew she was completely in the wrong. She did go in my mailbox, and leave a card. All I could think of is bitch, you just committed a Federal crime. She knew what she did and thankfully I never spoke to her again. Just had to deal with her fucking cat climbing on the roof of my vehicles, leaving paw prints and such.

So Kunt sells the house. And wouldn’t you know it, some Kalifornian fucktwits bought it. A couple from California, I have their mailing address. But there was a problem. Mister couldn’t find a job in DFW. I heard he tried, and failed. So guess what they do? They keep the house and put a lease sign out front. Always a concern when neighbors do this. You don’t know if it’s going to be an AirB, or what. Well somehow a Dot rents it. College aged Dot. I’ve never seen any parents to speak of, and this kid is too young to afford the house on his own so Daddy pays for it. It’s obvious. Over the course of the last 4 months he has parties, and kids fill my street with vehicles. This has occurred a half dozen times at least, but I’m not always here so perhaps, there have been more.

Well last night it’s a whole ‘nuther level. The street is flooded with cars. Hundreds of kids are coming to that house. The sidewalk looked like a club entrance line. I had enough, and walked out and started talking to some of them. Then I called the PD, who were remorseful, because they could do little. They didn’t have music playing loud enough to warrant a noise complaint, etc, so I got off the phone, but fucking tired of the situation. Taxes and homeowners alone, not the mortgage, are $1000 a month now. That’s because millions of Kalifornians have flooded into Texas. It’s so bad now I just say I live in Texfornia. Texas is long gone. You see it with the LA like traffic. You see the narcissism driving, at the grocery store, everywhere, anywhere, 24/7. There is construction going on, all the way to the Oklahoma border, all the way to Durant, OK. Van Alstyne is such a mess, with so much construction, I-75 is bricked, parking lot bumper to bumper, North, and South every day. To the point it backs up traffic all the way to Dallas. I know damn well as I left to go to my rural land and that is my ingress/egress into the State and metro. It was a cluster fuck through there, costing us an extra hour each way. What’s insane is Dallas to Van Alstyne is 50 miles, and all 50 miles gets bricked all the time. Us locals are writing off using the highway because it’s that insane day and night. I just checked my navigation app and even at 8:30PM on a Saturday night, it’s bricked up in Anna, TX. 9 reports of stoppages. That’s nothing compared to daytime hours. On the way home, the nav app had me get off the highway completely and use back roads through Van Alstyne.
And with all these migrant fucks, all my rural country roads, in my County where I pay taxes, are gone. Twisty roads, with what used to be cattle, horses, pastures, and beautiful. Gone..long gone. Starfucks, Taco Hell, etc, to be installed soon.

Anyway, back to the dot and this party. One kid speeds down the street, revving his shitty car motor up. I’m a gearhead, and the car was a POS. He then proceeds to park right in front of my house at which point I’m on the curb yelling at him Walt style “GET THE FUCK OUTTA here.” He peels off and parks a couple of houses down. One guy then walks up to me and tries to talk to me explaining he is behind the “party planning” etc. He says “you seem to be a reasonable guy” and I said kid, I’m not buying what you’re selling. Don’t try to con me, this will not fucking fly. I told him he should get the fuck out, and all these people should get the fuck out. I told him I already called the PD again, and as soon as I said it, here comes the Burbo with the spot lights on. I said “see, I told ya”. As the officer is pulling down the street party busses start pulling in. Not 1, but I counted nearly 10 over the next hour. Cop didn’t do fuck all, even with the party busses coming in. I’m pissed, go back inside, and just keep an eye on my cameras for the front of my property.
I’m inside for 5 minutes, and one of these fucking kids rings my doorbell. I grab the Benelli M4, that has 7+1 and a ghost load, a 6 shell receiver saddle, and a 6 shell stock saddle for 21 shells of 00. I’m holding it by the receiver, pointed down, next to my leg.
This kid (another dot) is trying to be nice. He had parked on my property line and my neighbors asking if it was ok. He was scared of me having it towed. They all were. He then proceeds to tell me the scam. Dot at the end of the street posted his address and the party on some app, so my street is being blasted across the internet. It looked a fucking club parking lot and I was in that business for decades. He says they are using the street to “be safe”, IE, park here, have the party busses take them out to get wasted, etc. But the problem with that is having a bunch of drunks on my street in the wee hours of the morning, completely hammered. That doesn’t play. I explain to this kid, this is private residences. You are using our street, our homes, as your tampon, shitting on whatever you decide. You are NOT supposed to use private property like this. You need a commercial venue. I gave this kid an earful. Well he finally notices the Benelli and says something about it. Oh wow, you have a gun in your hand. I’m thinking, you dipshit. You just noticed? Keep in mind my front door has several cameras on it. Everything is being recorded. I tell this kid what do you expect, some stranger, ringing my doorbell at night. I don’t know you and this is my fucking house. And I pay out the ass for tax and insurance on it and it’s too much $ to be putting up with this fucking bullshit. He says he understands, and says something like “I know you aren’t going to shoot me with it.” I said of course not dude, we’re on camera, and a fucking mic is recording all audio. No going to the cops and stating you got swept or threatened at gun point. We have castle doctrine here. He then says, and I’ll never forget it “I kind of respect it”. That was my tip off, he’s from Kalifornia too. He mentioned that he has a house a few miles away and I’m like yeah, you’re far too young kid, to have a house anywhere in 50 miles of here. You live with mommy and daddy. It was his first time seeing a Texan, armed, at their domicile. I guess they ain’t used to that in fucking Kalifornia. I tell him he’s fine, thanks for trying to be kind, but you’re still going to park here and contribute on this bullshit. He leaves, I go back inside.

I stayed up late, waiting on these fucks to return. In the meantime since this kid gave me the full skinny about the app, the internet, the busses, what they are doing, I call the PD back and talk to the same woman. She is completely understanding, and admits she’d be through with it too. I tell her, hey, I know some of these guys, don’t know who is on shift, but if they want to make some arrests, park some squad cars outside of this neighborhood as there will be DWI’s to be had. Well she must have put the word out because several of them got back on the party busses. Jumped in their cars, then idled there, with the headlights on, for over an hour. I didn’t bother to check but I’d bet money there was PD sitting on the edge of the neighborhood. I leashed up the Maligator, got out one of my chairs, and let her go absolute ape on any of them that walked by, barking like a mother fucker. Startling many of them. It’s not the cut of my jib to be this guy. I like to be silent, quiet, never see me coming type thing but I’ve had it. My home is my only sanctuary in this Texfornia. Well until now. This fucking shit has been going on for got damn months. I pay all this tax and insurance money and the cops can’t do anything. Let your got damn street turn into a night club every other week, whole street chalked full of vehicles, hundreds walking down your sidewalks in the dead of night. Well I ain’t going quietly on this one.

And I found the address for the homeowners so I’ll be mailing a pretty fucking curt letter to them, to try and evict this POS. Rent it to a family, someone older, not some fucking teenager with Daddy’s money. My neighbors are ALL sick of this shit. We’re texting each other. They are calling the PD, and zero, zilch, nada. It’s bad enough this metroplex has been overtaken by Kali people, H1B Visas, but this is another matter. That’s the streets, the stores, when it’s your got damn home, ENOUGH!

Great rant.

However, after all that, I'm still unclear what a "dot" is.

This kind of stuff makes me soooo happy I don't live in a city or suburban area anymore. I'm in the center of 5.37 acres and can barely see my neighbors' houses.

People suck.

Dot, not feathers.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh. Got it.

Flesh, I’ve got my 6 acres already. Deed is in my safety deposit box at the bank. If I had the $ for my Morton it’d already be on the ground. I have to remain vigilant. 2-3 more years on the grind should get it done and I’m out this mother fucker. I met my future neighbors recently. Got a nice tour of the entire neighborhood, BLM land, etc, on my neighbors Kawasaki Mule. Counting the days to be like you. I can see both my neighbors homes but they are far away. Town has a population of 1000 and the overwhelming majority of the land is BLM forest land, in the mountains.

If I wasnt so lazy Id post a picture of Clint Eastwood in Grand Torino

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Originally posted by Ronin101:
If I wasnt so lazy Id post a picture of Clint Eastwood in Grand Torino

We bought our house here on the edge of things a little over a year ago after lots of house hunting. Seemed like a good spot. There's a few clowns the street behind us with cars that have far more horses than the owners have IQ points, but hey.

First Saturday of spring break this last year, some shit stain down the street throws a blowout like you described. There were hundreds of teenagers walking around our neighborhood. Loud music, then the inevitable shouting and screaming, some smashing sounds. I came outside to see them streaming towards the entrance to the neighborhood while a police helicopter was circling overhead with a spotlight on the house and someone on the loudspeaker telling everyone to disperse. The exodus of cars lasted a good half hour. I stopped counting at thirty cars rolling past the house and it seemingly just never ended. Lots of complaints from the neighbors about hooded dipshits breaking into cars at 3-4am.

Thankfully it was just the one. I couldn't handle what you're dealing with. I picked something right on the edge of the desert specifically to be well away from shit like this.