An alarming number of Dindunuffins have been moving into my Murderapolis neighborhood, turning it into a violent trash heap over the past eighteen months, with garbage rolling up and down my alley, numerous drive-by shootings-- including a "corpse in a car" incident at the end of my alley-- on top of my garage having been broken into, noisy "parties" with twenty or more cars taking up the entire block, and then yesterday my garbage cans having gotten vandalized.

This year will be our sixteenth living here, and we've never seen anything like it: the transformation from quiet, white, middle class neighborhood to an extension of inner-city Muderapolis happened practically overnight! Meanwhile, the city council is more concerned with "how to protect people from the city's police" than violent criminals.

I was up all night worried about this incident: called in sick today, on two hours of sleep.

I don't care about the garbage cans in and of themselves: but this happened mere feet away from the coop, where my daughter is out several times per day taking care of her chickens. Had she walked into that situation... and as a consequence, we immediately had to enact a new rule, where she is no longer allowed outdoors without either wifey or I watching from the window.

It's not clear what the value is in living here any longer, when it's no longer safe for my kids to go into their own back yard. The sooner we can pack up and permanently move to the bug out house, the better. The neighboor I wrote about here is long gone: now I'll follow his lead.

I can't wait until the day I'm gone for good, and can "dox" the city-- the name of which I have withheld for fear of reprisal for my "diligently plotting to take over the world and leave you alone" political views. I wrote a lot about the yard signs appearing in my neighborhood-- not coincidentally-- over this exact same time frame: the reason I harped on it was because I knew it would have consequences. Well, these libtard morons can live in the nest they've built: have fun!

As for the Dindunuffins... just go back to Chicago, or wherever the hell you came from.