They want a permit now? For a fence? Ha! Not on Cra Cra La’s watch.**
According to the new so-called “ordinance” (aka neighborhood psychological warfare disguised as city code), fences over 4 feet require a “permit,” a “review,” and a “property line assessment.” Last I checked, the Constitution did not say “life, liberty, and licensed vertical boards.”
But fine. If I can’t build up, I’ll build OUT. In art. In truth. In sequins.
I have turned my “fence” (aka boundary of truth defense wall) into an installation. So far it includes:
- 37 hand-painted rocks with protective runes
- 1 barbed wire wreath (seasonal)
- A papier-mâché bust of the Blue SUV, filled with shredded HOA newsletters
- Two ceramic ducks wearing helmets
- A solar-powered motion sensor that screams “NO TRESPASSING, SHEEPLE” in five languages
Relevant Sightings:
“The Blue SUV cruised by at 3:33 AM. It blinked its left blinker for exactly 11 seconds and then reversed into a mist. That was the sign to start decorating.”
– Cra Cra La
“The raccoons approve. They knocked over the ordinance sign and did a little circle dance. That means resistance is justified.”
– Also Cra Cra La
Warning to Neighbors:
This is a peaceful protest unless approached aggressively or with a clipboard. If you file another complaint, your dog will bark three times in warning. That is the contract. You’ve been notified.