Look at what the scumbag did. This scumbag that lives in the corner of our building over the cesspool, that cesspool that blew up last year because the superstitious schmuck wouldn't let the workmen empty it. He called some fuck face sewer rats to cover the holes that would clean the shit from under his useless garage after the community board agreed to spend plenty money remedying the problem he caused a few years ago. This is Taiwan. No law that can't be broken. Let's hope this shithead gets a heart attack and cleanses our building of his putrid presence.
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| These asshole workmen won't get paid by the building and won't be paid by shit head. In other words, they're assholes. But not to worry. The boss will simply not pay the workers and run away with any money he has left. Fucking stupid workmen! Let the all die in a pool of shit. |
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| Leona had no choice but to call the cops and file a report of these fuck offs that thought the three holes to relieve the sewer pressure was ruining their health., What fuck off schmucks! But they gave my wife extra work having to sue them. |
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| Look at these idiots. The community board didn't approve of what he thinks would resolve his failing health. Chinese gets in the way of intelligence. Most Taiwanese workers are stupid. They are exploited and cheated every day because they are stupid. |
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| Look at that ugly piece of shit. Arrogant ignorant useless slime ball scumbag |
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| Can I shove shit in his mouth, please??? Can I see him die under the wheel of one of his stupid customers? Can I laugh and remain calm knowing such a shit wad lives in our building, that most tenants don't have the nerve to tell him what a shithead he is and put him in his place! |
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Can his stupid wife be stupider than a slug?
Taiwan is a fucked up place. Most people here are stupid or stupider than this superstitious scumbag
The trouble started October 30, 2019. It
started with the laying of waterproofing cement and new tiles in the meeting
room. That Wednesday, the road outside our condo was paved after seventeen years.
The possibility of extra asphalt laid in front of our driveway or entrance was
thwarted by Motorhead's meddling to have his private project done; the worker
said he couldn't do it because Motorhead wanted it, too. The next day, Dr. Know confronted
Leona with accusations outside the doorman's office and Leona handled it well.
He came to be on her side, apologized, and without any names being mentioned, blamed his old
friend, Motorhead, instead and complimented her on her good job. The following day,
Motorhead's wife corralled her and started sobbing how the three cesspool holes drilled into the veranda in front of his tire shop a few years ago was causing him
illness; he had not used his universal card until that. My wife had to take her
aside and console her suggesting everyone was getting old, the sewer holes were
not the problem, and suggesting it might be time for Motorhead to hang up his
tires and move back to Pingtung. Thank Goodness she has the energy to fight
back without losing it.
On November 23, she got a call that the obnoxious tenant had the cesspool holes outside his tire repair shop removed without the community board's
permission; My wife is the manager of the board. We came home and visited our
assemblyman who advised her to call the police, file a report, and then sue
him. She was on the verge of a showdown and was strong enough to pull it
off.
That night, out of nervousness, I couldn't sleep. I was upset because my wife, Mr. Mao, and Ms.
Shi decided to dissolve the community board over the building's disregard for
its authority, lack of confidence or participation. This could be a good thing
for her and the others allowing them to stand back from the gossip of
unappreciative tenants; they really don't deserve her dedication, but we
live in this building. I'm concerned what will happen when responsibility is
relinquished, but not what will happen to the building for it will take an
earthquake to reveal its cracks and tear it down.
It could be a good thing
for her and us; more travel, more peace, but there was a fight to be won to
establish modern management methods for decision making and maintenance in our
condo. Two years ago, Mr. Pig was elected manager and didn't maintain the lawn,
repair the meeting room, or cooperate with the treasurer promptly causing her to resign after for years only to be urged to return; she was manager by default. Perhaps that
is what is going to happen again when she announces the decision not to run at
the yearly meeting in a few weeks. The last straw was Shithead (nee Motorhead)
unilateral decision to have dismantled the emergency access to the cesspool under his
storefront; put to its "original condition" because the new fengshui was bad for his
health. Though she had called the cops to file a report, she was backing off after
consulting her lawyer friend who said she was in a lose-lose situation;
Shithead had the right to dig it up unilaterally since it is in front of his property. The ugly side of Taiwan hit home.
All week long, every noise that came from Shithead's tire repair shop was more annoying
since his removing the cesspool access manholes on Saturday morning. My wife has
been livid about his disregard for her authority as the community board manager
and is tending her resignation in a letter to all residents, her refusal to
have anything to do with the committee in the future. Ms. Shi is resigning,
too, her treasurer job, with two terminally ill members of her family to care
for. She barely completed the financial reports. Shithead was having the cement ground four floors down, annoying at any hour, but it was only 7:30 am. People say there is too much liberty in Taiwan (outside of Taipei) but I will take this chaos to NYC's choke hold.
As with
everything else he's done, and everything every inconsiderate slob in Taiwan
does, no one told him to stop; they don't want make waves; they go around it like they do motorcycles, shops, and restaurant kitchens on sidewalks blocking verandas. Our next
door neighbor says she scolded Shithead. She told my wife she called the government bureau and
they were sending someone to inspect it.
On the 27th it was quiet when I went out on the patio. so far this morning unlike the day before until there went the whining of the sander again; It was cool out, anyway, so I went inside. We
could hear the whining inside, too.
Shithead thinks he will get the money from our
building to pay the sewer rats for their work; I am sure of it. My wife said the
doorman heard someone say Happy Farmer was secretly going into the office to get the
chop to sign the agreement to pay so she had the locks changed on the office
door. The building was going to waste a lot of money without someone responsible
stopping them. I hoped my wife would get convinced to stay on as manager and be the one
to do it. There would be no Christmas tree put up this year otherwise.
On the 28th, she contacted the waterworks department. They were sending a representative to talk with our neighbors about the
price our building would incur for attaching five cesspools to the new sewer
system. Shithead was spreading rumors that it was free and we denied him a
connection out of spite. The connection should be to his mouth! My wife was so upset that her
good name was being soiled by him and the other prejudiced scumbags in our
building. One bitch, the one that once complained my bike was in the meeting
room, actually denied the proof she showed her, to her face!
Too bad that all the slime
balls in our building, the majority, never
attended a community board meeting or participated in upkeep of our building.
Leona, Ms. Shi, the doorman, and Mr. Ma and No-Pain-No-Gain's mom had been
actively talking to neighbors in the lobby coming home from work. In any event, she and Ms. Shi would not accept a nomination to return to the committee.
Only
Mr. Mao said he would help. I was not happy about that. She realized he made a
mistake not getting a petition signed to do the emergency cesspool work a few
years ago. The storefront slobs would deny asking him to take action to repair
the popping sewer hole cover on the veranda. She was asking Mr. Mao to call the sewer company that did the
emergency fitting to come and explain their procedure our ignorant neighbors;
why there had to be three holes and why covering them up, as Shithead has done,
is wrong and dangerous
 On November 28th, we had a rally outside Shithead's tire shop yesterday with four supporting tenants and six representatives from waterworks and a cesspool excavator company confronting the rumor-mongers at Renoir Condominium. My wife and I took videos. Mr. Mao and Ms. Shi assisted her with the doorman directing traffic, handing out water, and stopping fights from escalating to confront Shithead and his Slug wife, Happy Farmer, and Forkman, the forklift slob, came to fork himself. with the truth about no free sewer-solid city hook-up and the dangers of methane gas build-up from three sealed cesspools under Shithead's feet. 
We got, on video, the technicians explaining to the peanut gallery whether or not they accepted the truth, which they didn't on the spot, but at least two dimwits were possibly enlightened that they had been lied to by Shithead. Shithead and his Slug accepted that they alone would pay for the dismantling and recovering of the cesspool access holes; they had threatened to have our building foot the bill. They took the fifth in admitting they were spreading rumors but Leona was unrelenting; they admitted by omission of response, only changing the subject and averting a direct response. We got it all on cellphone video and audio but one ten-minute clip of mine was inadvertently muted. Leona has it all though. The next step is to get written reports from the govt. agency and the sewer experts for presentation in our annual community board meeting in two weeks.
 My wife stood up for me when Forkman raised his voice and cursed me in Taiwanese for video backing Shithead. I understood to say just as loudly that it was my freedom to film him in a public meeting. My hand was shaking as I prepared for a fight I wasn't backing off from. He wised up and moved his ass back into the safety of the storefront with other jackals. I also got into an argument with Happy Farmer for filming him and both me and Leona told him not to dare raise his voice at me. I heard that he quieted down to listen to reason of the experts. One storefront jackal using the disposal of her garbage was also quieted by our community board in reasonable discussion. She said she had told Shithead not to unilaterally dismantle and recover the cesspool access on the veranda outside his shop. The miserable bitch that had scolded me for my bike passed through the lobby and was still in denial waving off the community board and scurrying away after being shown proof the city sewer line hook-up was not free and would bankrupt our building if we went on-line. I was glad to see my little dance a few days ago on the veranda disturbed The Slug enough to bring it up in grievance. 
I am proud of my wife for leading this fight to save our building from tyranny and her good name from being soiled by these ignorant neighbors. She has done more than anyone to safeguard the treasury and protect our little condominium from foolish expenditures realizing our aging building needs all the funds it can keep for emergency repairs. When she and Ms. Shi announce the end of their year as manager and treasurer January 1st the building will have to find its own people to run it. Let Mr. Mao be the watchdog but not share his connections that have saved us money. Leona is adamant she is finished being lied around and unappreciated. Let Marble Lady climb six flights when the elevator breaks and there's no money left to repair it. Let the water pumps break, security compromised when the doorman leaves and the cleaning lady isn't paid. Let the bills go unpaid, maintenance fees go uncollected, and the building show its age outside our humble abode. It can't depend on three largely unappreciated residents volunteering their time and effort when there are fifty units of people that live here, too.
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