Did any of you see this story.
“Get some pork on her fork.”
A huge crowd of people plan on having a massive BBQ outside the home of an angry vegan who took her neighbors to court over the smell of their cookouts.
She did what?
Cilla Carden made headlines this week (see video below) in which she claimed the odors from her neighbors’ barbecues had destroyed her quality of life, 9News reported.
Poor baby!
Don’t think this could happen in your town? Guess again: A Pinellas County, Florida “Environmental Inspector came out to a home to tell the resident to contain his BBQ smoke:
“You’re allowed to have the smells on your property.”
How do you contain smells? The Environmental Inspector” must be a Dimocrat. But back to Australia.
A Facebook page called “Community BBQ for Cilla Carden” already has more than 3,000 people planning to attend the cookout outside her home.
“Don’t let Cilla destroy a good old Aussie tradition, join us for a community BBQ, and help Cilla Carden GET SOME PORK ON HER FORK,” the event description reads.
The New York Post reports that the barbecue is scheduled for Oct. 19…vegans are not welcome.
Carden has had her complaint about the smell of the BBQ thrown out twice but she vows to keep up the fight.
Fucking vegans! This reminds me of this story.
KATY, Texas – When an Islamic group moved in next door and told Craig Baker the pigs on his family’s 200-year-old Texas farm had to go, he and his swine decided to fight back.
In protest of being asked to move, Davis began staging elaborate pig races on Friday afternoons — one of the Islamic world’s most holy days.
Fight back!
here in Oz it is early spring. Barbeque cookers (“barbies”) are being cleaned and prepared; “Eskies” ( insulated boxes, preferably strong enough to sit on) are being dusted off. Soon there will be backyard cricket (a bit like baseball) plus cooking of meat and veg, drinking beer, and lots of talking. All will be right with the World (until tomorrow’s hangover).
And then along comes this tow-rag, who wants to dictate how we live!
Inconsideration personified!
I bet she owns a cat that kills native animals; and being a vegan she probably farts three times as much as a normal human, thus doing untold damage to the bozone layer.
Bring back the Scold’s chair!
I believe the U.S.A. gal surmises y’all’s lesbian Aussie problem particularly well.
http://www.diogenesmiddlefinger.com/2019/09/feesh-all-she-smells-is-feesh.html?m=1
It’s always the ugly ones. Just sayin
It’s worse. This has already been in America. Florida in particular.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fu8bODcFfAQ
Just sayin.
What do they do about wastewater treatment plants? They stink.
There was a second part to her claim, she objected to the noise of the kids playing in theirbown backyard
My hope is that in that particular community, there’re no laws about dressin’ out your own meat at home. Get a few chickens, rabbits or pigs, gut & skin ’em right there in the front yard and throw ’em on the barbie.
when I was a young teenager, all of us knew how to handle women like this….”The Neighborhood Witch” Yes it was true Adults were not allowed address the problem but we knew what to do.
We would start simple …a thumb tack & fishing line to suspend a thread spool above a window & a long length of line to where we hid to just tap,tap, tap against the window driving her nuts & after her calling the police a number of times they were convinced she indeed was nuts.
Then we would raise the ante …tomatoes thrown against her front door when she answered the door bell, ….Prussian blue on her car door handles was a hoot……..Legendary was a Fruit Cake Tin filled with fresh cow shit sealed,boxed & left on her porch by the mail box.
You get the picture …pranks & more pranks until she finally quit being the Neighborhood Witch. No more calling the cops when we were playing in the street or listening to the Cleveland Indians base ball games on our porch`s & having pizza parties with the local girls.
Maybe we were bad ,but we took care of business , we did not do drugs nor did we shoot anybody.
The good old days…great time to be a kid !
When I had my four family flat there was a lady on our street that didn’t like cars parked on the street. Where else were they supposed to park. St. Louis had a weird law that pickups weren’t supposed to be parked on the streets at night. It was originally designed to keep contractors from parking overnight. She called the cops and had all of the pickups on our block ticketed. I put her name and number on each of the ticketed pickups and wrote that she was the one who reported them to the cops. That was the last time she did that.
Excellent & still a valid busybody response. I had a friend who when someone pissed him off would go to the Erie Book Store where used books were very cheap & pick out a valuable looking one …..then put the persons name & address on the inside cover with a “REWARD IF FOUND MESSAGE” underneath their name & address.
The bait would then be left on a bench in the city park near the College & Court House which also served as a gathering point for transients,druggies & other lowlifes.
Denny……I suppose recognition of our Patron Saint from back then was Booth Tarkington who wrote “Penrod & Sam ” explains the obsession we had for retribution.
Booth penned a series of adventures of Penrod , his friend Sam, his dog “duke” & two black kids across the alley named Herman & Vermin. Hilarious & still a good read today
Back in the 30`s there was a movie but I have never seen it…….I will have to try & find it.