I closed a post last week with the Jefferson Davis quote:
All we ask is to be left alone.
I used it in the context of the HOA sticking their fucking nose into my business, specifically, my rabbits. One could legitimately argue that if my wish were really to be left alone, I shouldn’t have purchased a home in a development with a homeowners association.
I have no counter to this argument. I could go into the reasons why I chose to buy where I did, in spite of the existence of a HOA, but that is all moot at this point.
While I believe in the right of state and local government doing whatever the hell they want to do without interference from the fucktards in Washington DC, none of their actions should interfere with basic human rights.
I have the right to keep and bear arms, so no rule or law (even at the federal level, but that’s a rant for another day) should infringe in the least on that.
I have the right to eat, so no local law or HOA rule should restrict my ability to feed myself as long as no bona fide nuisance exists. I can understand why they might not want me to raise a cow or a flock of roosters on a sub-quarter acre city lot. I also don’t imagine that my neighbors would appreciate it if I grew corn in my front yard.
But rabbits? Give me a fucking break! They make no noise. They have minimal smell, even if one does not clean up after them for a couple weeks. At the present time, I have one adult male, one adult female, and the juveniles from a single litter.
I will never have more than two litters at any one time. A new litter may arrive a few weeks before the juveniles from the previous litter are old enough to butcher, but that’s it. I do not, nor will I ever have an excessive number, and I do not sell any. So, why in the hell should any level of government have the right to take food out of my mouth based on some perceived yet nonexistent nuisance?
And vegetable gardens? Yes, vegetable gardens are against the rules, under certain circumstances. The covenants state that gardens are permitted as long as they are not visible from the street. Well, my tomatoes and cucumbers can be seen from the street if you look for them, simply because of their height. So, technically, they are illegal in the community. (Yes, illegal. In my state, HOA rules are authorized by statute.) Hell, you can see the outline of the raised (slightly, <12″) beds that everything grows in, so if you want to get all “letter of the law” about it, the whole fucking thing is verboten.
The HOA Cunt™ has not yet written me up for the garden, but I wouldn’t put it past her to do so this year. If she does, my response will likely require a court appearance.
I bitch about the HOA rules. I whine about how high my state’s gas taxes are. I complain about how we are one of few states where one cannot under any circumstances legally carry a sidearm into an establishment that serves alcohol on the premises unless you are the proprietor or an authorized employee. Or, of course, a member of
the nobility law enforcement.
Don’t get your fucking panties in a wad. I am not anti-law enforcement until they start shitting on my rights. I just have a huge problem when so many laws include clauses to the effect of. “… except law enforcement officers, government employees, politicians, and a whole slew of other named classes of folks who are better than you common peasants and therefore do not have to obey the same laws that you do.”
Why don’t I just move to a freer state? They do exist. Alaska. Montana. Wyoming. Texas, even though they do still outlaw open carry. Hell, even Vermont is freer in most respects.
Well, I’m working on it. I manage some rental property in a western state, and there has been at least one vacant residential unit on the property ever since my involvement began back in 2006.
The only state with a lower total gas tax is Alaska.
No permit is required to carry a handgun, either openly or concealed, although they do issue permits for reciprocity purposes. There are almost no prohibitions on where one can carry under state law – with the usual exceptions that apply everywhere under federal law (spit!).
The problem is that the population of the entire county is only about fifteen thousand, with well over half of those live in the county seat, which is an hour away.
This means no jobs. No jobs means no way to pay those things that cannot be avoided, such as real estate taxes, even if I were to manage near-absolute self-sufficiency.
The property is inside the limits of a small town, which means that there are some restrictions on livestock. These restrictions are nowhere as asinine as those in place courtesy of the HOA here, of course. Rabbits and even goats are no problem, but large (cows) or noisy (chickens) animals are out.
The growing season is much shorter than I am accustomed to, but I am fairly certain that I could find short-season varieties of most of the things that I grow, or incorporate a greenhouse or even hydroponics to make up for any loss.
There are also thirty-five acres of raw land in a neighboring county that would be ideal, except that I don’t have the funds to dig a well and put up wind turbines, much less to build on it.
Believe me, if I can find a way, I’m gone, Especially if I find myself without a wife next week. Well, I guess I should say, “If my wife moves to another continent next week.” If that happens, I ain’t getting married again, ever, so I’ll be in no hurry to get the divorce. It just involves giving the state more money, and I have better uses for it than they do.
Granted, if I move out there and the supervolcano underneath of Yellowstone erupts, I’m fucked. But then again, so is most of the western United States.