Squatters

I will NEVER understand how squatters have rights to someone else’s home.  You own a home, you let people live there while you’re gone for some reason, and you come back and they don’t have to leave!??    You go to another city for work for a few months, you come back and strangers have moved in, thrashed your house, and they don’t have to leave??!!

WHAT IS THAT???   Isn’t there an AMENDMENT that protects ownership?

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  1. bocopro's avatar bocopro says:

    Throughout human history the trend has been toward a natural-selection process in which the fastest, strongest, smartest tended to be more successful and reproduce their kind in greater numbers, preserving and honing the best traits of the species.

    Literature often predicted a future for mankind which was more advanced, more learned, more civilized. But over the past 2 or 3 decades, the trend seems to have reversed and favored the bizarre, the dependent, the radical, the weird elements.

    What we’re seeing today is a system which rewards not the producers, but the RE-producers, the entitlement junkies, the recruiters, the flamboyant, the non-white trespassers who see borders as welcome mats and laws as mere suggestions.

    Those who “can” are becoming an endangered species while those who “benefit” are voting in increasing numbers, often in languages other than English. Fortunately, many of those are abortion advocates, so there may yet be hope for those precious few who stay in school long enough to learn to read and be able to make change for a $50.

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  2. bocopro's avatar bocopro says:

    Sum lite readin material fer them whut kin:

    O.K. Tomorrow’s Friday, and on the most recent 2 Fridays, AT&T went off line and left me without landline fone, internet, e-mail, and telumbishion. So I won’t be a’tall s’prised if it happens again tomorrow and lasts ‘til Sunday evenin.

    REAL HOT hereabouts, ‘specially for June – heat indices in triple digits by lunchtime and still over 80 at mitternacht. Still, if they’s ANY breeze out there, whatcha do is sit under a magnolia, prop the feet up, and relax with a glass o’ iced tea.

    ‘Jes enjoy the ride as the planet spins on its axis at a dizzying thousand miles an hour and races around the sun at something like 67,000 mph while the whole solar system roars around the center of the galaxy at the astronomical speed of 828,000 kilometers per hour and the galaxy itself charges madly off toward some unknown destiny at an unimaginable 2.1 million km/hr.

    They ain’t a ‘musement park nowhere in the world with a ride like that, is they. Relativity: that’s what it’s all about. And Jeeeez, just think what’d happen in one of the gears got fouled and the ride suddenly stopped . . . any feature of it, from planetary rotation to solar orbit to bein dragged along on an involuntary ride on a humongous multidimensional loop-de-loop like wunnadem teacups on an arm at Disneyland. Prob’ly mess up your whole day.

    ‘Course one day the earth’s core will slow, weakening the magnetosphere and exposing the planet to direct solar wind, which will blow away the air bubble and subject every living thing on the planet to direct solar bombardment. The moon will break away from the teacup ride, and planetary wobble will be inevitable.

    Eventually the sun will morph into a red giant, expanding outward to the orbit of Jupiter, swallowing up all the rocky planets before shrinking to a frozen cinder in a remote and uncaring corner of the galaxy just about the time it crashes into another galaxy like a freight train carrying explosives running into a nuclear power plant in full operation.

    Realized that my mind can’t handle the math involved in contemplating all that crap, so I reach down and scritch my dog’s ears while he diligently protects me from wild animals in my reveries. He does a creditable job, too. Haven’t seen a single cape buffalo or rhino or giraffe or anything back there since he joined the family.

    Decided to go off on another tangent, or cotangent, or secant, or whatever and fantasize about somethin more ordinary, more satisfying, more desirable. Girls! Yeah, that’s it. So I conjure up this slender, 30-somethin babe, kinda tan with long black wavy hair . . . and the obligatory lotus blossom over her ear. White teeth and green southeast Asian eyes that look at you outta the side of her face above her alluring grin.

    Got on a sleeveless shirt with the bottom knotted right at her belly button and its top three buttons open. Cut-off denim shorts all frayed at the edges highlighting the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Sittin on a fallen palm tree that’s tryin to straighten up, her foot propped up on the upright part, paintin her toenails . . . orange . . . and sprinklin sparkle into the fresh enamel.

    We talk for a while, in various languages, and decide it’s time for somethin t’eat. So we go get in her car, a metallic blue GTO convertible which she calls “Outlaw,” and go to her place, a second-floor apartment by a pond where she goes over to feed her horse, “Bucephalos.” At the door to the place I am challenged by a Rottweiler called “Predator” as she picks up her black cat named “Pyowacket.”

    Bizarre and mysterious exotic plants and memorabilia around the place – ceremonial spears, shrunken heads, an evil-looking iguana named “Fred,” a wall-sized foto of a full-grown Bengal tiger in full-airborne pounce, various exotic plants, but no TV. She hits a button on the wall and rich flamenco guitar fills the room from strategically placed speakers.

    She digs in her fridge and assembles an interesting collection of meats, vegetables, and other items which she tosses into a skillet for something I might call caldereta simply because I don’t know what else to call it. While it’s cooking, I dice up two enormous ripe mangoes and she pours two glasses of lemon-flavored tea over cracked ice. The flamenco now replaced by Brad Paisley.

    We sit on the veranda and watch the sun set as a small crowd of people swim in the pond and others dance on the dock to Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, and The Drifters. A nice shower after a few glasses of merlot with some sharp cheddar and saltines and it’s time for some Zs.

    What the hell do I need a TV for.

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  3. Peter3nj's avatar Peter3nj says:

    Another of my theories that few if any share. My old home town of historically European stock with a population of 50-55,000 hard working people saw its numbers augmented beginning in the 50’s into the 80’s by first Puerto Ricans then Cubans both known for their work ethic and strong family ties. A survey from 2008 saw a population of 70,000 not counting those choosing not to be counted. Meanwhile most Cubans and Puerto Ricans along with whites had moved on to greener pastures. English had become a foreign language, its two Catholic high schools were now a Moslem girls school and a middle school, both former public high schools now middle schools and a depression era built Roosevelt Stadium (where I played ball) knocked down to make way for a monstrous size high school covering four city blocks with a separate high school annex for the burgeoning freshman class only, a catholic cemetery where priests and nuns from the falling down neglected and abandoned Catholic Monastery were buried were moved to make way for condos and an athletic field. For the past twenty years or so the city has been known as a suburb of Santa Domingo, RD. The city’s avenues, boulevards and side streets in years gone by, then pleasant cruising venues
    are now heavily peppered with speed bumps, stop signs and stop lights. It is rare to drive without coming to a four way stop sign or traffic signal every 2-3 blocks if that.
    My theory is with the overwhelming population coming from south of the border and it’s environs thereof where traffic laws are scant if any this change turning a five to ten minute ride into a 20-30 minute affair is an effort to control the vehicular traffic flow. Meanwhile the double and triple parked cars in the shopping areas make it is easier for the gangs to service their drug buying public. One man’s progress is another man’s dystopian nightmare.

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  4. peter3nj's avatar peter3nj says:

    Hey Boco two things: Number one you described to a T my first wife before she left me for greener pastures and morphed into an overworked waitress looking wife of some 24 hour a day computer game playing unemployable jerk whom she adored till the day her liver quit her.
    Now then surely you must know Bill Gates will not sit by idly and allow his planet to spin out of control while he has yet to realize his dream of life and death power over the world’s population. That being said we’re good for at least another 20-30 years. Have a nice day y’all.

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  5. geeez2014's avatar geeez2014 says:

    I think we all get why some people think it’s “only fair” to let bad people stay in , and even destroy, other peoples’ property…..this is TYPICAL LIBERAL THINKING.

    BUT MY QUESTION IS ‘HOW CAN THIS BE LEGAL?’

    Did I miss something in either of our good buddy’s comments above?

    HOW CAN IT BE LEGAL??

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  6. Baysider's avatar Baysider says:

    How? But it is. Because tenants have rights, and leftie Marxists have pressed into the legal system the equation of “tenant” with anyone being in possession of the property cuz we don’t want more homeless on the streets. I’m. Not. Kidding.

    TRUE STORY from Soviet Monica
    A woman was renting her single family home in a very nice neighborhood exclusively through one agent. Agent arrived with prospects for a showing, and her key did not work. Discovered a couple inside – squatters who had already changed the locks. Called the police. Police talked to them. They had a bevy of locks all laid out on the floor along with work tools. The agent could not even try her key in them to prove they’d been removed from the house.

    They told police they had rented the house. The agent – and owner who by now was on the scene – affirmed that ONLY that agent had rental authority and she had NOT rented anyone the house. The police asked for the rental agreement. They said “we just rented it online and haven’t gotten the paperwork yet” (NO ONE gets keys without paperwork, btw). The police said “ok, there’s nothing we can do. They have a plausible story for having possession of the house.” YES!! THEY DID SAY THAT!!! The poor owner spent 5 months getting them evicted, and the house was not in great shape after that. No income. LOTS of expenses. She was lucky it was 5 months. It often goes on for a year.

    It’s totally inexplicable how the police did not haul their ass out of that place on the spot. (See para. 1) But squatters know this, and the problem is burgeoning. (Yes, I hear the tales at our rental housing provider meetings. The attorney always closes his stories with “be careful out there.”)

    They feel emboldened to just stop paying rent too and challenge you to get rid of them – even before covid when all evictions were stopped and little landlords went under cuz the same government who stopped evictions did NOT stop property taxes. Or mortgages.

    SECOND TRUE STORY, a better way. A variant was a local who rented an ADU in his back yard to a young college student. A handshake deal – no paper. He gave her a “deal” because he remembered his own struggles in school. One month she just stopped paying rent. Nope. Sorry. I don’t feel like paying any more. He could have gotten a lawyer. Instead he got a former army ranger friend who brought over some buddies. They timed it for when he knew la studenta had just left for class. The work crew and a locksmith arrived together. Changed the locks while the crew emptied the place of her stuff and put it on the curb. She was unhappy when she got back and called the police. The owner told them “I’ve never seen her in my life.” She insisted she had an agreement to live there. So the police said “show us your agreement.” Uh-oh. A rare time a verbal deal worked for the owner’s interest. She showed them her stuff on the curb, and the owner said “that’s your stuff on my lawn? Get it out of here!” And he was rid of her in one afternoon.

    So tenants can become squatters. One reason owners want hefty security deposits. Our governor is trying to close off that avenue now, not allowing us enough to cover anything but trifling repairs.

    How do people like this live with themselves? We have 2 parallel universes: one of the decent and the other of the indecent.

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  7. -FJ's avatar -FJ says:

    In the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson famously used a curious phrase to describe man’s fundamentally inalienable rights: “among these, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” What many do not know is that Jefferson was riffing off and augmenting a similar formulation from John Locke, who argued that we have inalienable rights to life, liberty, and property. Locke further argued that our right to property is meaningful in that the free use of our property is a means to enable our pursuit of happiness, thus explaining the meaning in Jefferson’s phrase. In this episode of New Discourses Bullets, host James Lindsay breaks down these inalienable rights and why they matter so much, especially in fighting against Woke Marxism. Join him to learn why they are at the center of everything we must protect and the primary target for any tyrant who would rule over us.

    If Government can alienate your property, they can alienate your happiness.

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  8. Baysider's avatar Baysider says:

    Life, liberty and property was edited to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness in the final version. Founders understood that property was key and the foundation of all rights. Wish they’d kept it.

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  9. -FJ's avatar -FJ says:

    @ Baysider – You’re SO right, the MEANS to achieving most desired ENDS.

    Shakespeare, “Hamlet” (Act IV, Sc. iv)

    How all occasions do inform against me
    And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
    If his chief good and market of his time
    Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
    Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and godlike reason
    To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
    Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
    Of thinking too precisely on th’ event
    (A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
    wisdom
    And ever three parts coward), I do not know
    Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
    Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
    To do ’t.

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  10. -FJ's avatar -FJ says:

    …Much like firearms are the MEANS for ensuring our liberty (2nd Amendment).

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  11. Baysider's avatar Baysider says:

    FJ + 1 again!

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