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Better left Unsaid

I’ve been told that when I am angry with someone I should just write them a letter and never send it.

I’ve never agreed with that.  If I am angry at someone, I will tell them.  I reserve that line of thinking for things that are on my mind but are better left unsaid for any number of reasons.

Now, I’m a modern man, so I do not write letters just because I’m emotional and never send them – I write emails regarding something I need to tell them, then add “On a more personal note:” and then send the email sans “On a…” to the end.

The following example I wrote today to my lawyer.  By the way of back-story I should tell you that although I am not a lawyer and barely a graduate of communications (I tell people I got my BA in BS!) I have worked in and with several law firms and several lawyers.  I am decently versed in the legal realm as I have written literally hundreds of legal pieces, from motions to red-lines to emails to billing statements to HUD statements to filing ect.  I have done everything short of represent someone in court or officially give legal advise.  I have not told my attorney this, nor do I think I will.  Let it just be said – I think he is an idiot and should be brought-up for attorney review and I will be taking him to fee arb if he ever gives me the bill he has been promising for over a year.

Without further ado, here is my latest “better left unsaid” email.

_____________________________________________________________

On a more personal note:

Regarding our phone conversation the other day, you stated that my wife would not get good service in the future and has not from you thus far because you don’t like my tone and my insults (that I do not see nor know of) and I was wondering if you really meant that or if you were just blowing off steam.

Also, you did not answer the question as to whether or not your performance so far has been an example of you doing your best.  I feel it is an important question.

You admit to not noticing the court restraining me, a non party to this specific matter, and not knowing that it is not a legal or enforceable restraint because of it.  You also told me I was wrong when I pointed it out to you, but three days of research later you finally figured-out that the court cannot restrain a person who is not only not a party to the case, but had not been given notice, nor was present to defend himself.  Well thanks for finally admitting I was right for the last 9 months.

It is a matter of record that you failed to file any cross-motion as requested, as of yet, although our correspondence proves we spelled-out what the order should contain in the email last dated April 5. 2010, 87 days prior to court and 72 days prior to when the cross-motion needed to be filed.  You completely and utterly failed to be, in any way, professional and were instead improper and negligent regarding this matter. A total actus reus that should have you running to kiss my ass while informing your insurance carrier and hiring your own attorney for your review.  This isn’t my opinion.  This is a matter of fact, verifiable through court filings, billing statements, and date/time stamped correspondence between us.

Although you disagree with me on the number, we both know you missed several meetings without giving us notice – leaving us standing in your parking lot for over an hour, and have yet to respond to requests about the “bill” you have been telling me you about for about a year.

I feel like you yelled at me and spoke down to me as if I were an idiot at the beginning of the aforementioned phone conversation and it made me very upset.  I heard you tell me that I don’t know what is going on and I need to stop pretending to be a lawyer, or pretend that I have any understanding of what is going on.  I hope you understand that the reason I am dissatisfied with your service thus far is spelled-out in the preceding paragraphs.  I feel no animosity towards you or your practice.  I have not been mad, angry, ect at you or your practice.  I am just a consumer who wish to express his dissatisfaction with the services given.  There is nothing personal and I would thank you to keep your personal insults towards me to yourself.

With Warmest Regards,

Scott Sinope

Piss on you

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Hello and good evening everyone out there in web world, it’s time to play another edition of  “What the f**k did that moron say?”  Are you ready?

Seriously, if you don’t know what and whom I’m talking about you are obviously new here, so let me rehash for your benefit:

1.  I live in a small rural town in New Jersey.

2. Things have worked wondrously in this township for several decades.

3. There is a drugged-out moronic hippie who is about as intelligent as a fruit fly and equally as profound.

4. She enjoys hearing herself talk and ignoring the obvious truths.  She also enjoys creating problems where there are none (or were none until she stuck her reprobatish nose into it.)

5. I have taken it to be my job to occasionally listen to the fetid bile that spews from her defecate stained lips, and respond with the obvious truth gained only from her own words (or plain reality.)

Time for a Reality Check!

There, now that we are all on the same page, it is time to begin.  I’m going to ignore several of her imbecilic excuses for writing simply because I don’t feel like wasting that much time on her worthless crap, so instead I will start with the one long post ironically entitled “too annoyed to post“.

As with most of her detestation of thoughts she has put to cyber-paper, this blog is about many different things, but is also about absolutely nothing – kind of like a Seinfeld episode, where everyone outside it knows it is fake but the actors seemingly do not and after you spend time and effort to watch and understand what is going on, it suddenly ends leaving you a little pissed at how crappy it was (boo to the final episode).

Back on her track marks – the aforementioned blog starts as a rant about the community bulletin board (that she protested against) on the field (that she protested against and tried to get the builders arrested) does not have any community news on it.

One would think this is a valid gripe, but you have to realize that she did not want the board, the land it is on, and is currently yelling about having to pay to have the board up and to change it periodically.  WELL WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT!?!?!?!!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?  This is a perfect example of how she can never be happy, that is unless she’s bitchin‘.

She then goes on a diatribe about how the township is kind enough to have a dump day, where residents can bring a pick-up load of junk, free of charge, because she feels discriminated against because she drives a small car and has two children and that’s not fair because most people in our town have a pick-up truck.  Well, anyone else care to point-out the obvious?  Fine, then I will.

Amelia, my dearest dirty ditzy dame, you are not being discriminated against.  I, and all of my friends, also have children.  Some of us have trucks, some of us do not.  In this situation we would babysit each others children and allow our trucks to be borrowed… how this applies to you… If you weren’t such a worthless piece of trash, if you weren’t such an annoying crabby nut case, if you didn’t attack and attempt to have arrested everyone you deal with — well — then you might actually have friends, and these “friends” might do nice things for you.  You see, you aren’t being discriminated against, your just an obnoxious bitch that no one can tolerate.

She then goes on about being able to exchange junk instead.  I might say, I agree with her to a point.  I use and utilize “freecycle”.  That is a group where to post (in your local area) usable junk you want to get rid of and look for stuff someone else considers junk.  This is a great thing.  What she wants is for junk to not be thrown out, but instead thinks it should be left next to the dumpster where several days later (while paying to hold the dumpster) pay more people to clean-up the trash that no one wanted.  She then complains about taxes.  PICK ONE!!!!!

Aside from the aforementioned “freecycle” the other thing we used to do is put our junk outside by our driveways a day before junk day.  People would drive around and cherry pick what they want before you threw it out.   Anyone out there want to guess why we can’t do that anymore?  Anyone care to guess who complained about it looking bad?  About it being a hazard?  Anyone care to venture a guess?  Hmmm?

She ends this post with two quick things; we should dump all of our local political leaders, and she demands to be allowed unrestricted access to the offices in the municipal building, were money and private papers are kept, after closing so she can use the bathroom during times the town allows others to utilize the public part of the building.  Might I add, there are public facilities available on site, but they are not good enough for her.  Might I also add that one of the times she states the town should allow her access to private offices is during movie night.  A night, (as she well knows) that no longer exists because she is a busybody who has an incessant need to stir-up trouble.  Shut-up.

(Super-cool article above!)

The next poorly thought out blog with birthing in the title is surprising to me.  I love literature and I love poetry.  All of the crap she has put on her blog has been just that, crap.  Self-serving, meaningless crap.  The poem on here is an exception.  It was well-written with a beautiful flow and a true grasp of language from the point of the  eye and ear.  Bravo.

Then, of course, she ruins this moment of beauty by not ending it where the poem ended.   She goes off on a tangent about the local government (for those of you who don’t know, she is only talking about five people,) and how we are too dumb to know the difference between what we choose and what has been chosen for us.  I will not allow myself to be offended by a moronic dirty hippie making suppositions about my intelligence.  I believe she has proven what side of the bell-curve she lies on…

Next!

Her most resent blog is aptly entitled “Incredulous”, and I say aptly because her idiotic web-log is incredulous.

Allow me to quote the sad degenerate;  “At the town meeting tonight I was speaking. I said “I can speak.” The Mayor said, “No you can’t. There is a police officer (state police man) behind you and he has a gun.” I said “What? Are you threatening me with a gun for speaking?” And he said “Its a joke”… I have been threatened with a gun by the Mayor… can prove that I was threatened with a gun by the Mayor for talking.”

(Forgive the breaks, if you wish to read it in it’s entirety, simply click the quote and you will be brought to the original posting from whence this came.)

Where to begin…

1. No, you weren’t threatened, he clearly stated it was a joke.

2. No, you weren’t threatened, “there is a police officer (state police man) behind you”.  If you were being threatened, he would have done something about it, especially because he was involved in the threat.

3. No, you weren’t threatened, he never said he would shoot you, he mentioned a separate person, the police officer, had the gun.  Are you, dearest Amelia, saying that the police really will shoot you?  Do you really believe that?  If not, I suggest you shut-up before you sling more mud at the people who serve and protect you every day of their lives, and stop besmirching them in your backwards juvenile way of trying to “get” the mayor.  It was a joke – most likely said in response to your tone.  (Can you, my faithful readers, imagine someone standing-up in a town meeting, being recognized by the committee to speak, looking the mayor in the face, getting the whole community waiting, on baited-breath, for her to speak and she only says, “I can speak.”  Imagine that!  It is either, sad, funny or infuriating depending on the person’s tone and level of mental handicap.  I can understand the mayor thinking she was joking to start!

Yes, Amelia, you and your blog truly are incredulous.

Our Short Easter Hike

Rocky Trail

The Rocky Trail

My family and I took our first hike of the season today.  The weather has been horrid these last few weeks and this has been our first opportunity to go out hiking since last fall.

We don’t go hiking all the time to be in touch with nature, or to commune with the trees or other such nonsense nor are we making some belabored metaphorical point of traversing rocky terrain and the perseverance of the human conditioning over the soul, blah, blah, blah.

I do it for the exercise.  My wife does it for exercise.  The boys do it for fun- to learn about the world around them.  We do it to spend time together as a family.

We like going to places such as Hacklebarney park here in New Jersey, or off Tug Hill in the Adirondacks, but because of the festive timing and our need to be home for dinner, we simply went to one of the Appalachian inlets that leads to the near fire-tower.

A quick look off the trail

A quick look off the trail

The hike is short (under 2 miles one-way,) incredibly rocky, and has a very steep climb to it.  This hike is best done at a quicker pace to make-up for the short distance, health wise,  but if you race to the top, you will miss some of the nice sites on the way- as well as miss out on some good quality family time.

The start of the trial.

At the mouth of the trail

We stayed on the main trail as little as possible, preferring the rockier, steeper and narrower side trails and tributaries.

The mouth of a side trail

The mouth of a side trail

A little further up

A little further up

Taking the path less traveled and harder to traverse helps in not only burning calories and toning muscle, but it helps to teach the kids the value of team work and helping each other to overcome obstacles.   More importantly– it’s also a lot of fun.

Once the land starts to flatten-out again you know that you are about to reach the pinnacle of your ascent. You may not think you came far, nor climbed high, but once you look over your shoulder were the hike began you can begin to realize how far you have traveled.

Nearing the top

Nearing the top of the trail's inlet

Another view

Another view of where we started.

Although I may have done so in the past, my children are still too young and small to scale the fire tower (and we did not have permission.)  So instead of seeing the whole county from a breath-taking height, we settled instead for a sip of water and a laugh at the picnic table just on the main trail.

Say cheese!

Say cheese!

In closing, let me just say that we had a lot of fun on our first hike of the season.  We are looking forward to many more in the future, and I wish to apologize for the poor quality of the pictures, but I only had my phone on me.

Casinos, Money, Hippies.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am proudly a resident of a small rural town in New Jersey.  I understand that Jersey has its problems, and over the last decade or so has become more and more of a Nazi-Nanny state that attempts to legislate and micromanage every resident… and that pisses me off.

Nazi Nanny State

Another thing that any reader of my blog would know, is that I can’t help but point-out how stupid and hypocritical a certain drug imbibing unwashed hippie freak is in her sad excuse for a blog story autobiography pharmacological experiment in typeset.  A short list of why this is:

1. She is an idiot.  I hate pseudo-intellectuals that pontificate without reason or knowledge on the subject of their devious diatribes.

2. She is hypocritical.  I hate hypocrites- especially ones that don’t can’t refuse to see it.

3. She publicized and perpetrated lies on her blog, and in person, that were both malicious and unfounded about people I know and respect.

4. She is a dirty hippie.  I hate hippies- wash them then throw them away because they are useless to society.  (Cartman agrees!)

5.  I have been told by others (and for this moment I will assume they were honest) that she is trying to have me arrested for speaking my mind against her mindlessness.  (As far as proof goes– well her friend’s husband is a NJ State Police Officer who used State owned computers and State paid time out of his day to investigate me and my blog as a favor to her– and forwarded a link to my blog to other officers– this I know to be a fact.  I also know this is a misuse of authority, privileged information, public resources and tax money, and this officer deserves to lose his job and forfeit his pension.)

Uh-oh!

Uh-oh!

6. She doesn’t see the irony of calling the state authoritarians to do her bidding after maligning them- and does not see the hypocrisy in trying to have me arrested for doing the same thing she is.

7. Well, this is the true topic of my blog…

I read a neat article from The Chicago Tribune about how the city proposes to make-up their budget shortfall after a near 66% income tax increase.  One idea struck me as fun- a state owned casino.  The city currently doesn’t have a casino and given its known history of early gang and mafia activity, and being a hot-bed of sin and corruption; I find a city owned casino to be a fitting solution to their fiscal problem.

One 71-year old resident who was polled said, “A lot of people like casinos because it is literally a voluntary tax when you lose, and you can’t do better than that.”

I would agree.  But I know someone who wouldn’t….

Our town has a fund-raising casino night.  I have yet to go (small children and no baby sitter make Scott a dull boy,) but I hear it is a smashing good time.

All work and no play

There is no money won or lost in this casino night, just a good time to be had.  The town makes it’s money from the tickets sold.  Because the venue is small and the draw for this night is sizable there are limited tickets, and if you want to go, you must reserve your tickets in advance.  This is where kumba-yucky hippie comes in.

Word has it she reserved six tickets in advance- possibly keeping six other from attending- but like a typical useless liberal hippie doper, when the bill came due and she had to put-up the money- she bailed.   Claimed she couldn’t make it because her drug shipment was running low, so the music was starting to suck, or some other such nonsense, and her friends (for whom she reserved the other tickets for) wouldn’t come because gambling is evil.  Let’s review- no money is won or lost- there is no actually gambling- they won’t go out of principle against the evils of gambling.

Guess they should do more passing and less puffing.

What me? Reason?

For more information- please consult Wikiality for the definition of “Hippies”

Hippies are the aboriginals of the commie world, a less advanced version of liberals.

Hippies are smelly people with poor fashion sense.                                                               

Female hippies are undistinguishable from the males, aside from the vaginas.

Important Information:
Tools for Eliminating Hippies

* Death Metal Music (particularly Slayer)
* American Flag
* Hippie Digger (Like a Bulldozer)
* Jesus
* Adding chemicals to organic foods
* Ted Nugent

I almost forgot:  she can be found on my blog roll and here.

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