by
BAO DAI of HOLLYWOOD
Dateline: Hollywood, 6.11.00
LIFE AT THE TOP OF A FASCIST REGIME
Apparently, since I made the loudest noise about the proposed "special
assessment of two grand (not having it I squawked very indignantly). I
even pointed out all the work they claimed to need it for had been
proposed for Calendar 1999, without any increase in fees or special
assessments. The survivors of the Board circa '99 explained the
President had resigned in response to the question: "Why is this work NOW
going to cost $60,000 we don't have?"
Now this made no sense, but as I seized the reins of power I noted the
past President (the one who had resigned but supposedly had not absconded
with the money (What, was he going to do the repairs himself for
free?)) was a socialist leaning leftward toward communism. Casa Ricardo,
which is not your ideal setting for a utopian dream was, in my opinion, in
need of firm, but fair, libertarian guidance.
Therefore, I hand picked a board of mindless zombies (with the exception
of one woman who had previously served on with me when we were all Pod
Board Members under the direction of one of LA's biggest slum lords who is
now chained to the toilet in a crack house with a scheduled early release
date in 2004), and was anointing Board Members with titles and silently
planning to issue an edict canceling the special assessment (which I had
negotiated down to $1200) when [imagine the "Someone's Getting
Whacked" theme music from Godfather II] this frail voice spoke up: "Well I
think I should stay on the Board."
I turned in horror. I wanted to scream, "NO! Back to the grave with
you!" but was not sure she was dead. What I did know is we were in
trouble, because as a former student of Political Science at one of
America's leading institutions, not to mention as the claimant to the
throne of the House of Nyguen, I knew that as soon as any pseudo
democratic body becomes infected with one fascist, the whole thing turns
into a Franco Revival Meeting. I knew we were doomed because not only was
this woman a fascist, she was an old school, brown shirt fascist.
I know, I know... what possible harm could one old lady do? Let me tell
you... there's a reason political murders are sometimes considered
"good."
First, being old, she is obsessed with at least one thing, and her thing
is that the elevator will break. It's one of those totally irrational
fears that defies all logic, because, yeah, the elevator COULD break (with
luck by a snapped cable with her in it). And yes, if it broke now,
replacing it (and the car, an unnecessary cosmetic detail) and doing all
these repairs scheduled by the communist regime many of which involve
illegally spending common funds for improvements to privately owned
property, would pretty much deplete the reserves so that if someone's
illegal meth lab blew up, we couldn't do the repairs (short version on the
illegality of the funding of repairs: I bring this up at first meeting
and Mrs. Mussolini shoots me down with "That's already been decided!" I
then realized the stupidity of appointing all lackeys to the
Board... they're lackeys of whoever sounds the nastiest, and her being an
old lady, obviously she can sound pretty darn nasty toward me and I can't
politely return fire).
Second, being an old fascist, she has access to unlimited supplies of Nazi
Gold. Therefore, I doubt she has to PAY a mortgage, but rather just the
Association Dues and this assessment, and since she's a fascist, she's
constantly on methamphetamine and eats nothing, talks constantly and
obsesses late at night about the elevator and my plans to cut the cable,
so she has SPARE cash on top of that.
This fact coupled with her methedrine delusions causes her to have no
concept of either time or money. Thus the Board Meetings run on forever
as she pulls out tiny newspaper clippings and makes long, Hitleresque
speeches about how everyone... particularly the black couple in 110, or
"that Jewish Girl" in 302, or the Lesbians in 308 -- as well as everyone
else -- should all be forced, at Lugar point, to buy the exact same window
shades, plants, and patio furniture, rambling off quotes for knick knacks
she wants the Association to buy everyone to "promote uniformity."
Things will turn ugly in the next couple weeks as we have illegally
contracted to have all patios and balconies covered with this shit she
likes and some people, with the permission of the communists, laid
down tiles on their balconies while others, pursuant to the Constitution
of the Casa, actually maintained their balconies so they would not
collapse in the slightest breeze (others, feigning no knowledge of
English, kept asking for the Board to fix their balconies and the Board
kept making fun of them behind their backs while refusing to their
faces,
I am already getting crap, from the fascist's personal lackey, about my
offer to allow people who did not want this shit spread on their balcony
to opt out of the illegally pain for refurbishment. "We can't have
that." At the same time some of the more independent owners are pointing
out: "Hey, I can't come have a freaking party on your balcony, so I guess
it's NOT a common area, so you ain't tearing up my $3000 tile job to
spread your shit."
So I am loading the shot gun and pumping it once. My speech?
"There are owners here who value liberty and justice and who are big fans
of Fred Mertz who have said we can only spread our shit when we pry the
doors of their units from Al Gore's cold gray hands or something like
that, so here -- five shots and a box of shells. Fire the first at short
range at the door, if necessary reach in and open, pump and fire at
anything moving and repeat. Meanwhile I'll order the choppers to lay down
a little rocket cover for the jack hammer squadron as it moves in to tear
up tiles and the shit spreaders will drop in from the roof catching these
malcontents off guard.
Ve vill begin Project Unity at 0800 hours on 20 June... Viva Generalissimo
Francisco Franco! Viva la revolucion! Viva la revolucion! Viva la
revolucion!