Hi guys - the BS Bar & Grill declares a sympathy wake, complete with free cyber drinks and eats, due to the passing of a real character: Sheikh Mohammed al-Fassi, dead at 50 (dang, that's another one!).
You may not remember his name but you probably remember his most famous act, painting the statues at his Beverly Hills mansion au natural, which means flesh colored, with natural colored pubic hair, head hair, and nipples. Ticked off his neighbors, who were besides themselves, something awful.
Given my own run-in with neighbors (over my bees) I admire anyone with the chutzpah to thumb their nose at the property value Nazis.
The one thing that gives me immense satisfaction is watching the guy who owns the house next door mow his lawn twice a week, into one of those criss-cross Scotch plain designs, and get down on his hands and knees with a manicure set to make it even more perfect. I know he overdoes it to prove a point, and it tickles me.
I fantasize about sprinkling dandelion seeds on his work of art, but that would be trespassing, and I respect his right to do what he wants with his own private property. Too bad he doesn't extend the same courtesy to me and my bees.
Anyway, hats off to Mohammed al-Fassi. I expect his life was cut short when an arsonist set his Beverly Hills mansion on fire, and the neighbors gathered and shouted "burn, burn, burn!" as it was reduced to rubble. (Shades of the Salem witch trials!)
Reminds me of a local lawyer whose own life was cut short after he lost a case against the county (they forced him to cut his grass against his will).
When tilting against windmills, only pick cases you can win, or lose without being destroyed.
Drinks on the house! |
