“My neighbor has insanely bald tires. I had to leave a note today. Good samaritan or asshole thing to do?” – Jason H.
A neighbor of Bill and Hillary Clinton is poking fun at them in the wake of an email scandal that has threatened to derail former secretary of State Hillary’s potential presidential run.
Gary Murphy, who lives down the road from the Clintons in Chappaqua, N.Y., posted a sign at the end of their street with the message: “FOR SALE. Used Email Server. Clean Hard Drive. 15 Old House La. — See Bill.”
The sign was referencing the scandal involving Hillary Clinton’s use of a private email address during her time as secretary of State (2009-2013) in the Obama administration. The email address was set up on a server located at the Clintons’ Chappaqua home.
The Daily Voice report claims Murphy’s satirical sign was posted at the intersection of Old House Lane and Route 117, near the Clintons’ home.
In a separate Washington Post interview, Murphy said the idea to create the sign came to him after listening to Clinton explain the scandal during a Tuesday press conference.
“I listened to that press conference, and something bothered me … it seemed like such a controlled environment,” Murphy told the Post. “It was kicking around in my head, just because she says it’s over doesn’t mean it’s over. … It was a real arrogant way to do it. “I see her playing the bully and the victim, and I don’t think you can be both.”
Meanwhile, a Business Insider report from Wednesday quoted an expert who said Clinton’s body language as she answered questions about the scandal showed “a high level of discomfort.”
From what we can tell, this is the Hillary Clinton’s actual mailing address which means a Shame Notice goes out Monday. We’re not taking sides here, just doing our job.
After a shooting incident in front of my building and attempted break in of my apartment, I decided I had enough of Harlem. I searched for about a month and was very excited to find a new place on a quiet and safe block of 27th Street in Murray Hill. On my first night there, it was about 1am and I was up late unpacking my stuff. Suddenly, I heard a loud banging noise coming from the hallway. I looked through my peephole, and to my horror, I noticed someone trying to break into the apartment across from me.
I immediately thought to call the police but couldn’t find my phone. I began to nervously look around for it, then after a few seconds I noticed the burglar managed to finally get inside. So I raced up to the 3rd floor where the Super lived and frantically knock on his door. When he opened I yelled “Call the police! I think someone just broke into the apartment across from me!” The Super calmly looked at me and said “No, That’s just ‘Rachel’. She’s got so much crap in her apartment that she has to tackle the door open just to get in.” What I thought was a robbery in progress actually turned out to be much, much worse.
I found out I was living across from a hoarder. She had been accumulating junk for over 20 years and it had gotten to the point where every inch of her apartment was covered from front to back. And only a thin wall separated us. Of course the A-hole real estate agent who showed me the place conveniently forgot to mention this.
It took almost six years of complaining to the super, the landlord, a lawyer, the fire department, as well as multiple calls to 311 and two different non-profit organizations that dealt with hoarders. But finally In August of 2008 the gods answered my prayers. Just when I had given up hope the “Junk Pros” arrived. It took them 5 days, 10 hours per day, and a crew of 6 to clean out the landfill apartment. One of the Junk Pros told me about some of the disgusting things they found in there, like food that expired in the early 90’s, bottles filled with piss and shit, and a sticky trap with a fossilized rat stuck to it. I happened to peek into the apartment and take photos of the clean up everyday:
“729 Silver Lake Drive, Keller Tx 76248” – Buie
Submitter didn’t leave anything but the address, but we’re assuming the truck blocking the sidewalk is the problem. An address = a Shame Notice of course.