Was playing his "music" again last night - Sunday evening, 9:45. Boom Boom Boom. Muthafucka, bix nood... etc. (Click here for a sampling: http://bixnood.ytmnd.com/

We can hear (and feel) this shit from a quarter mile away, through insulated walls and double pane top of the line Andersen casement windows.

So once again, out came the diesel tractor. The "music" turned off almost immediately. But the little motherfucker (and his cracker parents) don't get it, apparently, as this is the second time I have had to bring out the tractor, point the high beams directly at their house and rev the engine with the exhaust stack also pointed right at their fucking "manufactured home."

Rap and wiggers. Even here in the country.

We are doomed.