Posted on 03/17/2009 4:28:02 PM PDT by NoGrayZone
"RUSH: Here's a story out of Malibu, California, where Bob Dylan has a compound, and some of his neighbors are charging in "an increasingly odoriferous dispute" that he's got a portable toilet outside the house, and the odors coming from this estate, which is Point Dume, are getting to the point that they're intolerable."
"Residents contend that the nighttime sea breeze sends a noxious odor from a portable toilet on Dylan's property wafting into their homes. The stench has made members of one family ill and forced them to abandon their bedrooms on warm nights, they say. For more than six months, Dylan, 67, has ignored their complaints and their pleas to remove the outhouse, the downwind neighbors say. 'It's a scandal -- 'Mr. Civil Rights' is killing our civil rights,' said David Emminger, whose home is directly behind the toilet..." Now, the outhouse... You may be wondering, "What the hell is Bob Dylan doing with an outhouse?" Isn't he an environmentalist wacko, and isn't this how environmentalists want us all to live: doing all this au naturel out in the woods and so forth? They don't like this in Malibu? They probably wouldn't like this in Marin County, either."
(Excerpt) Read more at rushlimbaugh.com ...
BOB DYLAN - Blowing in the wind (Madison Square Garden NY 1971)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4nPJ-YYHBc
In California you never just get disgusted or annoyed or grossed out by a smell or irritant, out here you have to get sick and become physically ill from whatever it is. It is some kind of drama queen code.
“Knock, Knock, Knocking on the Outhouse Door....”
That is exactly what it is. Somatizing one's neurosis is a characteristic of the hysterical personality. It is scarce and becoming an endangered species through much of this fair land but thrives in the warm hothouse atmosphere of Subbern Collyfornya.
Go ‘way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I’m not the one THAT SMELLS, babe,
I’m not the one THAT PEE’D.
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Never weak but always SMELLS strong,
To protect you an’ defend you
Whether you are RIPE or wrong,
Someone to open each and every ODOR,
But it ain’t me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe,
It ain’t me you’re SNIFFIN for, babe.
Port Dukie
His place isn’t in {Port Dume, it’s in Port O’Let.
LOL
ping
Isn't that one on Bob Dylan's Greatest *hits?
I knew Bob Dylan was a worthless jerk nobody would want for a neighbor when he did “Like a Rolling Stone” in 1965.
Typical celebrity leftie. Only now he’s targeted oceanfront property owners in his socialistic zeal to affront and offend.
If Dylan tried that along South Carolina’s beachfront, valuable things he owned would soon be up in smoke.
Great reporting here ...
“’Mr. Civil Rights’ is killing our civil rights”
Nobody ever thought of him as that, certainly he never did.
“Isn’t he an environmentalist wacko”
No, he is not.
Just a drive-by trashing of Bob Dylan. Heck, with this lame report, I’ll just assume the owner is someone else, and the neighbors are idiots.
you could be the author of this “piece”.
Not a celebrity leftie, not a socialist, doesn’t seem like a jerk. Other than that, merely overwrought.
Ooooooo! A Dylan groupie nerve I seem to have hit.
Forget 1965, he’s an unneighborly inconsiderate jerk in the right here and now. No politics.
“Overwrought”?
Please......................
What if the outhouse were just on the other side of his neighbor’s property line? The lawyers would swoop in like “Fly, my pretties, fly!”
“Idiot Wind’
Hehehe we should take them for rides in the midwest past the pig farms, they’d never survive. ;)
Tangled up in Malibu.
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