Erm, while I agree that it might be the case in some places, it's not necessarily to keep the poor man down. I live in a historic neighboorhood, (in Virgnia, this is, not my college apartment) and it's really an eyesore to go down the street with all these lovely colonial age (and colored) homes and then there is this horrid purple house with a yellow door and green shutters.

Also, gated communities are not really there to keep poor people out so much as they are an attempt to cut down on burglary. People feel safer with a guard at the gate, ya know?

Rave: Going home this weekend, so I'll have access to a computer for 24 hours in a row! Woohoo!

Here's what I'd do- RENT a house in the neighbourhood. Drive property values down as much as I can(Firecrackers, tackiness, junk(not litter) in the front yard, and drive my car up onto the yard so that it'll leak into the ground. Then move out to a pre-determined location.

I don't have a problem with gated communities, cause they generally are safer and anyone I'd have visiting me would have a code or whatever to pass the gate anyway, but if I own a piece of property, the fact that someone can tell me how to decorate it makes me really freakin angry... And I don't even own property!

I live in north carolina, so I'm allowed to do this.

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North Carolina's gotten a lot of snow this winter, hasn't it?

Shakespeare.

I was looking for inspiration for my randomised Lusternian insult generator, so I went to the master himself. I ended up laughing too much. Here are some choice tidbits.

I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
As I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Is thy name Mouldy?
On my knee I give heaven thanks that I am not like to thee.
You should be women and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so.
Would thou were clean enough to spit on.
He has not so much brain as ear wax.
She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

And for all the wrong reasons:
Thou misshapen Dick.

Happy birthday Xiel.

You have to sign a contract when you buy the house or land. They won't sell it until you do. The contract, like any other legitimate contract, is legally binding. It specifies what the restrictions and fines are. You can choose to agree to them (and buy the land) or not (and not buy the land). Simple as that.

It may be bogus in many ways but it's perfectly legal. The owner of that land has no obligation to sell to you, so if they want to attach provisions before they're willing, your options are to take them, counteroffer and persuade them to change it, or go buy somewhere else. It's not really the government's business, provided the terms in the contract are themselves legally valid.

Oooh! Happy birthday!

Can they force you to sign after you move in? I don't imagine so, but surely some putative neighbourhood neo-nazi (hiiiii, godwin) would stomp around waving a contract.

If you bought land without any provisions or riders at all, then no, they can't force you to accept new ones.

This winter is the first time I've seen snow in my 6 years of living here.

Snoooow.

Snow is melting here!

Yay no snow!

Yours is melting?

We keep getting more...

The solution is obvious, send your snow in numerous trucks to them.

We went from -48c (skin freezes in under 1 second) to +5c (break out the shorts).

Is nice.

You fiend.

O.o

...my birthday was in October.

Though, even if it's a wee bit belated.

Oh. I was tricked!

But, happy late birthday! Or... really early birthday! Or, if you're an Alice in Wonderland fan, Happy Unbirthday!

Happy birthday Xiel!