Today an iIllegal immigrant immune to a wall on the Mexican border who assaulted a guy over a hat ended up detained by ICE in Falmouth, a poorly bred halfwit career criminal manged to fail not once, but in four attempts to violently rob residents of a neighborhood in West Springfield, and meanwhile, in New Bedford….
Some unwashed vagrant who goes by “J Rock” is really upset that his apartment in Harborview Towers is infested with mice and roaches, and he has taken to social media to tell you all about how it is totally not his fault, you guys, in what may be the itchiest, most gag reflex-inducing 20 minutes of your day:
With a persona like that, I simply cannot understand why Mr. Rock is living in a low income apartment building in the shittiest part of the shittiest city on the South Coast.
This is the New Bedford version of consumer protection. J Rock keeps repeating, “People get roped in to this”, like he has been paying for a luxury oceanfront condominium and instead finds himself living in a shitty low-income apartment in the South end of the South Coast’s most scum infested armpit. Maybe you need to manage your expectations a little better, buddy. You go by “J Rock” and spend your free time filming the hoodbooger version of MTV’s cribs on your shitty Boost mobile phone while ripping butts in your kitchen and crying about living conditions for your kids. The odds of you buying a nice home in Dartmouth or even Fairhaven was exactly zero to begin with.
You weren’t hoodwinked here, you are right where you choose to be. Other able bodied young men with families might be, I don’t know, working instead? But not J Rock. He’s out here warning the rest of the EBT mafia to avoid one of the many luxurious state funded hovels his fine city has to offer, as if there’s even a real choice there.
And although I will give J Rock the benefit that his apartment is very clearly vermin-infested, I’d like to make the gentle suggestion that perhaps this is the case because the only thing that sees less washing than the matted oil slick of a mane stuffed under his flat brim is every single inch of his living space.
The used maxi pad really compliments the urine caked toilet. Quite the “I sell these stamps for half on the dollar” ambiance you got going on there, Crackaroni and Sleaze.
I’m no exterminator, but I feel like a good way to discourage infestation is to not leave garbage, dirty paper plates and general filth strewn across every single square foot of your home.
I almost feel bad for the mice.
I agree that it’s no way to live, J. I just think you need to invest in some bleach and a broom and dustpan for starters. And maybe adhere to the “smoke free” policy while you’re at it, if you’re going to get so damn upset.
Not that it even needs any more discrediting, but the chorus of sentagraphs written in broken English by Government Handoutville’s finest citizens agreeing with Mr. Rock’s assessment of the New Bedford Public Housing Authority’s tax payer funded accommodations don’t exactly lend much credence to his argument.
Sure thing. He definitely “tried”….everything but not living in abject squalor.
Anyway, tune in next week, when J Rock checks in to complain about the taste and consistency of Government cheese.
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