I
think most of you will be able to appreciate the following review
which I mailed a friend yesterday. It needs some set-up so I'll just
re-write some parts of earlier postings to give some coherence to the
whole mess. Oh, wait, just go read Hindu
Medicine Show, it'll pretty-much do the same thing. I've been
meaning to try and condense it, gave it up as too much work. The
below letter stands on its own anyway.
Cypress
Inn
Moved in Sunday evening,
January 31, 2016. Too tired to do much but sleep. Good thing because:
Cypress Inn has gone from
a decent, low-priced motel to, in just 3 years, having rooms almost
as nice as a broken-down gas station restroom. Ungodly filthy. Bombay
slum filthy. Smells only a rat could love...
From the wiring (most
sockets loose, uncovered, fire ready to start, "installed"
inverted), plus the smoke detector is dismantled,
to the dog vomit
''carpeting''.
The microwave is broken,
no one to repair or replace it. Actually, these trash do not give a
damn.
(update: as of 2/5/2016 I
now have one that "works", kinda. The package the ramen
cooker came in had the simple instructions of "put ramen in
cooker, add water to fill line, and microwave on high for 3 minutes."
Simple, eh? Wellllll, after 3 minutes, the water was just getting
warm and the noodles crispy. Nuked it on high for 3 more minutes,
still hard and raw, 3 more, kinda OK. Home microwaves seem to come
with the most common high power setting being 1,100 watts these days
so this candlepower thing must be around 370 watts. ...wonder which
Bombay garbage dump they got this piece of junk?)
ZERO housekeeping
(towels, soap, trash, sheets (same sheets have probably been on the
bed since the last time I was here), general motel stuff) after 4
days.
Flaking, peeling paint job
in room, badly multiple-dented door left over from some sort of 3rd
world invasion.
The smell of this place
lingers with ME,
who has very little sense of smell left after the stroke. Dead whore
left in the room too long? Lots of dead mice in the walls? At least
the roaches have lots to eat...
No one here today
(Wednesday, 2/3/2016) but one extremely bitchy hindu woman.
Friday, 5 February: ZERO
housekeeping despite being told Monday (without asking) someone would
be over to clean the filthy, filthy, stinking carpet.
...still smells like a
Bombay garbage dump.
NO maintenance man
at all,
"staff" does not
understand English and is always surly.
"Guests" include several buff, dread-locked,
extremely loud rap-racket listening gang-bangers and their mud-shark
females. If looks could kill, I've been murdered.
Early Wednesday morning at 1:04 AM, I received several
loud knockings on my door. Guess who didn't answer it. Ya think a
short, scrawny, partially paralyzed, 65 year-old white guy in a wheelchair should?!!
Without the smallest
doubt, this is the most god-awful motel I have been in after
3,000,000 air-miles and 44 years of working in several countries
including the 3rd world, plus many parts of the U.S. and there have
been a few real beaut's. This place has won the "honor" of
being named the Shit-pit from Bombay.
I
recommend this place be nuked from orbit.
Cypress
Inn
2987
W US Highway 90
Lake
City, FL 32055 (386) 752-9369
(note:
this is a excellent destination for your mother-in-law!)
2nd
week...
This place is an
absolute, stinking, foul, hindu dump with absolutely foul-tempered,
not-understanding-English hindus running it. It's hard to believe an
outfit serving the public thinks it can get away with such dreck. I
don't know why these nasty creatures insist on bringing their filthy
3rd world ways to this country, it's sure not appreciated. These
worthless scum from the wretched hive of villainy called India can
take a perfectly previously good place like this with a perfectly
fine crew of maintenance and housekeeping, and run it into the dirt.
Charge the same amount as was charged when humans owned it and expect
their customers not to notice? I'd imagine they have few repeat
customers, at least not human ones... It's been "educational."
In case you're
curious, as a small, crippled old white guy in a wheelchair with one
useful arm and leg, I am un-failingly
polite and smiling. ...something about not being eaten I think!
This is the
beginning of my second week. Bedding hasn't been changed. Carpet as
filthy as it was in the beginning. For fun, if you want to turn the
bedside light off, you have two ways to do it. Unplug it from the
wall (with the loose, uncovered socket), or un-screw the bulb.
It's even more fun
to turn on in the dark. So far I've avoided being electrocuted.
I'd imagine the
fire codes are in a whole bunch of violations. I wonder how much they
pay to have these things "not noticed"? Hindu fire code
inspectors? I know that was done in the famous (hold on.....
....had to try and kill a bunch of roaches that crawled out from
under the bed and up the wall. Missed.) case of "Dr."
Nareshkumar Gandalal Patel, the incredibly criminal,
nasty-to-the-4th-power abortionist with the local medical "ethics"
board; it was headed by another dot-brain and Patel skated for 30+
years.
Turning the water
on in the lavatory is best done when one is fully awake as it sprays
as much horizontally as it does down. No aerator, lots of lime
build-up.
There's a 2 inch
sag in the middle of the lavatory counter-top as the front board has
become separated from the top. Won't take much for it to wind up on
the floor. I tried to put my little coffee maker there as there IS a
safe-looking outlet on the wall, however the sagging was too much for
it. It's on a pair of cardboard boxes on the pigsty carpeting now.
There are exactly
2 drawers in this joint. Two.
There is a small,
circular table with one filthy upholstered chair. Don't ask what that is hanging from underneath the table. No, I don't know, don't want to. Looking at the chair makes
one to want to change pants. Nasty. The radiating iron feet of the
table are a constant annoyance, especially for one in a wheelchair.
Did
I mention this joint is a dive? Although I am paying the weekly rate,
I pre-paid a month thinking this place was the same as in years
passed. I checked on getting my payments for the following 3 weeks
back (without mentioning what a stinking dump this place had morphed
into) and was glurped and wargled to about it not being possible
while acting very
hostile.
What
is it that
causes hindus to be so hostile when they pay attention at all, or
what causes such great vanity and narcissism while being so
incredibly incompetent?
Go
read the Hindu Medicine
Show for my first-person experiences with the Indian medical
establishment in this country.
Wretched.
Wretched.
February
15th,
2016
This
place is beyond foul. My opinion of the Indian
“people” has
gone down over the years until now. What
they call “music” is to Western ears about as musical as cats
having carnal knowledge of
each other. There’s
a reason for it, that’s all the hindus know how to do. With four
times the population in a
third the space, the
hindu-humpers
keep their dicks hard and the females keep their legs spread. When
they run out of dirt to crap
on, they merely move to a less populated country and crap
on theirs. ...and keep on humping.
Their
“religion(s)” with somewhere around 330 million
deities kinda says all about their mental processes, and with
(according to the Times
of India,
an
“un-biased source)
an average hindu I.Q. of 82, there’s nothing useful about these
worthless piles of used
dog food.
India’s
worst-of-the-worst emmigrate to countries that let them keep on
copulating.
These “creatures” are NOT
people,
hell, they are not even animals. I’m
beyond fury. The
occasional one that kinda does something worthwhile is feted with all
kinds of honors. Give me a break; with 1,350 million
of these things in India alone, one would expect at least a few that
did SOMETHING
worthwhile.
1,350,000,000
bipeds in a tiny country like India.
Why
are hindus so staggeringly stupid?
There
have
been over two solid weeks since I’ve been here and not
once
has there ever been any attempt to perform any sort of housekeeping.
There is absolutely
zero
maintenance no matter what screwed-up crap
needs fixing, just a bunch of yabbling, extremely obnoxious
dot-brains in the “office.” They’ve
taken a perfectly comfortable motel and converted it to absolute
trash.
The
worst happened this morning at 4:50 AM when a bunch of 3rd-worlders
were hammering on my door continuously followed by a totally
indecipherable phone call without any reply as
to
what or who “they” were looking for. The
yabbling
“they”
managed to get the door unlocked. The dead-bolt, set in the wooden
jamb, held. I
could not tell the race or sex of the creatures from the voices.
This
was the 3rd
time for this merde’
to
have
taken place. I’m frightened. After
being robbed blind by our utterly useless “government” following
my stroke, and now being dirt poor and crippled, I’m in a very bad
position. Millions of miles and decades of time with some sketchy
places behind me and I’m finding that Hell can be found on this
Earth.
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