Imagine walking by a newsstand, and on the cover of Thrasher magazine, you see someone on your property, barging a handrail. You quickly remember that you had to spend time and money repairing this railing after it was mysteriously damaged. Now you are publicly reliving the trauma of the clandestine violation of your property and witnessing the grotesque display of this heinous act, publicly. Everyone you walk by seems to know what went down, that these skaters cucked your rail while you were at work. Once friendly faces now seem nefarious and mocking. At night, on the web you research this “thrasher magazine” for answers. We’re you targeted specifically? Was this a random act? WILL THEY TARGET YOU AGAIN?!? You live in fear, a shell of yourself, a failure to protect your property. Your wife takes the kids and moves into a building with a doorman out front, “to try to feel safe again” she says.
Then, one night, while trying to find some closure at the bottom of a bottle, back on the internet looking for answers, you realize someone must be profiting off your pain. You google “Michael Burnett yearly salary” and see a number in the MID SIX FIGURES!
I’m not saying we can stop these “rail cucks” from violating homeowners walkways, but we can ask, who profits and if an editor of a magazine should make that much money.