This past March, some white trailer trash moved in across the way from me.
Right afterwards, they began running a generator 24/7 to supply themselves
with power (supposedly they can't afford to have electricity run to their
sty). I complained to the township supervisors about the constant noise and
the idiots did quit running the generator at night, but I've had to listen
to that racket hour after hour, day after day, week after week for six
months. Every time I open a door or window, every time I want to sit on my
deck, it's there. Given that we had 90+ degree heat through most of the
summer, I felt trapped in my closed up house because listening to that
generator drives me nuts after a short while.

I went back to the supervisors last week and found out the township does not
have a noise/disturbing the peace ordinance. But the supervisors told me
they've had numerous complaints on different matters about these jerks,
including from the sewerage inspector. Seems the sow living in the trailer
has no sewage, craps in a bucket, and hauls the bucket to her mother's place
to flush her wastes away. Ye gods.

Today when I got home from work, I had planned to cook on the grill since
it's a warm, sunny evening - but the yahoos across the way are burning. When
I opened the door to my deck, my whole house filled with what smells like
burning plastic. I looked over their way and saw thick clouds of black smoke
rising above the trees.

I've thought of several ways of dealing with the situation, all of them
immoral and most of them illegal. But I'm at my wits end with this - I can't
see spending the rest of my life listening to that damn generator and
putting up with the other nonsense this crew is dishing out.

Sorry about the long rant, but any suggestions about where I should go from
here to regain my quality of home life and sanity would be most appreciated.