(Except It’s Not Funny)

Nothing says ‘we respect your space‘ like waking up to find security cameras that can be pointed directly at your windows. Yes, windows. As in: kitchen, back door and the upstairs bathroom. Because apparently privacy is optional now – especially if your brother owns the house and thinks that makes him King of All He Surveys.
Let me back up.
You ever walk through your home and feel like something’s… off? That weird skin-crawly feeling like you’re being watched? Turns out, I wasn’t just paranoid – I was being actually watched. New cameras, suddenly installed, no warning, no discussion. One minute you’re living your life, the next minute you’re in a low-budget version of Big Brother: Rural Edition.
I live here under legal right of residency. Not as a tenant. Not as a squatter. Not as a couch-surfing cousin. Legal. As in written-in-a-will, black-and-white, not-up-for-debate. But in Bully Yates Land, that just means I get to star in his surveillance experiment, complete with boundary-blurring camera angles and zero consent.
Can we take a moment for the camera that overlooks the bathroom? Because that’s not just inappropriate, it’s a whole new level of messed up. Is this security, or some twisted Sims game where my morning shower is now considered ‘suspicious activity’?
And of course, no surprise visit from the rural security state would be complete without that classic family move: silence. No conversation. No ‘hey, heads up, I’m installing cameras’. Just quiet control dressed up as ‘concern’.
Let me say it louder for the people in the back: Security doesn’t require secrecy. And protecting your property shouldn’t come at the expense of someone else’s dignity and right to feel safe inside their own home.
So here we are again. Me, my blog, and a fresh helping of boundary-stomping nonsense.
Lesson of the day: Even your own home can feel like a hostile environment when power, ego and tech meet unchecked entitlement. But hey – at least the blog is thriving, right?

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