The sun was low and the weather was unseasonably warm for early March that reached into the high 50's. Traveling in my trusty old Forsakenly Departed Pickup always makes the ride an experience. Turning off the main road onto a partially paved lane that ultimately leads to an unpaved and muddy path is where many Hikers stop and park their expensive SUVs. Myself, pushing my pickup to her limits and keeps going through the dips and bumps making my truck being tossed and bounced to the point that my posterior was becoming airborne from the Driver's Seat. Though I was traveling a mere three to five miles per hour, I was in fear that a leaf spring or axel would snap. But as always my faithful truck brings me back home every time. However, the ride itself was enriched by tranquility!
Once parked in a position to access the structures, it was time to get ripped up by the thick and overgrown dormant Multiflora Rose. Never wear anything nice for your clothes will be snagged up and shredded by the long vines that have sharp thrones to capture you and rip you apart. The more you struggle to untangle yourself, the worse it gets to brake free. And if the thorns weren't enough, the warmth of the low sun awoken the Wood Ticks from hibernation and decided to hitchhiked taking a ride on my arms and legs.
Is it all worth the time and struggle to see what one man wrote throughout this estate as if it was his personal diary? Absolutely! You are about to take a virtual tour through the Rutherfurd Stuyvesant Estate. What's left standing precariously ready to topple over… Better known as the Profanity Houses!
The Grand Mansion
The Rutherfurd Stuyvesant Estate was a grand mansion which now is completely gone due to a fire that engulfed the entire structure. It's now an overgrown field with it's concrete foundation peering through. The remaining structures one by one are wilting away and starting to collapse and be overwhelmed by thorny Multiflora Rose that are relentless and will stop at nothing to ensnare and wrap themselves around anything it can cling onto. What was an oasis with gardens, plants and well groomed lawns, now sits in ruin waisting away for no one to see.
That is until one man's rage is expressed on every inch of the forsaken surface as if it was his own personal diary. Houses turned into Pandora's Boxes with profanity written on walls, floorboards, carpets, doors and ceilings along with anything else he could write on. Everywhere you look there's a message to those who seem to do him harm. Names like Billy Hatley, Elvin, Harper, Kyla Khol, Larry, Matt, Mark aka "Miss Mark" and Nate. The list of names is endless, including the Rapper of note, Eminem as well as Trump and Obama who even made a cameo scripture along with a few phone numbers. However, these names are possibly an afterthought by some teens. With all this said, there's a name that stands out above the rest and more than likely the most detested person of all for he must have been the one who caused the most harm; Jack Palmer. Not exactly sure who Jack is or what he did, but his name is written in numerous rooms. Legend has it that Jack abused and molested the man who wrote the scriptures in the very house where these walls speak.
Obscenities written with passion in epic proportions that artfully fill the walls of each structure that has the strength to still stand on it's own. The Unhinged Madman of an Author writes outlandish, creative and sometimes immature scriptures of unspeakable acts is unknown. However, there have been rumors from sight seers that he has been seen and is not one to be welcoming to those passing by. His words inflict egregious acts upon oneself, their Mothers, Sisters as well as each other in graphic, tasteless words I cannot repeat here. They certainly give you horrendous visuals that literally puts a bad taste in your mouth.
What's left of the Wroaght Iron Main Gate
Enter below if you will the Dirty Mind, Filthy Mouth and Cruddy Floors of the Profanity Houses!
