Posted on 01/08/2013 3:33:38 PM PST by Altura Ct.
Obviously. I’d take that for granite.
Not to mention rock gardens, rock lobsters, the Hard Rock Cafe and Rock City.
We really cannot go far enough here, safety, safety, safety.
Thank you, KG...you, too.
To #3: You are assuming that the “yuts” on DC’s streets, esp. in SE, can read.
First mistake: They can’t read. Can’t speak proper English. Can’t do math. Can’t write a legible and logical sentence.
These are the legacy of DC’s pisspoor black leadership aided and abetted by guilt-ridden white politicians.
The mayors have been, in part, thoroughly corrupt, esp. Marion Barry, crack smoking corruption King former mayor and lifelong city councilmen.
The city runs through Police chiefs like a person with diarrhea runs through toilet paper.
Schools - too many are disrupted, disfunctional and dismally led. A white teacher I knew very well quite after two years a saying that “most of these kids cannot be taught” and “those who want to learn, can’t because of the others”.
Law Enforcement’s main focus is traffic/parking tickets. Always has been, always will be until a conservative comes in and really cleans out the Democrat/black ethnocentric political machines and City Council.
I think #1’s “Pretty please” sums up the situation.
Better learn how to duck in SE DC. It’s your only option short of staying the heck out of the hellhole.
“When I was a kid, we used to throw snowballs at trucks that drove though our neighborhood. Haha! Lotsa fun, but once we threw a snowball at some guy’s car. Screech. Brake lights.”
We used to do that from a cemetery when we were kids; finally the cops would show up, and we couldn’t figure out how they knew exactly where we were behind the fence. Afterwards we realized they simply drove along the plowed and salted blacktop until they came to a bunch of loose snow in the roadway. They’d stop short and jump out, and we’d take off. We had to run some distance; otherwise they’d just follow our footprints.
How about “bugging” (aka “bumper-riding”)?
I always felt bad for the bus drivers along transit routes, because they were sitting ducks; they’d pull up to a bus stop and open the doors, thinking kids were getting on, and five or six snowballs would sail right in at the driver (and he’d watch the kids sprint away in the opposite direction his bus was facing).
One of my friends put it best when we were griping about getting old & out of shape: “You’ll never be in the same shape as you were when you regularly ran from cops”. So true...
How funny if hundreds of gun owners in DC would show up at the police station to register their rocks.
At a hearing on why kids throw stones at Metro buses, no one spoke for the kids
By Courtland Milloy,December 04, 2012
Community members want a show of force to stop bus vandalism.
Community members want a show of force to stop bus vandalism. (Daniel C. Britt/The Washington…)
The first stone cast during Monday’s public hearing on rock throwing at Metro buses was aimed at the juvenile offenders.
“A lot of our youths have gone wild, and there is no way to deal with them,” said D.C. Council member Marion Barry, who represents neighborhoods in Southeast Washington where rock throwing has gotten out of hand.
Jackie Jeter, president of the local transit workers union, said that some youngsters were just “bad” and that the only way to stop their “war on buses” was a “show of force” by police.
The hearing drew about 100 residents, bus drivers and law enforcement officials. But no kids, for they would likely have thrown more stones at those who tried to put all the blame on them.
About 10 years ago, I remember a story of a bowling ball thrown through the windshield of a D.C. bus.
I’ll never forget being on a bus in Philly in the mid-1980’s. It was dark outside and my husband and I were just minding our business when the bus was pelted with eggs. It was frightening. I imagine rocks must sound like bombs going off, plus, you don’t know if the rock will break the glass.
Many years later, I moved to Seattle. The drivers would routinely turn the lights off on the bus during the evening. At first it just freaked me out; I thought for sure that all kinds of malfeasance would happen, but no. People just sat and relaxed on their way home. That’s when I realized that people didn’t have to act like hoodlums just because they lived in a city.
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