Posted on 03/30/2006 10:53:48 AM PST by JZelle
Princess Galloway's days as a D.C. gang member began innocently enough: She and her childhood friends had birthday parties, talked about clothes and held sleepovers at one another's houses. "It was, like, a normal thing females do," says Princess, 16. As the girls grew older, the parties became nighttime outings to go-go clubs. Belts and bags were replaced by blades and bats as accessories. A girl gang was born. "We started fighting when a different female gang from uptown jumped one of our friends," says Princess, an honor roll student at Spingarn High School in Northeast who quit her gang after spending several stints in the Oak Hill Youth Facility for assault. "It just escalated. ... It was a back-and-forth beef."
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Another gift from liberalism.
Got all the makings for some good movies.
Exactly.
All brawn and no brains.
It is about equality and breaking down barriers. Why is it men who always have the fun of hedonism, violence, and brutality.
These brave young girls are true pioneers. Down with the stereotypes of women having to be kind and loving.
Vulgarity is the new modern virtue. I applaud them. You go girls!
(sarcasm)
""Girls are getting beat with crowbars, they've got knives, [they] get stabbed and cut," says Ronald Moten, founder of the nonprofit Peacoholics, which is sponsoring a forum, "Saving Our Sisters,"
The death toll must be incredible. Women, being just as tough as men, the female gangs will soon challenge the male gangs for dominance, The Hell's Angels will probably be taken over by female leadership at some point soon.
In the immortal words of Rodney King , "Can't we all just get along?"
If not, at least the sexes will be equal in the process.
I'd like to see vigilantes form their own gangs and take out the trash...
...permanently.
"I'd like to see vigilantes form their own gangs and take out the trash...
"
Ill bet you 2 milkbones that her sister is named Snowball and her brothers are Rex and Spot...
Years ago some guy said about domestic violence, he asked, "if women are equal now, isn't it just a fistfight?"
I think trashy women are kinda hot.
I don't know... P'od law abiding citizens. A little cowboy justice.
But have to catch them right in the act. Bring video cameras for court. Don't instigate, wait for them to attack the group or inncocent bystanders.
In a gang war, let the two gangs fight it out, swoop in and finish of the rest.
"I don't know... P'od law abiding citizens. A little cowboy justice.
"
Ah, I see. Some OTHER law abiding citizens. Not you, though. Let's you and him fight ... again.
Here's the deal. Vigilantes are NOT law abiding citizens. That's the main problem in this.
Perhaps you really are interested in joining such a group, but I don't see that in your language.
Let's you and him fight.
In Other News:
Midol Mob Maims Myopic Men
Shock waves still emanate from the scarred community of Titusville, Fla. as state police are trying to make sense of the tragic burst of violence last Thursday p.m. "It’s just a goddamn shame, "says trooper Tom Forrest. "In all my years on the force, I’ve never seen anything like it. I certainly hope never to encounter this again," he shuddered stepping over blood-stained chalk outlines laid before the shattered glass storefront in the WalMart parking lot. On the street, men walk nervously looking over their shoulders for assailants even though the 347 women animals are never released," claims Ed Paisley, a rather shaken eye-witness. "The devil got into these women, and you know Satan doesn’t like to let go."
Purportedly, none of the unfortunate events needed have taken place if you listen to what defense lawyer Evelyn Johnson reports. "It was just another chauvinistic attempt to degrade and control women by allowing the Midol supply to run out. You wouldn’t see this store run out of jock itch powder, now would you." Prosecutor John Cavanaugh disagreed vehemently, "The minute you start making excuses for this kind of violence is the minute you have a lawless society. As I have explained to my wife time and time again. Women just aren’t meant to run with guns. They’re too irrational. Hand them a weapon and people are gonna get hurt."
The incident began when Margaret Callan, a 33 year old mother of two, entered the North End store at 7:45 p.m., Thursday, June 11 in search of Midol, a common women’s drug used to alleviate symptoms of PMS. There was no Midol to be found. It’s competitor, Pamprin, was also curiously absent from the shelves. She approached Curt Tucker, the assistant night manager at the service desk to inquire if there was more. The Assistant Manager shrugged and said he would ask the shipping clerk the first then in the morning. Apparently Mr. Tucker did not realize the urgency of the request but was soon brought up to speed when Mrs. Callan reached over the counter and shook the 19 year old male. "I think you will find out now," she said. The youth then agreed to hang up on his girlfriend and went to seek out the manager. He returned to inform her that the product was on order but would not be shipped until they needed additional items.
Mrs Callan replied in an eerie, flat voice, "You shouldn’ta oughta done that," then smiled and asked to see the manager overseeing the shift. Mr. Tucker sensed that something was wrong and hurried to find the manager, Mark Greensborough. Upon relaying the exchange, Mr. Greensborough said he had a sudden emergency at home and would be leaving Mr. Tucker in charge. Mr. Greensborough then quickly grabbed his keys and ran out the back entrance. Curt Tucker slowly returned to the service desk and explained that Mr. Greensborough was not available. "I see," Mrs. Callan responded coolly and turned away form the counter and headed toward the front door. What was initial relief soon turned to horror as Margaret Callan suddenly turned right and disappeared into the Sporting Goods section. Moments later, she appeared as in a Wes Craven nightmare walking determinedly down the center aisle toward the service desk with a high speed compound bow pointed at the asst. manager. Curt Tucker did the only thing he claimed a sane man could do at this point, "I wet my pants."
Ella Mandeville spotted her neighbor gravitating down the aisle and approached Margaret to see what was the matter. Mrs. Callan explained the source of her anger and Ms. Mandeville, a recent divorcee, reached in her purse and brought out a small pistol (purchased at this very store 3 1/2 months ago) and joined her friend in moving toward the service desk. At this point, Curt Tucker gathered his wits about him and hit the silent alarm.
Margaret Callan demanded the asst. manager come out from behind the desk and instructed him to bring them to the back office and lock the door. She then ordered him to call WCUB, the local country radio station and informed him he would be making an apology to all the women of Titusville on the air. She added she knew he probably notified the police and she would do what was necessary to get the community what they needed. Only after an apology was issued and a delivery of Midol reached the store would she release him safely. Margaret then phoned the police, stated she was armed and had a hostage, and repeated her demands. She then put Curt Tucker on the phone to prove he was currently safe. "You better do what she says, son," said Carmine Farelli, the officer on duty. "Yes sir," stammered Curt through tears. "These women are scaring me."
WCUB had been notified by the police to put Chris on the air and the young man stuttered out an emotional apology on behalf on the store at 8:57 p.m. The local police, meanwhile swarmed the WalMart parking lot and made plans to storm the back office to end this hostage crisis. During the next hour, strategic plans were laid out, flack jackets were donned and riot shields were passed to the men. No notice was paid to the gathering across the street. Apparently, many women were tuned in for Curt Tucker’s apology and were enraged to think that WalMart would care so little about their needs. They decided to put an exclamation point on Margaret Callan’s statement. When the call was let out to storm the building, a voice screamed out from in front of the Baskin Robbins. "I don’t think you oughta be makin’ that kind of move. The police turned to see an astonishing group of 300 plus women with angry looks on their faces.
"Ladies, nothing to see here. Why don’t y’all go home and tend to your families," said police chief Ken Norton. A women later identified as Bea Sellers stepped forward and said, "We represent Margaret and the plight of Titusville women. You will not be entering the building until the Midol shipment has arrived." "Ladies, there will be no shipment. We do not kowtow to terrorist threats in Titusville."
"I kinda thought you might say that," said Bea. "Ladies, you know what to do," she ordered. Within seconds, every husband’s hunting rifle was shouldered and aimed at Titusville’s finest. You could hear a pin drop in the moments that followed.
"What do you want us to do?" questioned a deputy. "You heard the ladies. Better order that Midol," said to the chief. But then Chief Norton made a fatal mistake and turned to wink at his men letting them know he had no intention of bending. This was the last straw for the women who unfortunately had 20/20 vision and a sixth sense that every mother has when being lied to. Shots rang out and five officers dropped, two fatally wounded from head injuries. "Mother of God! Take cover men:" shouted the chief who was suffering from a deep flesh wound of the right arm. The officer then crawled to a car and radioed for back up. "You better be ordering that Midol. If it comes in, no one else will get hurt," shouted an unidentified voice. The chief then asked the dispatch to make sure a Midol delivery was on its way.
The first back up to arrive on the scene was Officer Kelly Elridge, state police. Her appraisal of the situation was, "get the Midol in and the women will go quietly." An hour later, two ambulances arrived. One was full of medics dressed in SWAT gear and the other was full of an emergency supply of Midol. The PMS drug was brought into the store without incident. Officer Elridge turned and faced the crowd of women and asked them to make good on their promise. Bea Sellers nodded and asked the women to lay down their arms. They all complied. Officer Elridge explained they were under arrest and the women replied they understood. Bea escorted the state officer into the store and knocked on the office door where Curt Tucker was being held. A strung out Margaret Callan screamed out, "What do you want?!" The reply was simply a package of Midol slipped under the door. At that moment Mrs Callan told her hostage he could open the door and Curt Tucker ran out gibbering unintelligibly. Mrs. Callan and Ms. Mandeville set down their weapons, keeping the package of Midol and quietly accompanied the officer to the police station. Now the jail is full and the state and county are still grappling with the fate of these women. Our hearts go out to the families of the deceased officers. We must wonder is this the beginning of the decline of civilization. Titusville will have to look hard at the answer.
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