Posted on 04/14/2012 7:43:38 AM PDT by Inspectorette
“10 African-American male teenagers”
Did any one of them look like Obama son?
In the later stages, yes. Pharmacies will be targeted along with other stores in the early stages. Carjackings will increase (along with shooting of carjackers). More of the pricy cars have OnStar-type theft prevention where the engine can be turned off remotely. Just as increasingly-good car alarms led to carjackings, these new anti-theft devices may result in more carjackers kidnapping or killing their victims so they can't report the theft until the car is in the chop-shop. You will also see more truck hijackings.
I'm not sure about offices -- what do they have that can be sold for good money on the street, besides computers?
Warehouses and distributor locations, on the other hand, would have lots of loot, and would be vulnerable to heavily-armed goblin gangs.
Eventually, though, people will get sufficiently fed up to exterminate the underclass in its entirety.
“It’s probably too expensive to keep a group of thugs handy to take care of biz as these little vandals exit, but having entrance doors that lock down to prevent entry by a suddenly assembling group of hoods wouldn’t be that bad.”
Never happen.
Building and fire code regulations...
I honestly wish these “flash mob” @ssholes would try that in my presence. There is nothing wrong with them that some pepper spray and a baton cannot fix.
But did they bring their own bags........?
THAT’s funny! I wished I was that smart. I always used my BSA campouts as an excuse instead. Didn’t work; you’d think I’d have learned from the first one.
If the government gets it’s hands on our guns, we’ll have “flash mobs” coming to our homes.
At least this article gave the race of the perps.
Barry Manilow concerts.
LOL
It didn’t seem so “smart” in the rain or dead of winter....LOL
Anyone that sees all these “incidents” reported on the national news (in full, ethnic makeup of the perps and their clothing included) had better look outside, you will probably see unicorns in your yard.
Here in St. Louis, the public light rail system drops off the urban impis about two hundred yards from one of the region’s “best” malls (The Galleria, in Richmond Heights). At least one of the major department store maintains only a skeleton display of clothes on the first floor, because of rampant grab and dash theft by Barry’s sons. The darlings would storm the store, grab armloads of shirts and pants and then haul ass back to the train. Consequently, most of the store’s merchandise is now on the second floor.
Those of Barry’s boys who aren’t actively pillaging spend most of the day doing the Jesse Jackson Jr. Ghetto Strut up and down the mall’s cooridors. They run in packs, of course, to better intimidate the white housewives and their nutless menfolk.
All in all, this infusion of diversity makes for a wonderful shopping experience. Eventually, The Galleria will die, as does any mall that yields to black mobs (Northwoods, Jamestown, etc.), as increasing numbers of middle-class whites decide to shop on-line, rather than endure another ghetto experience. Triumphant, the hoodlums will simply move on, locust-like, to other commercial venues. And those will be killed off, in time.
All part of the plan.
Well, the blacks wanted and received their “rights.” Now we are seeing what they do with those “rights.”
Always the same suspects, in the same clothing.
Hoodies(tm).
The preferred clothing choice of thieves, thugs, and assassins everywhere.
Further, you could insert the name of any city into the story and it would fit the bill.
As they sow, so shall they reap.
How many of them acted like Holders’ people or Obamas’ kids?
Harold:
Well, either you’re closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I’m a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I’m always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day—
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An’ the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin’ for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list’nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin’ him tell about horse-race gamblin’.
Not a wholesome trottin’ race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey’boy
Sittin’ on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff’rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital “B,”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth’ll be frittern away,
I say your young men’ll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin’ Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin’ any water
‘Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that’s trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a’ trouble.
I’m thinkin’ of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin’ in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I’m gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they’re loafin’ around that Hall?
They’re tryin’ out Bevo, tryin’ out cubebs,
Tryin’ out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin’ all about
How they’re gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin’ for the dance at the Arm’ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That’ll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil’s playground!
People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”
That rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Harold:
Mothers of River City!
Heed the warning before it’s too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy’s Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like ‘swell?”
And ‘so’s your old man?”
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we’ve got trouble.
We’re in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil’s tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a “T”! Gotta rhyme it with “P”!
And that stands for Pool!!!
Apologies for a vanity post, but it’s relevant. Citizens need to step forward. Years ago my mother, my three college and high school age daughters and I had a clear view from the upstairs balcony of a chaotic purse snatch and gang chase through the mall. The group of girls standing next to us was terrified to be witnesses, to which my eldest responded with some rather unladylike remarks. My two eldest spent about 45 minutes with security and police.
My local bank near the mall has airlock-type doors. Outer door opens to short corridor. Inner door will only open if outer door is closed, and presumably if a teller hits the panic button anybody in the airlock will be trapped there.
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