We need a battlefield in the Burgh. A place where all these gun-wielding idiots can go and kill each other in peace, with no threat of harming an innocent bystander.
We need a place where they can put their backs to each other, walk ten steps, turn around and blow each other away.
We need a place where reps can be defended, scores can be settled, arguments erased, pride displayed, gang signs flashed, graffiti permitted, and guns encouraged.
We need a place where massive quantities of drugs can be traded. Let these violent asshats have at each other and maybe, just maybe, they’ll wipe each other off the face of the Burgh map.
Why do I say this? Well this for one.
I love the Waterfront. I love the restaurants; I love the fact that John Heffron will be at the Improv; I love Bravo and PF Chang; I love Target (yes); I love Starbucks and the Loft; I love love love Bar Louie. I hate that someone can come in and screw that all up with a stupid gun over a stupid argument in the same vicinity that Chicken Little is playing to the delight of some toddlers.
I had lunch yesterday with a pretty prominent Burgher who happened to make her home in what is now known as one of the most violent parts of the city. It wasn’t when she moved there. She’s had a man die on her lawn and she sprints from her car to her house every day. I asked her how she was doing and when she was selling the house. She said soon. She also said the violence had really not been bad lately, “because they’ve all killed each other. There’s nobody left.”
Screw them all and give them a battlefield. I don’t think they’ll need it very long.
Update: As expected, the national media has picked this up, and so has Perez Hilton, who has some very good advice if you’re seeing Fiddy in Get Rich or Die Trying: wear a bullet-proof vest.