Originally posted by SMer
Those aren't the people who really need help. The people you don't see when you go to the "ghetto" are the ones who need help. But this is a totally different subject.
Don't you dare start this "I now better" crap with me.
I've been working in a factory located at North Ave. and Cicero in Chicago, and it's in the goddamned ghetto.
Notable "ghetto" events:
*Someone chainsawed a doggy door through the side door of a plating business and stole 1 ton of copper.
*Car repair shop across the street was a front where a gang related shooting took place before the new cool Polish people bought it and run a legit shop currently
*A house next to where I work was torched in a gang related incident. There was a 5 year old boy and an 8 year old girl in the house at the time. Nobody was hurt.
*An employee was robbed in the back alley
*An employee was kidnapped at gunpoint in the alley and dumped 30 miles south of work
*I kick whores out of the scrapyard routinely
*I have walked outside hearing a ruckus only to find it's a whores heading bobbing up and down out of the sunroof of a car
*I find heroine needles daily
*I find condom wrappers daily
You people do not seem to quite understand the balls crazy lunacy associated with the ghetto, and then you all wonder where rappers come up with the giant rims and such. The needles and condoms are not restricted to the alley, they're on the front lawns of houses. Where kids live. Parents have to check the lawn for needles before they let the kids outside. Can you imagine that?
If you live in that type of area people generally don't care what is going on around them. A neighbors car hood will get stolen for scrap while the neighbors are getting drunk on the porch, and the neighbors don't care.
If it's not bolted down, it gets stolen. If it's bolted down, it just takes a little longer to get stolen.
I see all of this all the goddamned time while I'm cleaning up needles, condoms, and hennessey bottles and they're all on f**king welfare and they all have tricked out cars. Social justice my ass.