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SOURCE: “Police have taken a man into custody after a tense 2-hour standoff outside the Kiss 108 radio studios in Medford, Massachusetts, on Monday afternoon.
The man was taken into custody around 4 p.m. after emerging from a car that had been surrounded by police vehicles, with his hands up. The man was quickly handcuffed and then taken away on a stretcher.
A witness told NBC Boston that the man came to the area before 2 p.m. and asked where the iHeart radio section of the building was. He went into the building and approached a secretary. He requested that they play the song “My Axe” by Insane Clown Posse and displayed a large axe.
The man then returned to his vehicle, by which time police had arrived. He rammed a police vehicle, and then threw the axe at police, but it did not hit anyone.
The witness said the man had several knives inside the car and was also seen drinking beer in the car.
Police continued to negotiate with him by cell phone and through the car window. At one point, he got out of the vehicle and said “I guess you’re just going to have to kill me.” Police attempted to Taser him, but he was able to get back in the car.
No further details have been released at this point.”
Juggalos… that shit is a cult. NSTB used to get down with the clowns back in her teenage angsty years, but… at some point, you need to grow the fuck up and realize that singing about fucking dead women is pretty, well, uncouth and not edgy. Anyway, Mr. Hatchetman here decided to roll up to Kiss 108, of all radio stations, and demand they play “My Axe” by Insane Clown Posse. If you’ve never heard the song, prepare for your eardrums to bleed:
Anyway, since Kiss 108 clearly doesn’t have the, uh, audience for this type of music, they laughed him and his shrinky dink out of there. Until he whipped out an axe. Then shit got real. Somehow, they got him out of the building and he jumped in his car and just… sat. Police, SWAT, helicopters – the entire fucking cavalry – showed up. He ends up ramming a police car and throwing the axe at the cops like he’s in some Paul Bunyan, mountain man contest. Thankfully, his aim isn’t that great and his swing went wild and no one was injured.
The thing that boggles my mind here is, after ramming the cop car and chucking an axe at them, SWAT is standing around and having a conversation with this nut like they’re old pals.
Wellington is going to be an utter fucking shit show tonight for your commute, Turtleriders. If you can, get off the T at Malden Center if you’re up for some good ratchet watching, or stop at Assembly and get something to drink while the hubbub dies down.
Since this is breaking, no one has released Hatchet Harry’s name yet – we want it, and his Facebook, too, if you’ve got it. Hit NSTB in the inbox or her email: NorthShoreTurtlebabe@gmail.com to spill the beans.
Good luck out there, my North Shore turtles!