So literally an hour after we broke the story about the home invasion where two people were shot on Flagg Street, the Worcester Police Department Facebook page issued a post about what really happened:
What the hell is going on here? The Worcester Summer of Love 2015 clearly doesn’t respect geographic boundaries. And in true Worcester fashion, no one died, even though both victims were shot point blank. Also saw this sign on Salisbury Street the other day too:
AKA, “I surrender.” I’ve seen a handful of houses with the fantastic combination of Joe Petty and “for sale” signs. Shocking.
I don’t wanna jump to any conclusions or anything, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that this home invasion was not a random act of violence. It’s not like these guys were on their way home from church when they got shot. Not that anyone deserves to get shot, but at least little old ladies aren’t having their homes invaded. In other words, at least we’re not Brockton. Yet.
I think we can all agree that the real victim here was the dog. I mean, what the fuck dude? You’re shooting fucking dogs now? What kind of asshole shoots a dog. You wanna shoot these kids because you have a beef with them? Can’t say I condone that, but at least they were able to defend themselves. What the fuck is a dog gonna do? What did the dog do wrong? There’s a special place in hell for these ding-dongs.
Besides that everything Chief Gemme said was spot on. That video of those idiots harassing the Gang Squad outside of Tedeschi’s said it all. Those guys were grown ass men and they were still dressing like they were extras in a Coolio video from 1994. They were like, 38 years old, which is about 65 in Kilby years, and they were still trying to keep it real. You think those guys were giving up names? Nope. You think Jordan Berg-Powers and crew are gonna cooperate with the police? Nope. The hippies are too busy holding “don’t cooperate with the police” rallies.
And once again, this all comes back to the hippies and their anti-police nonsense. They’ve created an atmosphere where the police can’t do the job we pay them to do because they don’t wanna be the next star of Cop Block. Drastic times call for drastic measures. Brockton Turtleboy is gonna be writing a story shortly on these guys:
These dudes are called the Guardian Angels, and they’re basically an illegal vigilante group that goes around kicking the shit out of drug dealers. I think it’s time to deputize Bret Killoran as head of the Worcester chapter of the Guardian Angels and let him pick his crew of enforcers. Ya know who’s gonna fuck with this guy?
Nobody. Boom. Problem solved.
P.S. It’s time for another Turtleboy ride along with the WPD. And what better time than the summer of love? Tomorrow night we’ll be doing it. Blog coming Friday.