"The ruling is not only a galling example of drug war lunacy, but also a gut-wrenching reminder of just how differently America treats its rich and its poor. The multi-million dollar homes of Beverly Hills or the Upper East Side of Manhattan have more than their share of kids struggling with drug problems. But as concerned as these kids' parents are, you can bet that their problems are not compounded by the additional worry that the entire family will be tossed out onto the street because their kid is seen smoking a joint three blocks away. Why should we hold poor people to a standard of accountability most of us could never meet?"
Duh! Public Housing is a priviledge. No one had to fucking start Public housing in the first place and then these people could live in a box. So....now there is public housing....it is fucking crawling with drug addicts, dealers and kids that ripe for training. Get the shit out anyway you can! I for one don't am sick of the shit! If you wanna be private about your illigal activities and not push it on others in the community...that's one thing. If your a fucking nusance out threre smoking crack on the GOT DAMN STREET corner, your kids selling it to other kids, or you've got dealers living in your home...GET THE FUCK OUT!!!! Some poor people who live in public housing would like to move up and out as well as watch their children become a success in life just like the next guy.
I SAY KICK THE FUCKING RETARDS OUT! GOOD RIDANCE AND FUCKING GOODBYE! GO LIVE IN A FUCKING BOX!!!
My neighbor was and old lady and her daughter was a teenager with 2 kids...the father was in jail. The old lady didn't know what the fuck was going on or was too old to care. Anyway...I was waking up to a yard full of fucking bloody siringes!!!
I told the little bitch to get her shit straight and keep it out of my face or she's going down! A week later I come out and her kids pushing himslef along on a scooter barefooted just barely missing a needle with his toe...DO I WANNA LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MESS EVERYDAY?! FUCK NO...IT MAKE ME SICK! So...I can either beat sense into her and go to jail or get her busted.
I get up early in the morning when all her junky friends are passed out in their cars in the front yard and I spray paint..."WE ARE JUNKIES...LOOK OFFICER A BLOODY NEEDLE HERE->" etc... I paint this in big glowing latters all over her townhouse in the yard...on the cars.
The cops drive by later and see this mess and get out to inspect...walah.
It's magic. The old lady goes to an oldfolks home, the girl is in rehab, the kids are with their grandparents and my yard is clean and fit for the neighborhood children to run barefoot through a sprinkler while waiting on the icecream man
THE END.