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It's over. Castro Halloween gave us year after year of memories and old-fashioned mayhem, but I am finally hanging up my armor. This uncontrollable and implacable tsunami of 200,000 fools turns our neighborhood into a war zone for gang members, and I mentioned in my previous post that "a few people may get stabbed again." I did not come even close: A gang-related shooting left 10 people injured and bleeding on the pavement!
My armor is plastic, not titanium, and it certainly is not strong or thick enough to stop bullets. One of those nine injured folks could have been me. I have many friends in this area who planned to visit the party, and I feared for their safety all night. It also could have been much worse, particularly since I saw first-hand that SFPD officers stood around like imbeciles and did very little, if anything, to prevent weapons from entering MY NEIGHBORHOOD. A practically useless waste of MY TAXES.
I cannot possibly express how disgusted I am with gang violence, particularly in MY NEIGHBORHOOD. I am almost ashamed to be a citizen of a country that cannot curtail its street and gang violence, especially in a relatively safe metropolis like San Francisco. Just the night before Halloween, I sat in my office and watched two groups of over 20 young African-Americans fighting and clobbering each other in front of the Walgreens across the street, marking the third time that this has happened in one month!
I WAS NOT AWARE THAT MY NEIGHBORHOOD HAS TURNED INTO A STAGING AREA FOR PSYCHO GANG WARS AND AFRICAN-AMERICAN FIST FIGHTS!
From this point forward, I will be finding another venue for Halloween for safety's sake, and in the future I may just help to damn and purge this 200,000-strong human monstrosity from this historic and fragile district. The Castro neighborhood represents peace, diversity, and hope, and if we need to completely eject this tainted block party right out of MY NEIGHBORHOOD, then so be it.
You may have figured out by now that I am pissed. By Sam Hill, you got that right. The ranting may spill into next entry as well.
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