"I'll tell you what the problem is. The chief is an idiot, the fat bastards in the station don't know CPR from CPWHO, minorities are running city hall and the streets are full of crackheads."

"Fire Alarm to Rescue 1"

"And these assholes couldn't dispatch a dumptruck to a pile of shit. Rescue 1 to Fire alarm, go ahead."

"Rescue 1, you have an open mic."

"Roger. Disregard the last message."

Need to get away?

The other night, a seven  year old girl got shot in the shoulder. Some people decided to shoot up the back yard bar-b-que. A few inches one side or the other and up a little and she would be dead, and the whole country would be outraged at the senseless violence plaguing our society. Candlelight vigils would be held, and news teams from everywhere would converge in our little city, and talk of healing would begin, and then another little kid would get shot, or kidnapped, or raped and the carnival would leave town, and the cycle would begin again. All across America people would sit in front of their laptops, or TV's and shake their heads while listening to the sordid details, then the highlights from the game would come on, or Sookie would get arrested, or Amy would die, and the kids will be left alone again, to fend for themselves.

But Samantha wasn't killed. She doesn't even understand that she was shot.  She's just a little kid living in a city where gang members yell at the police officers that respond to their homes, and let the firefighters take care of the girl who got caught in the crossfire, and begin planning their retaliation. The newspaper ran a story, the reporters left and that was that, business as usual.

http://www.projo.com/news/content/girl_shot_07-29-11_BOPEGA7_v18.3a345.html

Samantha

Sometimes I think this city is killing me. I can only imagine what it is doing to the kids.

Emily

http://rescuingprovidence.com/2007/02/06/emily/

Magneline

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