Thought I'd drop 'round the pub last night. Pal's Lounge on N. Rendon is the only functioning bar close by, I think I mentioned that. The owners were kind enough to come back and if you ask me, they're doing Bayou St. John a tremendous service. We OWE them for coming back and restoring part of our neighbourhood's character.
So what happened last night?
5 contracted clean-up crew members who are living in City Park came to Pal's. They got wasted and started harassing the regulars. They started a fight, were told to leave, shoved Lindsay the bartender (she was the only one working there last night, and she's a petite little gal) and were thrown out by the regulars. Lindsay locked the doors.
So these fucking idiot carpetbagging motherfuckers proceeded to get their shovels out of their car and smash Pal's window and the glass in the doors.
Yeah, Pal's. The mellow dog bar.
Unfuckingbelievable. Thanks for nothing, assholes. Pal's survived Katrina and Rita but couldn't survive a storm of drunken white trash.
I got there as the NOPD were taking statements from everybody. Just like Katrina, I wasn't there to help. How depressing.
I was so angry I told people we should have gone and firebombed the tent/trailer town inside the Park. The city is awash with losers from every nook and cranny of America, Mexico, Honduras...shit, there are probably a few Nigerian e-mail scammers running around. "Dear Citizen of New Orleans, I am Prince Abogabobondobooboo..."
I really felt like someone must have during the Great Depression when Hoovervilles were routinely burned to the ground. Visions of me and my shotgun started popping up in my head. My shotgun? What the fuck is wrong with me?
So, to the racist Republican motherfucker from the Halloween party, I'd like to say, Gee, yeah, it REALLY is great that the bad element is out of the city. We're so lucky that all the black neighbourhoods have cleared out, we won't have any problems now!
Suck my balls.
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