Whatever It Takes, Philadelphia Needs More Police
Mayor Michael Nutter, despite his recent battles with City Council, has done a magnificent job trying to cut down the crime rate. Sometimes, innovation and technology can make a difference, but there is simply no substitute for numbers. In sheer numbers, and with the still high level of crime, Philadelphia needs more police on the streets.
Therein lies the problem. The city’s fiscal crisis threatens to tear down the stability of a great city. Council, or some members, want a wage tax increase. The Mayor is looking at property taxes, and his administration has researched other methods, including fees for services, like trash pickup. In the middle of this debate is a serious issue that must be addressed quickly.
That issue is crime, or the perceived threat of it. Take away the safeguards of public safety, and you put the future of the city in jeopardy. Public safety is the visible curtain that protects our institutions of education and business and the ability of people to enjoy a quality of life .
Which is the right way? Property tax increases may drive individuals out of the city. A wage tax increase may send businesses packing. The expected casino operations will not be enough to close the budget gaps, and neither will taking away perks from public officials, although that would be a symbolic boost.
I have no solution, but I do know this: after education, the number one priority in Philadelphia is safety. Any rebound must be accompanied by more police officers on the streets.
PRISONER OR CATALYST?
The conviction of American journalist Roxana Saberi by the renegade government in Iran, may be part of an interesting power play. Saberi has been reporting in Iran for six years. She is hardly a stranger to the thugs who run the Iranian regime. But they tried her in a secret one day proceeding, ending in an eight year prison term for spying. The President made some strong remarks about the jailing. Two hours later, the Iranian President ordered that prosecutors make sure her appeal is handled well. Translation: Her eventual freedom could be another wink and nod to the U.S. that Iranian leaders are interested in serious dialogue. It is too early to say it’s a deal, but it smells like one.
REMEMBER
This Monday night is the beginning of the annual Holocaust Remembrance observation. This year, it is especially timely because of the ongoing genocide in Darfur. In recent years, the Philadelphia Jewish community has joined with local Darfur activists, in a dual campaign to fight the current murderous regime in the Sudan. This is just a reminder to keep the Six Million from the Nazi Holocaust, and the current victims, in your prayers.
Comments(76)
I agree we need more police on the streets of philadelphia. And Roxana is just a journalist why are they using her? Holacosts should always be remembered.
Thank you for calling this out.
Its a travesty when we have local boobs like Will Bunch as the face of the newspaper scene, constantly harping on all the problems with the police.
Bunch and his no good colleagues need to be held accountable.
Kudos to a real PRO like Larry Kane serving as an advocate for the police.
Great job Larry
Philly’s finest have long been derided in the press. These men who make our streets safer should have our support.
While we’re at it why don’t we legalize prostitution to free up cops from aresting my sistas.
We don’t necessarily need more cops…we need the cops we have to be more productive. We need the cops we have not to sit around in their patrol cars talking to each other. Cops are wonderful. Cops are heroes. Cops need to work harder.
We need more Dunk’n Doughnuts to assure the people that the police will always be around. Without them the police will have nowhere to go for their every fifteen minute snack.
Larry, the answer is not more taxes. It never is. Only bleeding heart do-gooders like you think more taxes are the answer. The real answer is to get rid of all the nepotism and hacks hired and on the city payroll. If there are 3,000 people employed by the city then 300 are family members and friends. On the dole. Unnecessary. Useless. Compound that with the exorbitant retirement paid to former judges, hacks, etc. There are millions of $$$ that could be lopped off the budget by trimming nepotism, hacks and exorbitant retirements. Get rid of services that are unnecessary. Why do Democrats immediately think that adding taxes is the first step? Cut the hack-a-rama out and use the money for more necessary services like adding police.
If I am being robbed I dial 911. If my neighbor has a problem with their service at Mcdonalds they call 911.
Larry – Please keep up this good work. And please see if you can get thru to Bunch and his cronies to stop their incessant cop-bashing in the papers.
Their agenda is maddening, as well as a disservice to the readers.
More police on the street or better policing? See David Simon’s recent interview with Bill Moyers… http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/index-flash.html …
I think the piece is low quality. we don’t need more cops, the justice system here is broken. the cops keep arresting the same people over and over. btw, the people who don’t think cops should be held accountable for robbing he people they’re supposed to protect should take a good long look in the mirror. what those cops did is far worse than selling drugs, it’s an abuse of power. I’ve never found the Inky or any other major Philly news outlet to be anti-cop. They give good cops their due, as well all do.
Here is a radical solution.
Anyone would be foolish to not see the benefit of more police. A greater law enforcement presence as a deterrent alone is good.
If you really want a win/win, legalize Marijuana. Yeah, yeh, I know, you think I’m just another pro-pot lobbyist, but seriously… Tax it, while eliminating the criminal element. Be the forward thinking city and free the police officers you already have from policing it, so that they can concentrate on real crime. If a police officer or detective spends five minutes a week on enforcing something so harmless and trivial it’s five minutes wasted, and something tells me it’s more than five minutes.
Want solutions? Start thinking outside of the box.
My math was off a bit.
“In 1960, Philadelphia had 2 million people, 27,500 city employees and a city budget that totaled $245 million.
Today, Philadelphia has about 1.45 million people, 24,500 city employees and a city budget that totals $4 billion.”
24K+ city employees? If there are 10% friends, family, hacks, etc. on the dole, that is over 2K jobs and $4M that could be eliminated. That is a lot of money Mayor Nutter could put to better use than nepotism and hack-a-rama, and that does even begin to address the exorbitant retirements of former judges and commissioners. Start here!!!
Fringe Benefits:. “About $800 million is due to one factor – the cost of benefits for city employees. Adjusted for inflation, in 1960 the city spent $132 million on health coverage, pension payments and disability for city employees. Today, it spends $925 million. In 1960, the city spent an average of $4,825 per employee on these fringe benefits. Today, the figure is $36,997 per employee.”
That is a huge increase.
Public Safety. “People talk about industry fleeing the city over the years to sunnier and cheaper climes. But, there is one business that has flourished and grown locally. Just our luck, it is crime.
In 1960, in a city of 2 million people, police reported 38,500 major crimes. Today, the number is closer to 93,000 a year.
This long surge in crime has caused the cost of public safety to soar. Even adjusted for inflation, the cost of the cops, the courts, the DA’s office, the sheriff’s office, etc. increased $1 billion over the cost of delivering the same services in 1960.
To give just one example, in 1960 Philadelphia had 3,013 inmates in the city jails watched over by 579 prison employees.
Today, we have close to 9,000 inmates in city prison and 2,400 prison employees.
In 1960, the District Attorney’s office had 143 employees. Today, it has 442.
The list could go on. We do have fewer police today than in 1960, but the cost of putting a patrolman on the street has gone up exponentially.
One thing about crime: when it comes to social services, the city budget is heavily subsidized by the state and federal government. But, there is hardly any federal and state aid given to public safety. The burden falls on local taxpayers.”
http://whyy.org/blogs/itsourcity/2008/11/25/4400/
Craig, looks like you already got an “advance” on your plan, dude.
Happy 33rd Joey Lawrence!
Meth is where the money is dude not weed. Legalize crystal meth and the city will be back on its feet.
OOOJ, great link. Ferrick has always been interesting reading. Also good to see some different posts here that actually address the topic. Maybe this site will get back on track.
Philly don’t need more cops on the street they need more people to pick up the trash on the streets.
Philly don’t need more criminals on the street they need more cops to pick up the criminals on the streets.
Larry, why not train up civilians to watch their own neighborhoods and implement measures that would help them coordinate with the existing force? There are many areas in this city where an increased police presence wouldn’t do much of anything. The Stop Snitching culture is too strong. It’ll take brave citizens to turn the tide.
See you at RTM by Philbert today? I have a new posterboard: “FREE SABERI, FREE AIR-I!” It’s too bad she has to go through Iran’s version of Guantanamo justice.
Finally, you will notice that in your last thread about Harry Kalas, somebody decided to sock puppet me and say dispicable things in a thread I clearly respected. Your blog comments are like the wild West, only most of the varmint types are wearing masks.
Leo
Who you callin a varmint you varmint?
I’m no Doc, ya flea-bitten varmint! I’m Riff-Raff Sam, the riffiest riff that ever riffed a raft!
Please do not sock puppet the sock puppets.
Thank you,
Blog Management
Who you callin a sock puppet you sock puppet?
Larry, it seems that a precocious third-grade student has found your blog and is playing “sock puppet” on it.
I am dying of a bio weapon I recently contracted. I am fighting off the pain and reactions through the use of drugs. It is inevitable that I will die a quick and painful death like those unfortunate people in Africa. As I quiver, shake and fight to retain consciousness I will remember why I am in this fight against terrorism. Truth, justice and great Americans like Larry Kane.
“The ongoing debate over the ethics and usefulness of interrogation techniques such as waterboarding received new fuel on Sunday night, with a New York Times report that two Al Qaeda suspects were subject to the method, which simulates drowning, a combined 266 times.”
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drown.
The reference to waterboarding above made me recollect a story from 1974. The summer of 1974. We were at our summer house in Beach Haven. Larry Jr was 6 years old. He nagged me all the way down Route 72 that he had to have a bogeyboard. All the kids had bogeyboards. So at 9:30PM we cross the bridge into Ship Bottom and stop at the first convenience store to pick up a bogeyboard. Turns out it is a 3 foot piece of styrofoam retailing for $10. I’m thinking you gotta be joking. But I buy it after some deliberation and we load back into the Plymouth stationwagon for our remining 15 minutes to Beach Haven.
The next morning Larry Jr wants to go bogeyboarding at 8AM. I haven’t even finish the front page of the Bulletin yet. So after a couple of donuts and my morning constitutional we head to the beach. He’s carrying the bogeyboard and his bucket. I’ve got the folding chair, beach umbrella, transistor radio, bag with sodas, snacks and suntan lotion. Three blocks later we are on the beach. It’s 9:40AM. The beach is already crowding. It’s a steamy July Saturday. I may even get in the water to cool down. So after we set up shop well back of the waterline Larry Jr darts off with the bogeyboard. He’s knee deep in the waves when I realize what’s happened. My quiet day at the Shore is over. I’m now barreling toward my son and I still have my sunglasses, Bob’s Grill t-shirt, knee high black socks and sandals on. Oh brother! Larry Jr is standing out about waist deep waiting for the waves. He can’t seem to get the hang of the timing. I try to explain the concept to him but he can’t seem to grasp it. He asks me to show him how. I feel sorry for him, ask him to hold my stuff, and waddle into the ocean. Water is refreshing. I wade out until I’m up to my waist. Major shrinkage at this point. I look for a wave, instinctively turn and ride the wave 50 feet to the beach. What a rush. The thrill of tackling nature. I did it over and over. I must have done it 25 times. I lost track of time. I lost track of space. I relished in the moment rekindling my days of youth at Coney Island. Nathans Red Hots, Orange Julius. The ferris wheel overlooking the entire Coney Island area. Then it dawned on me that I’m the only adult bogetboarding. I’m at Beach Haven. My stuff is in a wet heap at the water’s edge. My son is no where to be found. I look around frantically but Larry Jr is nowhere in sight. I race back toward the umbrella. I trip over a sandcastle about 20 feet from our umbrella, fall onto a teenager sunbating with her bikini strap undone and styrofoam chunks are flying everywhere. My son peers out from behind the umbrella to see me sprawled out in the sand with a shattered bogeyboard and a pissed off teenager now startled and exposed. He starts crying because Daddy broke his bogeyboard. It was an embarrassing moment. We both got over it. We laugh about it today. But for 20 magical minutes at Beach Haven I was in the zone. One with the waves. A blue rush of excitement. Controlling nature to my ends. It was nirvana. The only things that were ever approached that moment were my wedding night and my first interview with John Lennon. I will never forget.
My guess is that the waterboarding brings back a different set of memories for those poor chaps at Gitmo. Sad they can’t share my memories.
Nothing like a stroll down memory lane.
Yo Mayor give me 200 stout hardy men and I’ll clean up this cesspool.
Nice to see more posters and regulars with something substantive to say. Did larry post this in another venue to attract posts? Now he just needs to purge the junk puppets who post under regular posters names. Ed and Leo if it wasnt you calliing me an idiot, I feel better, I actually like all of you guys and enjoy arguing with you.
Asking for more police is a warm fuzzy that no one can object to. It does really work in NYC, where overwhelming force is always in site, thus a very safe city versus Philadelphia. Nutter takes advice from Bloomberg so hopefully he gets it and finds a way to put more uniforms on the street. It was wise to change their schedules to have more on duty duing high crime hours, pretty much common sense but stunning that it was not already being done. John Street and his commisioner, Silvester the black cat, were really clueless, but they did have iphones!
Yo George you and me we’ll clean up this city.
Sufferin Succotash I resent any comparisons between myself and those 2 characters.
Larry, blog topic has stalled and lost interest of regulars. Only bad things can happen now. Time to change topic.
Larry, will you abide fees for trash pickup? In a world where there should be FREE AIR at service stations?
How about the city impose a 300% tax on any alcohol sold within city limits, excepting restaurants? That would keep poor people from buying as much rotgut and would help pay for police. Or legalize pot in the city and tax it heavily. That would help reduce gang activity by some amount and would create revenues on sales that are going to occur anyway. It would be great if dopers actually financed law enforcement instead of being targets and clogging up jails unnecessarily.
Okay, Leo, I have to ask. Why is your name spelled backwards? Did I miss something?
It’s like flying the flag upside down: it signals distress here at the blog.
LOL
George: I actually was calling you an idiot. I don’t like you, in fact, and don’t enjoy arguing with you at all. Your words expressed how you feel, so don’t try to take them back now after you’ve been exposed.
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#42 is a sock puppet, which should be obvious from the fact that I don’t use colons when addressing other people here.
YBP, the tax could be reduced if pot is legalized and becomes a revenue stream. I think that would do much more for the city than some gaudy slot parlors anyway.
Imagine Philadelphia like a Western Hemisphere Amsterdam: good beer, cafés, a strong arts scene, etc.
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Sorry, YBP. My filling receptors didn’t pick up that broadcast. ;)
YFAP, welcome back. Thanks for dropping in. Been out of town?
I’m getting a headache trying to read backward. Please change header – not entire message.
Getting so you can trust any posts these days.
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Okay but that was fun for a bit,kind of a slow day here in paradise.I was away for a bit,visited Detroit, in fact suggested that Larry’s next topic should be how Philly can avoid becoming the next Detroit.What an awful city.
YBP, I’m feeling less distressed. I think Detroit should legalize pot, too. Because it’s on the river, like Philly, it could create a series of enchanting canals in a planned development in the city center. We need a few Amsterdams here in the U.S. Why not use post-industrial cities?
The only place I’ve seen Holocaust Remembrance mentioned this week is here. There is much about administrative assistants day/week (a Hallmark holiday) and of course the Earth day/week observation which is cramed down children’s throats to the point where they are terrifed about polluting when they flush their waste down the toilet.
It made me think that every living Holocaust survior and WWII veterans who liberated them will be dead in less than 20 years. Although many talk about never forgetting, it could someday in our lifetimes fall in the “remember the Alamo” category where if you ask a kid about the Alamo they haven’t a clue. It sounds old manish but it’s true.
Those interested in really remembering should develop a grand exhibit like Williamburg or Gettysburg, where mock concentration camps and other realistic representions are presented in a Disney like format as a tourist destination to educate future generations about it. It could include other things like Darfur and Russian genocide and of course Iraq. It sounds macbre, but it could have a lighter side too away from the serious suff to attraact families, it could be away from Disney as a side attraction, much like the Safari or other one off attrations that get fed tourists from the main Disney World destination.
I remember seeing slave reenactors at Williamsburg as a kid and for the first time getting what that part of history was all about. We have a baseball hall of fame destination and a rock and roll hall of fame. We need to have a genocide HALL OF SHAME destination where future generations are taught about it in a very jarring way, through real life exhibitions that expose the horror, otherwise remebering genocide could be as familar to our grandchildren as is the Alamo.
George, you should go to DC. They have a Holocaust Museum. If fact I believe they are building one in Phila. Maybe you could take in a movie about the holocaust
From Anne Frank to Schindler’s List to Sophie’s Choice to the Pianist, there might be something in those movies that affects your sensitivity bone (if you have one).
You might however be right about the rise of anti-Semitism throughout the world. On the eve of the Remembrance Day
the UN had Ahmadinejad speak at their Durban II conference on race. As you probably know he spoke about how racist the Israelis are. Many representatives walked out but the fact that they would even let this man speak on such a day is reprehensible.
George-Visit Dachau on the outskirts of Munich,what remains of the concentration camp has been turned into a sort of museum.Chilling.
Leo-Even weed couldn’t save Detroit.
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I visited Dachau when I was stationed in Germany. The exterior is stark. The photos inside are surreal. It is hard to imagine such an event occurred.
I do see George’s point about 20 years from now no survivors will be alive. It will be ancient history. An entire Generation X will be in charge. They really only care about what they can buy.
The answer for Detroit, like Camden, is the wrecking ball and bulldozer. Start over. Reset. Redo. Residents should be given weed for medicinal purposes for just living there.
All this talk of legalizing Cannabis Sativa harkens me back to 1974 when I was interviewing John Lennon. I get the call from their agent that I can do an interview in their hotel room in NYC at 1PM. I get in the Pinto and drive to NYC (in retrospect that may not have been such a good idea). As I’m cruising up the NJ Tpke I’m going over the questions I want to ask John in my mind. Plenty of time for that. Next thing I know I’m at the George Washington Bridge. Minutes later I make my way across town to the Marriott Marquis in Times Square. The Beatles loved to see themselves on the big tv screen.
I go up to their room and knock on their door. Yoko Ono answers the door. After exchanging pleasantries and showing my credentials she lets me in. Whew! Whew! The place had this pungent smell that I could not place. I had smelled it before at the WPIV Christmas parties but never to this degree. I asked Yoko what the smell was. She laughed and turned to John to ask who this square was. I let out a nervous laugh to join their laughter. I never viewed myself as square. I had always thought of myself as hip. Afterall I was wearing my new baby blue leisure suit with flowered shirt and gold chain. I was looking very stylish if I must say so myself. Anyway after doing reintroductions with the Beatles and overcoming the pungency of the maryjane I sort of glanced around the room to get a panorama effect. My camera man Mike List was far more comfortable in this setting than I. I noticed a lot of scantily clad women in the room. My guess is that they were groupies. Ringo was over in the corner with this chemistry set looking appartus I later found out was called a bong. I would have to say that Ringo was a true stoner. A likeable bloke but a complete stoner. What a lucky guy this no talent was to latch on with the Beatles. Then there was George. He was rather introverted. He was moving around in the middle of the room like the Kun Fu guy on tv. You know David Carradine as the Grasshopper. Anyway they told me George was tripping. I said it must be a daytripper because it’s early afternoon. Ha Ha Ha. Sometimes I kill myself. Paul was sitting at a piano kind of oblivious to it all. He seemed rather introspective. Maybe he was working on their next hit. Maybe he was just trying to impress a 16 year old. Who knows? So at this point John and I move to a quiet corner of the room to start our interview. I am totally psyched. Besides my Bay of Pigs live reporting at Gitmo the Beatles are my calling card. They make me feel special. Alive. My reason for being. I love the Beatles. Anyway I plug in my tape recorder and begin fire away. 20 minutes into the interview I think that John and I have a pretty good dialogue going. We’re in the zone. Sympatico. Copasectic. I’m thinking I have solid gold here. 20 minutes with John Lennon in a room full of pot smoke and groupies. It doesn’t get any better than this. I look back to see if my camera man is getting all this. He is no where to be found. Finally I see him in the corner exchanging hits on the bong with Ringo. You’ve got to be kidding. I ask him how long he’s been gone. He says I don’t know man. Oh brother! Anyway our time is up. Their agent says it’s time to leave. We exchange pleasantries and shuffle out the door. I am steamed at Mike. This was pure gold. Symmetry. Pulitzer stuff. Reduced to a tape recording. Very little video. Oh brother! What am I going to tell the Station Manager? Oh well I’ve got a couple of hours to figure that out. Well somewhere between exits 8A and 8 the Pinto engine catches on fire. Mike pulls out his camera and starts shooting. I try to flag down and state policeman. Finally the fire engines show up with a statey. The statey asks me if I have been smoking marijuana. I said no I’ve been interviewing the Beatles. I explained they were the ones smoking marijuana. Soon thereafter we were whisked off to the state police headquarters in Trenton. After several calls and blowing a .7 we were release. Oh brother! What an experience. We got back just in time for the 6 o’clock news. We lead with the car fire on the NJ Turnpike story.
Larry that was pure gold, pure gold Larry. You can’t make up that kind of stuff.
Just when I thought it was time to put a fork in this topic.
Whatever it takes….
I was in Phila yesterday (a rare occasion) and was driving down Spruce St. It used to be a no brainer type of thing but my paranoia took over and all I could imagine was some car darting across the intersection followed by a police vehicle in pursuit. Every corner it was like that. Of course in the background I could hear sirens going and that only increased my fear. I finally made it to the edge of town where I could relax my grip on the wheel. What a relief… So much for the scenic route.
Hello everyone it isa me again. Thisa timea Ia be back to performa the Last Rites ona thisa webasite. Thisa site isa going toa die soon. Itsa been almost a daya since the lasta blogger blogged. Whoa knows howa longa before the nexta blogger? Ia herea toa performa Extreme Unction ona thisa site. Alla you bloggers havea onea lasta chancea to doa penance. Amena. Thata meana you Georgie.
Larry,here’s a few words from America’s greatest singer Frank Sinatra:
The summerwind came blowing in from across the sea
It lingered there so warm and fair to walk with me
All summer long we sang a song and strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summerwind..
Larry to you and your fans-Good Luck and God Bless..
Larry …. Larrry ….. are you out there
Larry….?
Larry you must be psychic. How did you know that Phila was going to need more cops? The Comish firing five cops yesterday leaves a few openings. On the other hand the city will probably spend a million or two defending their right to fire the five cops.
I will be heading out for a weeks vacation after my Comcast filming. I wanted to wish you well during my absence. All I can say is Hasta luego! And Dos Equis por favor. Ha Ha Ha!
Ethel and I visited to Cancun about 15 years ago. The only advice I received in advance was ‘don’t drink the water’. So we land at the airport which is nothing like Philly Int’l. It’s like a Greyhound Bus Terminal from the 60′s. Anyway we gather our bags and have a porter bring them out to the curb. There we are met by about 25 taxi and shuttle drivers all bartering in Spanglish for our business. They must have known I was a VIP. We get to our hotel, get changed and head down to the pool bar. It is Tequilla time. I had always wanted a Tequilla Sunrise. I drank 2 or 3 in the bright sunlight of the scorching afternoon. Ethel was after me to put on my SPF30 sunscreen. I told her real men didn’t need sunscreen. Around 5PM we headed back to our room to freshen up and head out for dinner. Ethel noticed that I was red on my arms and legs. A shower revealed just how red I was. Oh brother! We headed out to the local cantina for some mexican fare. I have to admit my only previous venture into mexican food was Taco Bell and that ended badly. So we strole down the plaza. We stop at Enrico’s a restarante recommended by the hotel. I’m ordering things I’ve never heard of before. Sure I’ve had tacos but what are chile rellenos, chimichangas and tamales? Oh brother! I end up getting enchiladas which are like crapes only 3 alarm hot. Smoking. Roof of mouth burning. Toxic. And smashed beans called refried. They don’t look like they’ve been fried once. How can they be refried? After my Tequilla Sunrises I decide I better stick with water or I’ll be flying on the shandliers. I manage to get all my food down thanks to 3 large glasses of ice water. We settle up and head down the plaza. We’d heard there was a Pat O’Briens there. I always wanted a Hurricane. Never got to New Orleans. So all of the sudden I feel this queezy feeling. I feel like I have a mudslide going on in my stomach. What is happening? Montezuma’s Revenge! Barf til you drop. The twirllies. Gastrological nightmare. Exit stage left. It was a truely devastating experience. We both still wonder what happened but I have not had mexican food since. Don’t think I ever will. Nunca. Nada. Ninguno. We were on the next flight back to PHL. Give me a nice italian hoagie or a cheesesteak hoagie anytime.
Larry, it’s really sunny and warm out today. I walked outside and noticed all the tulips are blooming. Will you please update your blog before they are doing dormant this fall?
Leo, you are pathetic. Stop having conversations with yourself using different names. You’re not creative or witty. Almost all of these posts are you. You’re probably a homosexual too.
Leo if you can just wait another 36 hours I will change the website. I’m way too busy to change things here!
Leo,#68 is not me!
Larry, enough with allowing this nonesense. I think the regulars should consider a boycott of this blog until you take action to stop the prick(s) who is ruining any chance for intelligent discourse here.
What do you say gentleman, time to shut Larry down?
George, time to find employment and a new house. You are the pathetic one.
I accept responsibility for everything that goes wrong here. If I paid any attention whatsoever this site would not have evolved into this mess.
Larry. today is Day One of my boycott for you to fix the site and protect those who want to participate in a constructive way.
Inquirer had a nice story on a coccentration camp survivor today. Also the last
Bedford boy who stormed Normady died today. Those with first hand memories will be dropping like flies in coming years. Thats why we need an interactive theme park to educate future generations who only get their information if its spoon fed to them. Think of the millions who have seen Disney world or Universal exhibits, and compare those numbers to the number who have seen the holocoust museum in DC. The Dinsey idea could really work. especially if it included D-day beach reenactments,
Pearl Harbor, Japan ,and of course concentration camps. A Hall of WWII history that makes learning this stuff exciting and intersting and is availble to millions of Americans who vacation domestically it the best way to keep this part of history alive so it never happens again. Seeing lifelike bodies stacked up and the smell of war and death is edgy, but it will work and attract millions if its done with the realism of the Hall of presidents or Micheal
fox’s Back to the future exhibit. Genocide and WWII deserve as much attention and recognition in popular culture as does Mickey Mouse and Haunted Houses!
I’m watching Monica Malpass right now, she has really held up well. Has Anyone noticed Dawn Timony’s makeover? How about Nitia Hahn? Does’t Erin O’hern look like Lindsey Lohan? Larry, Who’s you’re favorite local news hottie? Come on, we know its not Adam Joseph, the Kane man doesn’t swing thay way! Dish it Larry, we won’t tell the Mrs.
What is Larry going to post tonight? Any bettors out there? The weather? Another tractor trailer accident that killed 5 people on the NJ turnpike? Five Phila cops getting the ax? Obama’s first 100 days in office? I doubt that he will expound on George’s “Disney Holocaust” concept. My money is on the Gitmo controversy. Larry is always the last to comment on a belabored subject.
BTW Larry what’s your show about tonight? I plan on watching Celebrity “Your Fired” tonight. I must be the last person alive that even knows that this show even exists. I’ll bet that your show pulls better numbers than The Donald here in the Phila area. My only wish is that that witch Joan Rivers or her equally obnoxious daughter Mellisa gets the ax tonight. Stay tuned………
Larry, while I’m at it, the other Larry Kaighn has come up with some interesting anecdotes about his life and times. If only you would open up a little. People might find some of your stuff interesting. Or do we have to pay for that?