A once fatty Mcfat fat, but now a sexy humanoid, steps out form the shadows and speaks amongst the people

"Alright story time bishes! Ok, so lets just say your Mr./Mrs. billy bad asses younger child who just happens to be even more fucking bad ass then your bad ass parents, and this mobster you have known for some time approaches you on the street. Not only is he disrespectful, but he's acting in a manner that you have never seen come from him. Sure the bad ass inside of you that, if you don't quite remember, is more bad ass then your bad ass parents, wants to put two bullets into his head. Although, being previous friends you do act of the norm and you let him slide with it.

"So the next day you catch him waving his gun in the air, screaming obscenities, confessing his fetishes involving pineapples and cattle prods. Surely he has slipped off the deep end. So what do you do? Being you know, all bad ass and shit, do you snuff his ass for humility? Nope, you think to yourself, "You know what? I know Adam he's a good freaking guy! We use to shoot pool together at the speakeasy's while sipping whiskey and talking about the good times."

"So you let him slide. The next morning you step outside, take a bad ass deep breathe, and exhale. You turn to the left and once again see Adam. Only this time, Adam is naked covering his lower half with the Tribune, waving his pistol in the air and talking about how disagreed he was with how the cities were operated by leadership. Surely not, not Adam, he must be intoxicated right? So lets tell him to shut his mouth, lock him in a room for 12 hours to sober up, cause for sure it's not the person you know. It must be an accident."

"So you let him slide. Two days later, your at church with your Sunday partner, you hear commotion coming form the rear pew. At first you ignore it, thinking only of your love for the man above, and how good a Connoli with a glass of wine would be. Then suddenly up jumps Adam, hair all disheveled, sweating like a pig in a sauna, talking about the lord told him to do it. You dive just in time to avoid gun shots while your once buddy, who twice now has shown signs of mental breakdown, walks through the church plucking off your body guards and closest friends. Guess the first few times he acted crazy should have been a sign."

Point to be taken from this bad ass story? People generally claim rogues are not avoidable, and in some cases (some being the key word there) they really aren't avoidable. However, I can only assume that Mafioso's like all people show signs of distress or disloyalty prior to committing such acts.

If that being the case, would that not be our own responsibility to try to ensure that doesn't occur? And on another note, does that not bring up the debate of so many guns yet so many few restrictions?

I am attempting not to be biased on the subject matter. I do in fact have my own opinion but I want fresh thoughts, nothing that may be persuaded by my own.

"How do you think this situation could have been avoided? What kind of things could be handled differently to prevent such crazy acts of the der da ders?"

Some of what you said is true but not all Rogues, whether of the HQ buying variety or the random shooters, show signs of distress/disloyalty beforehand.

For example, I knew ClarenceWorley fairly well and had many a conversation with him back when I was working in Chicago. At no time did I ever sense or hear of grumblings towards anybody. So when he bought an HQ and shot Gene_Hunt, I was as shocked and dissapointed as the next man.

Thankfully, that type of Rogue, which I call "coin-flip" rogues, are rather rare. Even more so are the dangerous ones, like Worely was.

SINGERROURKE was one of the first on the scene to hear Richard speak. He has been doing a great job as of lately keeping the streets very open and allowing people to come together as a community SINGERROURKE really appreciated that. It was one of his favorite things was when he felt like people were asking him a question even if they werent he always wanted to answer. SINGERROURKE thinks back about the past and smiles.

Richard, Let me first say you have done an outstanding job here in the streets yet again. Ok now i will move into your question. You ask how a situation like this could be avoided. There once was a great Godfather who i respected very much. His name Was Godfather Serotonin. At a time where one of his crewleaders made a mistake, SINGER, Godfather Serotonin straightened him out. He told him you dont allow these things to happen period. See what had happened was that one of SINGERS men shot at amember in one of the philly crews on complete accident. It was one of SINGERS best friends that had done it. SINGER tried to protect his friend and tried making a deal with the other Crew Leader. Godfather Serotonin quickly shot down this idea of letting a guilty man walk free. He took the plane down to vegas and shot tony down.

SINGERROURKE thinks back for a moment.

That day he said to SINGER, It was all business. I think sometimes we forget that we arent here to make friends or to hang out friday nights. We are here because we needed the money. Which one of us didnt start off selling drugs or snatching purses? Slowly we sometimes lose sight of why we are here. Its business and that is how it should be done. The second you start letting your Feelings guide you is the second you start walking to your grave. All in all, you have to figure what is most important to you and how should you take care of it. The man here in this story, not adam, Was faced against either shooting a good friend or keeping him to hang out and have some good times again.

SINGERROURKE realizes he is talking to much and decides to close his piece by stating his conclusion into one sentence.

People respect the man who isnt wish-washy.

I like the term "flip-coin", I just may have to adapt that if it's alright with you.

Thank you very much Singer for your compliments toward my presence and your opinion toward the matter.

Tips hat and yes it's shaped like a penis

I meant the term, "coin -flip". Please forgive me, I have gotten very little sleep since the monkey competition. The vision of ape's in clothing keep replaying in my mind.

Sure thing. I have no claim on words, RichardWad.