Chicago attends many funerals of the fallen, and then decides to tell the peon masses what really happened....

Friends, enemies, and those I have never heard of, because of your ears not being close to the sound of the news happening, I am here to enlighten you.

You were told that a leak originated from within @Squirrelly-Dan city.  This, to an extent, is true.  But that leak was in cahoots with Chicago from the start.  You see, the latest moron from the K_W line was slated to be killed for quite some time.  Elements from within his own family wanted him dead and goaded him into saying unflattering things about Chicago in general, and the late Flowah in particular.

Squirrelly-Dan's claims are inane, when one looks at the casualties he sustained.  He was taken by surprise, as was K_W.  Chicago made some mistakes, and that's the only reason anyone is left alive in New York.

And whilst it was bloody, fewer died than in a writing competition written by the virtuoso of verbosity, Lincoln_Lawyer.

And whilst we're talking about wordy obsessives, let's take a few minutes to nip, right in the fucking bud, that ingrate PlagueGuy.

What a ungrateful jackass.  A far more experienced and famous wordsmith noticed a smidgen of talent in him, so sent him a precious gift.  And what this bounder do?  He takes to the streets to spew bile and hatred.

Let's deconstruct his vicious and insincere attack:

I presume there are more important matters than dedicating attention to a chronic, lifelong narcissist as much as this discussion has mostly designated itself to be.

You presume this, then contradict yourself by lending your time to attack your sponsor?  Have you no shame, sir?

Some people simply cannot be changed, and this specific bloodline is no different. Time and time and time and time and time again actions have been undertook by a multitude of different and usually prominent people, to no avail. Time and time again folks have called out such actions head on, or behind the scenes, or both formally and informally, and it has proven futile. You can talk to essentially any person about this and they'll more or less agree. It's an endless headache, but it's also one that's usually unavoidable.

Wrong.  You are ignoring history.  Maybe your lineage isn't long off the boat.  Maybe you're misinformed.  But name any notable Godfather, and famous lineage, and there will be a Kuku, working alongside them.  Sometimes behind the scenes.  And you forget that relatives of his have ran cities - the youngest ever defacto Godfather of a city no less.  You forget about the time when, working for the regime of the day, his outfit assassinated three Godfathers in one night - clearing up shop.

Some of the issues that I have seen is the constant submissal for people from all sides of our spectrum to relent and dive into the shit-show that is trying to communicate with any relative of Kuku. Nobody is to blame for it either. It's not like any sane person enjoys seeing fellow mobsters being blatantly disrespected time and time again by the same person who has survived being exiled out of the public array multiple times. It's not like we want to see some of the garbage put out (including some despicable and horrifying garbage) constantly.

I don't know what you mean by "submissal" - is this some kind of new U-boat weaponry?  But as to the "blatantly disrespected" that you speak of, you betrayed by father, and my disrespect towards you is simply pointing out your character flaws, your selfishness, and your solipsism.  You've jumped onto a bandwagon, son.  A bandwagon that is operated by the same ol' sadsacks doing to the same ol' thing.

His life is simple. He puts no direct effort into it, because he knows his life is often limited. He wouldn't fear death; he's got nothing to lose, only reactions and enemies to gain. It's a bit of an interesting thought. Every life revolves around being public, causing some fights, and finishing it by being put down by someone or dueling himself into the afterlife. The other path is staying quiet and slowly working up just to shoot at some random target in particular and being offed anyway.

To fear death in this life is to not live.  Relatives of mine have entered into duels whilst expensively protected and lost.  So be it.  That is honour. To lay one's life on the line is to live honourably.  Relatives of mine became a key cog in the operations of numerous regimes in this thing of ours because of their hardy determination to die for a cause.  Not many people can do similar.  Ask any sons of retired godfathers and they will all say that when a Kuku dedicates himself to a family, he will die for it.

You want to change him? You won't. You want to state your points and frustrations? Go for it, but recognize it only gives him more reason to continue making scenes. You want to shoot him in the face? That's up to you, but understand the risks and dangers associated with it. You might cause more trouble than needed.

You won't change me, no.  Because you are not worth changing for.  I have a great deal of respect for many in this life.  I saw potential in you.  I wanted to train you, help you build.  Develop you.  But you developed Lincoln's Syndrome, and here you are.  What a waste.

Personally, I treat him like a hair in your food. Pick it out, flick it aside (or dump it in the trash) and continue eating. It's gross, but you're hungry, so you don't care as much. Same mindset should apply here and probably does for those who couldn't care less. Otherwise, leave it as is. The hair isn't going anywhere, nor is the possibility. As long as you still have hair or are in the presence of it, a hair will always wind up in your food sooner or later. It's on you to decide what to do with it.

Each person who puts themselves into the pot will suffer the consequences if the pot burns. Nobody will stop you from inserting yourself into the discussion, but nobody will save you from it either once you step past the line.

Your metaphors are all getting up in each other's business here, son.  No makey sensey, son.  How hairy are the people you spend time with?  What are you even talking about?  I generally eat in restaurants, and they almost always take care of this.  And it's their pot that will suffer, so it doesn't affect me.  

Choose different examples.  I could have helped you, but you've burned your bridges with me.

If you had any honour, you'd hand back all of the gifts that I gifted you.

Dork.

Damn, I came out here thinking I'd get a discussion on the removal of most of Chicago and got a bitchslap rant about me in broad daylight. Bit of a shock factor there I'll give ya that one.

Anyway, rather than rebuking any of your points, since that'll just give you more leeway on things to argue about, I'll keep it simple, for my sakes and hopefully others.

This should serve as a textbook definition of what to expect out of your mouth when someone calls you out for whatever reason. You lose your shit, and rather than settling it privately or contained to where said discussion originally was, you, under some crazed obligation, decided to take to the direct public and hide your fulmination behind a topic that's probably more important than ranting and raving about a guy who just calls you out on your nonsense. This is not the first time either.

I'm glad you've gone and given me the point I needed for others to avoid talking about or with you, regardless of where it is on the streets or the topics at hand. It simply isn't worth barking over, especially since you'll go so such a damn length like you have here to "prove your point" or whatever excuse you can come up with. You've presented them with a wonderful example of of the garbage that'll come out of your mouth.

I'm surprised you've given me this much attention of all things to begin with. You could use the "you're a Right Hand in Vegas" argument, but I don't see myself on much of any other level than anyone else albeit those who run the show. You'd do this to anyone given the opportunity, but you like to pick and choose upperclassmen in some effort to downgrade their reputation, or make a public scene, or test their patience. Some of the best people out there are those who could give less of a fuck than to bother talking with you, especially after you directly call them out to the streets anyway, to provoke some kind of response. I'm pretty astounded that I'm worth so much effort to blabber about in the first place.

Chicago, let me say something. I do not care about what you have to say. You've come here expecting to start some kind of rivalry with me when I honestly could care less. I'm not going to stress myself fighting an unwinnable battle against you with no end-goal in sight. You wouldn't change regardless of whether I ignored you or not, supported you or not, etc.

I'm going to keep to myself in the meantime in things regarding you. Anyone else would know to do the same. Once again, communicating with you, or calling you out, or even "supporting you" as you claim to have multiple followers doing so, tends not to end well.

For those wishing for clarification, he sent me a pretty decent gift following my initial post on the dimness of the streets, which I did say thank you for and kept respectable around. A couple of his generations later, he sends a mail asking about the status of my finances, a bit of an interesting question, to which I asked about to no avail.

I guess he expects me to drop to my knees and kiss his shoes after being sent a gift, like gifts immediately buy respect. He lost that in his tirade against others sick and tired of his point-dodging and insult throwing.

You aren't the king of the world. Nobody is. Your history with past leaders and your association is wonderful, but also serves no purpose in the current time. You might have shown you work hard, and that's great. But at the current moment, you've shown no obligation to even bother attempting to make anything of yourself; instead, you've taken to "exposing" current leadership and picking fights on the streets with general mafiosi and signing your own death sentences. So forgive me for not thinking too much of you at the current moment.

Adios.

PlagueGuy

You say:

"I'm not going to stress myself fighting an unwinnable battle against"

I will take that as a convincing win.  The best revenge is to live well.  With this in mind, I strongly encourage you to live well.

Indeed. You can take it as whatever you like. I'll just sit back with a proud smile on my face while you continue to spew rubbish and hand the torch to the next generation of your kin repeatedly.

After Honesty was done shitting in another maniac's cardboard bed in an alley, a maniac that had a sign literally nailed to his naked body, Honesty walked back to the street and guzzled down some more syrup. "Ahhhhh, that was a force that really needed to be emerged out my butt. Feeling all better now.", Honesty thought. The Canadian walked down the streets and casually glanced through some shop windows. Some interesting stuff was being sold. New lines of clothing, fancy cuisine, shoe cleaning services, etc. Just then, the unimaginable happened. Another mentally unhinged person, with one eye twice as big as the other, was rambling on more obscenities. This person was named after the city of Chicago, and quite literally so. Honesty thought that maybe his parents gave up on his name as much as this man clearly gave up on his own life. While the man was rambling and piles of drool were forming underneath him and slobbering on his clothes, he mentioned PlagueGuy. This caught Honesty's attention and the French-Canadian decided to listen to the crazed ramblings of the clearly deranged man.

At a certain point, Chicago mentioned that PlagueGuy was ignoring history. Honesty smirked at this because Chicago's lineage is known to fabricate lies and glue them to their web of fantasies. Sometimes, that lineage can be heard saying "Ooga booga" and dancing like cavemen when a worm lies on the ground. Of course, they almost always say that what they actually saw was a pigeon sword-fighting a whale with angelic wings, but then again, it's not the most far-fetched bullshit that stumbled out of their mouths. Hell, one of the craziest claims Honesty ever heard Chicago's (Kuku's) lineage say was that they were respected. Honesty treasured that memory to this day. He laughed so hard he almost got a migraine afterwards. Honesty then snapped back to the real world as Chicago was still, for some bizarre reason, talking, as if he and his lineage ever had any value in the mafiosi world. Then, Honesty heard Chicago say:

You won't change me, no.  Because you are not worth changing for.  I have a great deal of respect for many in this life.  I saw potential in you.  I wanted to train you, help you build.  Develop you. 

Honesty face twisted in an expression of confusion when Chicago said this. A man talking about change when his parents never changed his diaper off of him. In fact, as surprising as Chicago's eye size difference was, it was even more startling to see that he, himself, never took off his diaper. The dejected reality was that his diaper was now filled to the brim with feces and it was being dragged on the pavement when Chicago walked. Honesty then piped up:

"It's okay PlagueGuy. You're developing quite nicely. Let this... creature say what he wants to. I think there are some ladies eyeing you down the street over there."

Honesty then took out his gun and was about to put Chicago out of its misery, but just then, some random pedestrians threw a Molotov cocktail, burning Chicago's monstrous body to a crisp. Honesty pinched his nose and scurried away before the stench of Chicago's poopy diaper became the new atmosphere.

"QUICK. RUN WITH ME, PLAGUEGUY. WE SHOULDN'T LINGER HERE ANY LONGER!!!!!!"

After Honesty convinced PlagueGuy to run with him, his Right Hand asked him why poop always seemed to follow the Canadian. To this, Honesty said:

"Well, my good friend, one of Kuku's inbred lineage once asked a similar question. He asked something along the lines of "Why does Honesty always want to talk about poop. To this, I replied:

it's hard to walk away from the shit talking when you have such a shit personality that it rots people around you

"I fear that it is now a curse. I fear that my core has been rotted by this lineage and I think that, because of this, poop now forever will haunt me when I get close to one of their descendants. That and little Maxine also has strange poop powers. So, what do you say? Shall we continue escaping this sad excuse for a human being or shall we press onward to more adventures?"

To this, PlagueGuy also asked what Chicago meant when it said that its lineage ran cities, with one being a Godfather

"I wouldn't pay much attention to that. I mean after all, one of his descendants also forced himself sexually... you know what? I don't really want to talk about that. That was a moment in these streets's history that was absolutely fucking disgusting to see, and a moment that came from Kuku's lineage. Let us NEVER forget what he did on that distasteful day, but let us hopefully forget about this lineage".