For those of you with short attention span, I will make a wild guess and predict that what I'm about to say will include:

SammyGato killing the entire districts of Brooklyn and Manhattan over his idiocy. No, for once, it wasn't paranoia that killed a district. It was pure uncut 100% motherfucking incompetence and stupidity. SammyGato decided to accuse a GODDAMN CREW LEADER in CH of placing a hit on one of our own. Turns out it was ONE OF THE MANHATTAN RESIDENTS that placed the hit on another manhattan resident. Oh, and did I mention it took mister SammyGato "district head" about 12 hours to get the location of said resident? Yeah, it was that elusive master of escapes K_a_l_l

This is the last name I'm going to give out of respect for the two people that tried to make my father's life a sufferable experience.

My sincere thanks, Sammy, for finally ridding my father of the mind boggling task of trying to be an effective member of your upper structure.

You shat on a city that has been beyond exceptional in the past, a home to some of the best leaders in this game. 

Bonus topics may include:

• Cats fucking up multiple times
• Cats fucking over other people multiple times
• Cats not listening to anyone who doesn't speak in fake italian while jerking himself off at least twice a day
• Gatherings of wannabe mafioso where they pretend to be little princesses 
• All of the above, on repeat

If you're especially short of attention span, feel free to close your ears until the very end of the speech, I will make sure to YELL LOUDLY THE EMBARRASSINGLY UGLY TRUTH OF WHAT NY HAS BEEN LIKE 

As a long time loyal and ambitious member of the NY that was wiped, my father kept his opinion of the city out of the streets. He didn't even tell his own son what he was really thinking at the time, because he was a man of values. Loyalty and hard work were not just words to him, they were a way of life. Now that he's no longer among the living, I feel that as his son, I have every right to expose what was left in his journals. I am, unlike him, neither bound by omerta, nor working for that city. Bare with me, this is the first time I'll be reading them as well.

Flipping through the pages of his father's journal, he stops and starts to read:

New York used to be a great city. Now it's just a bunch of lazy and half-witted cats with botched Italian accents. The "Gatos" as they call themselves have to be the most useless leadership this place has ever seen. Seems like all they do is hug and cuddle and do just about ANYTHING except actual work. Their latest pastime has to be the most embarrassing of them all: Seems like they got a copy of some book aimed at teenage girls and that excited them so much that they just had to put in the effort of running multiple simulations over and over again. I think they call it "the anger games". They even started betting money on that shit, money this city doesn't have. You see, the vast majority of the NY recruits don't actually do any work to make money. They just sit around hugging each other and petting the cats. That seems to be alright though, because the "leaders" have this magic tree they call "Kraddit Curd" they can shake when they need funds for their non existent operations. Well, at least they put some effort in making the games, that's a first.

A baffled expression had taken over his face.

Uhh, well, I'm sure my father must have been exaggerating. There's no way a criminal organization can actually survive like that?

Going back to the first few pages of the journal, he starts to read again:

I think I'm making some real progress here. Working everyday has started to show results. I can afford a decent amount of bodyguards to guard my back, I seem to be getting exceedingly good at shooting targets. I think it was the right decision to ignore all the lovey dovey distractions and stick to business. Thank god there's a couple of people with half a brain still intact that can hold a conversation about something other than moving pictures for teenagers or what they like to do to their husbands. I have faith these donations and my street credit with the drug dealers will get me noticed even if I can only speak english instead of botched cat italian. I'm enjoying the growth, no longer thinking about suicide.

The confusion had been replaced by pride.

That's my pops for you! Hard worker, hard earner, hard hitter! He wanted to be useful to his family; that's all he talked about in his letters.

He continued reading:

Alas, after a long wait, I have been promoted! It's been a while since I got my button, but these next ranks were really a challenge for my patience. I'm sure those people getting one promotion after another are prodigies, the leaders surely wouldn't just give out ranks to people just because of their family name? I mean, that's fine and dandy as long as you don't forget to check how experienced the rest of your crew is every once in a while. Like a week maybe? Two? That doesn't matter, I've met a fine young man who seems to be in the know and actually interested in progress. He sorted my situation out and gave me a compliment or two for my work and donations. Feels nice to be appreciated; no, more than that it feels right. Unfortunately this person has to go down his own road and won't be here for long more...

Well that's not too bad, I've heard of worse. Let's just read the important parts of the next pages, my throat is getting a tad dry 

The cats are spreading everywhere! Every cat now has their own crew. I jump at the chance to join a new cat crew, the old one is just not interested in business like I am. Things will be different I know!

Things are not different, turns out the cat boss made sure to authorize only lazy cats for the leading positions. Well, at least I'm an upper structure member now. This way, I can help the city stay safe now. I'll see if I can get some recruits and encourage them to work hard. 

Recruiting is harder than I thought. There seem to be some people inviting total strangers without exchanging a simple greeting into our family, but the boss doesn't really seem to care about it. I try to raise concerns, but I'm afraid the more I push, the less I get. 

BAD NEWS. The good people of the non botched italian cat crew in the city died to death! They were the only ones who knew how to find targets to train our hitters on. And the leaders are coming to all the members asking them to take over their duties. Surely that's dangerous?! We can't possibly rely on any wise guy out there being in control of who we hit and when?! We should take care of this between us in the upper structures... My offer to do most of the work if someone can get me a connect with good eyes and just a little help in managing who has access to the list of targets goes ignored... They must have other plans, surely...

The long days of finding targets using my own poor eyes are over. We have new list makers! But they're from another city? I don't understand. NY should have the balls and the resources to its own work. Isn't that what cities do? I must be mistaken, because once again my concerns of outsiders controlling who we shoot are ignored.

He was visibly shaken. His voice trembled with anger as he gritted his teeth between every word.

Enough is enough. What does the last page read? 

SammyGato doomed us today. He went ahead and accused a CH mafioso of placing a hit on his subordinates. Turns out, it was one of our own. Probably one of those strangers that people like to invite without talking to them first. I hear it took the head cat over 12 hours to locate the actual culprit and have him disposed of. Communication has always been poor in the uppers circle, except of course when it's about hugs, cuddles and circlejerk games, but this is unheard of... I have given up hope. It's only a matter of time until CH guns us down. I think we deserve it to be honest. This has all been one long ride of embarrassing incidents, caused by laziness and what can be nothing but lack of intellect. But I will raise my concerns one last time. I was naive to stick with this district. But it was my decision alone, and this bloodline does not jump ship. 

Furious, he said what his father had been too polite to say:

WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKING USELESS LOSERS. NEW YORK USED TO BE A GOLIATH IN THE CRIME BUSINESS AND YOU SHITTERS TURNED IT INTO A FUCKING PLAYGROUND FILLED WITH LIMP TURDS. EVER HEARD OF THOSE THINGS CALLED AMBITION, HARD WORK, MERITOCRACY, LEADERSHIP, TACT OR RESPECT? I'M GLAD THEY KILLED YOU ALL, INCLUDING MY FATHER, HE WAS BUT A STAIN IN THE FAMILY BOOK FOR FOLLOWING AND TRYING TO HELP YOU SORT YOUR SHIT OUT INSTEAD OF TAKING HIS OWN LIFE.

I WILL MAKE SURE TO DISTANCE MYSELF AND TEACH MY DESCENDANTS TO AVOID YOUR INCOMPETENT LOWLIFE SONS AND DAUGHTERS. 

SAMMYGATO YOU WERE THE WORST OF THEM ALL. YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY KILLED THAT SHITHOLE OF A DISTRICT OVER NOTHING. AND TO TOP YOUR LIST OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS OFF, YOUR SONS DARE PRESENT THE INCOMPETENCE OF EVERY SINGLE FUCKER UNDER YOU AS AN EXCUSE FOR NOT ACTING EVEN AT THE VERY LAST OF MOMENTS. YOU NURTURED THAT INCOMPETENCE, YOU AND THE OTHER CAT SHITTERS.

SINCE YOU FUCKERS SEEM TO ATTRACT EACH OTHER, NEXT TIME I SEE A BUNCH OF RETARDS GIGGLING LIKE LITTLE GIRLS WHILE PATTING EACH OTHER ON THE BACK FOR A JOB NOT DONE, I WILL MAKE SURE TO STUFF A BOWL OF POISONED CAT FOOD DOWN YOUR THROATS.

Kangeroo steps back from the painting easel and grins. He looks at the picture nods in approval at what he had produced. He remembered the new guy who had moved intot he block and decides to give it to him as a welcome present. He walks down the hell and hangs the painting next to NYwasGoodOnce's door and walks back to his appartment.

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What a crock of shit. Pretty disappointing lecture.

I have to say that this is a load of shit to anyone reading this and I'm pretty sure that I don't have to say this so that people know. 

Whever you you were before, I'm sure not many people are sad off your passing if you have that shitty attitude every day. 

however, desecrating a name because you're salty really isn't fair.

to be honest, it looks that you were a huge reason that ny wasn't great according to you.

Let me say it was me who was tasked with taking out K_a_l_l and you are wrong that Sammy did not know his location because in under 2 mins of him mass mailing the crew i had his location and took a shot unfortunately i wackbacked and ended up in jail.

Sammy knew his location but i promised him i would take care of it and time after time i failed because my gun skill just was not up to the task and through a sense of foolish pride i continued taking shots at K_a_l_l despite knowing deep inside i lacked the skill to complete this job.

So if anyone is to blame for that it's me and i take full responsibility for it all Sammy did was entrust the job to one of his most loyal and trusted members which as far as i am aware is how we do things here.

My failure should not reflect back on him in any way shape or form so if you have an issue with how K_a_l_l was handled then you should be looking toward me but of course it's so much more easier to blame someone else for your own short comings if you were so smart you would still be alive not rotting at the bottom of the Hudson River.

If you have any other issue's message me directly instead of disrespecting our traditions and way of life.

-Wonkesh Knightsbane 

I must say that i found this person's speech highly amusing and that i wouldn't be surprised at all if what they said actually has truth to it.

It is no secret that New York was the weakest of all the populated cities. I am also not surprised that they were taken down, considering that most fence sitters (of which New York was highly known for) do not get to last very long in this thing of ours and to add insult to the wound, also not so brainy move of accusing Chicago of whom we all know is the strong city at the moment of putting a hit list on one of your members when it was infact one of YOUR own members and then to expect no retaliation is just stupid. 

My loyalty and service is to those who added fuel to my fire and stoked the flames, not those who just allowed it to burn. - Sammy Gato

Glad to see that it worked out perfectly for you.

well is it a smart move that when you are the weakest city to accuse the strong city of hitlisting?

and over 250k at that

come on now, you really cant tell me that was smart or brainy. 

*Sips some Duck Juice*

considering that most fence sitters (of which New York was highly known for) do not get to last very long in this thing of ours and to add insult to the wound

I don't know about that, if you listen to conversations being had around Eredin has made quite the successful go of things with that strategy. Keep in mind it is just that a "Strategy" some like it some don't but like all strategies - it too fails when someone stronger decides to enforce theirs.