As the T closed down for the night on Christmas Eve, a man dressed as Santa Claus was walking through the subway tunnel. A cold wind blew outside as the snow was turning to rain in the Boston area. They'd originally predicted a foot of snow in the Boston/South Shore area, but the storm was coming over Boston instead of staying off the Cape, as it was originally predicted to do.
Johnny-not his real name-was looking for a man who'd raped and murdered his sister the previous night. The decedent was at South Station, waiting for the train back to Alewife. She was carrying a number of bags full of Christmas presents for the family. As the train was announced, 3 punks jumped her, beat her up, and threw her in front of an oncoming train before stealing all her presents. The girl was unable to get out of the way before it crossed over her, severely injuring her.
"Someone's under the train!" the distraught conductor shouted as the train came to a halt. Meanwhile, inside a passageway, 2 other punks-not related to the 3 involved-came onto the platform and waited. The station officials were unable to pull the suffering girl out from under the train, so it had to pull out of the station so that medical personnel could come to her attention.
As the train pulled out, the punks jumped onto the track and carried her into a nearby passageway. There they raped her and jumped on her before shooting her 3 times. Nobody found the murderers, but the corpse was fresh when it was found an hour later. Scores of stunned commuters reported the horrible incident to the T police, but they couldn't find her assailants.
Naturally, when Johnny was told of her death, he went ballistic. As his family was making funeral arrangements that afternoon, he stole a gun from a gun shop without being caught by anyone, then walked down the street and sneaked into a nearby costume shop. Once inside, he slipped into an old Santa suit and sneaked out without being noticed. Now, he was walking into the tunnel, looking for the five punks who'd killed his sister.
He found them sitting around a charcoal fire in a secret passageway. "Murderers!" he screamed as he shot over a dozen bullets into them, sending them sprawling into the fire that they'd prepared. Because he was wearing gloves, there would be no DNA to trace his act. He stuffed the gun into one of the punks he'd shot and took off into the night. As he emerged into the station, a T police officer shouted "Freeze!"
Without answering, Johnny sped out of the station and into the tunnel. The T cop ran after him and shouted, "Stop or I'll Shoot!" Dodging the bullets from the inspector's gun, Johnny ran down the tunnel and into Downtown Crossing, where a train was being detained for a schedule adjustment. Scrambling onto the platform, he ran into the train just as the conductor was saying, "Thank you for your patience; this Braintree bound train will be moving out." As the train sped out of the station, the cop, accompanied by two others, ran up to the platform only to see the train headed into the tunnel.
Backtracking into the tunnel, the inspectors saw blood flowing out of the dark room. Sneaking into the passageway, he and his comrades saw the three punks lying with gunshots all over them. The inspector called for an ambulance and more back-up. After about 5 minutes, one of the Boston City Hospital ambulances that were in the neighborhood came over to Park Street and went down into the Red Line tunnel. All 3 of the youths were pronounced dead at the scene by the EMTs who responded to his call.
"This is Inspector 227," the cop barked into his walkie talkie. "Everybody be on the lookout for a 25-year-old male. He's wanted for the murders of 3 men inside the tunnel between Park Street and Downtown Crossing. He is completely dangerous; he's dressed as Santa Claus. Be on the lookout and arrest him!"
Of course, by the time that the train got to North Quincy station, Johnny had gotten rid of the Santa suit and thrown it into a trash can before disappearing again into the night. At last, he thought, my sister can rest in peace. By the time he'd gotten home, everybody had gone to sleep.
To be continued....
Around 4 a.m., the door at Johnny's house was busted down by several Quincy Police and Transit Police officers. They found Johnny asleep and picked him up.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Johnny yelled.
"Let's go, asshole!" one of the Quincy cops shouted. "You're coming with us!"
"What did I do?" Johnny asked.
"You shot and killed 3 homeless guys in the subway tonight!" one of the T cops shouted.
"They deserved to die!" Johnny screamed. "They killed my sister! After they jumped her, they killed her!"
"Well, two wrongs don't make a...." the Quincy cop said when his parents came in.
"What seems to be the problem?" Johnny's father said.
"Your son shot and killed those 3 suspects we had in your daughters murder," the T cop said.
"What were you thinking, you stupid ass?" Johnny's father shouted.
"I had to kill them!" Johnny said.
"Take him away!" his father shouted, bursting into tears.
"Please, Dad!" Johnny screamed, his voice choked by sobbing.
"You broke the law!" Johnny's mother said. "You have to pay the price!"
"Let's go, dickhead!" the Quincy cop shouted as they dragged him outside.
"Mom! Dad!" Johnny was heard screaming.
"I don't ever want to see you, or speak to you, again, Johnny!" his father screamed. "Never, ever again!"
Both parents cried for over an hour. They cried themselves to sleep and awoke around 7 a.m.
"I never thought he'd try a thing like that," Johnny's father said.
"Why, Pat?" his mother asked. "Why would he do such a thing?"
"I guess it was the news that those punks had killed his sister that made him do it," his father said.
Eventually, he would charged with capital murder and convicted. However, because of the fact that they'd killed a cop earlier in the evening, he'd get out on appeal.
But-that's a story for another day.
To be continued....
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
ATTENTION, CUSTOMERS!
"Attention, Customers! Due to an earlier disabled train, as well as a switching problem at Harvard Square, we are experiencing severe delays in service. We regret any inconvenience this may cause. If you're late for work, however, we hope you get fired!"
"What the fuck does T management think they are?" one of the riders snarled on the platform at Wollaston station as the rain turned to ice, and then to snow, on a cold late November morning-the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, to be exact.
"I don't know what to tell ya," one of the passengers said as the Silver Bird train came into the station. The large crowd ran onto the train the minute the doors opened. Several people gave up their seats to allow the seniors and the pregnant ladies in the crowd to sit down. Many leaned against the door-a no no according to the T's rules-as it closed up. The train sped away.
At North Quincy Station, several dozen more people crushed into the train.
"Watch the doors, please!" the conductor shouted. "There's no more room on this train! There are several more trains behind us. Watch the doors; the doors will be closing."
"Stand by, please!" the station master on the platform shouted. "Stand by!"
The doors re-opened and the master said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this Boston bound train will be standing by for an undetermined time, owing to the earlier disabled train, and the ongoing signal problem in Harvard Square. We do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause!"
"That sucks!" the conductor on the train shouted. The train stood by for nearly 10 minutes while a few more people got packed into the train "like a can of sardines," as someone once said. This caused quite a few of them to finally get out and wait for the next train. After another 2 minutes, the station master said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for your patience. This Boston bound train will be moving out."
The train finally sped out of North Quincy Station on its way to Boston. Unfortunately, as it was half way over the bridge that spanned the Neponset River, it fell off the tracks and plunged into the cold river. People didn't have time to react before it hit the water. It sank within seconds, killing more than 300 passengers. Only about 40 or 50 made it out.
"Attention, customers!" the voice on the intercom said. "Due to a tragic accident on the bridge outside of North Quincy Station, the Braintree branch of the Red Line is closed indefinitely. Shuttle buses will be operating between JFK-UMass station and Braintree station. Those people wishing to assist in rescue and recovery operations please take the Red Line to JFK-UMass station, where you'll be shuttled to the site."
As it was to be discovered, several inches of ice had accumulated the minutes after the rain had turned to ice. This meant very slippery conditions on the track itself. Somehow, the train had hit an icepack and had gone off the track. Before anyone had time to react, they were toast.
Those who did escape suffered from hypothermia and had to be taken to area hospitals.
To be continued...
"What the fuck does T management think they are?" one of the riders snarled on the platform at Wollaston station as the rain turned to ice, and then to snow, on a cold late November morning-the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, to be exact.
"I don't know what to tell ya," one of the passengers said as the Silver Bird train came into the station. The large crowd ran onto the train the minute the doors opened. Several people gave up their seats to allow the seniors and the pregnant ladies in the crowd to sit down. Many leaned against the door-a no no according to the T's rules-as it closed up. The train sped away.
At North Quincy Station, several dozen more people crushed into the train.
"Watch the doors, please!" the conductor shouted. "There's no more room on this train! There are several more trains behind us. Watch the doors; the doors will be closing."
"Stand by, please!" the station master on the platform shouted. "Stand by!"
The doors re-opened and the master said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this Boston bound train will be standing by for an undetermined time, owing to the earlier disabled train, and the ongoing signal problem in Harvard Square. We do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause!"
"That sucks!" the conductor on the train shouted. The train stood by for nearly 10 minutes while a few more people got packed into the train "like a can of sardines," as someone once said. This caused quite a few of them to finally get out and wait for the next train. After another 2 minutes, the station master said, "Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for your patience. This Boston bound train will be moving out."
The train finally sped out of North Quincy Station on its way to Boston. Unfortunately, as it was half way over the bridge that spanned the Neponset River, it fell off the tracks and plunged into the cold river. People didn't have time to react before it hit the water. It sank within seconds, killing more than 300 passengers. Only about 40 or 50 made it out.
"Attention, customers!" the voice on the intercom said. "Due to a tragic accident on the bridge outside of North Quincy Station, the Braintree branch of the Red Line is closed indefinitely. Shuttle buses will be operating between JFK-UMass station and Braintree station. Those people wishing to assist in rescue and recovery operations please take the Red Line to JFK-UMass station, where you'll be shuttled to the site."
As it was to be discovered, several inches of ice had accumulated the minutes after the rain had turned to ice. This meant very slippery conditions on the track itself. Somehow, the train had hit an icepack and had gone off the track. Before anyone had time to react, they were toast.
Those who did escape suffered from hypothermia and had to be taken to area hospitals.
To be continued...
Monday, September 15, 2008
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN!
This past weekend, as Hurricane Ike was causing pain along the Texas coast, another tragic train accident occured with the same cause-the engineer texting a message on his cell phone(and getting killed in the process). This time, it was a Metroliner train in Los Angeles colliding with a freight train. Over 20 people are dead, hundreds are injured(many of them seriously), and millions of dollars in damage has resulted.
This really breaks my heart to say this: those in charge of trains have to keep their minds on what they're doing. If they're transporting cattle, freight or people, they can't spend time texting or talking on a cell phone. This past summer, we heard about a woman who was killed while driving a T trolley because she was chatting on a cell phone.
When you are driving or operating machinery, you have to think about the task you're doing at that moment. You don't have time to chat or text on your cell. That's for before or after you're doing your task, not while you're doing it. Because when you are distracted by what's on your phone, you could get yourself in trouble. And you could end up taking a lot of people with you either to the hospital or the grave.
Think about it, won't you?
This really breaks my heart to say this: those in charge of trains have to keep their minds on what they're doing. If they're transporting cattle, freight or people, they can't spend time texting or talking on a cell phone. This past summer, we heard about a woman who was killed while driving a T trolley because she was chatting on a cell phone.
When you are driving or operating machinery, you have to think about the task you're doing at that moment. You don't have time to chat or text on your cell. That's for before or after you're doing your task, not while you're doing it. Because when you are distracted by what's on your phone, you could get yourself in trouble. And you could end up taking a lot of people with you either to the hospital or the grave.
Think about it, won't you?
Friday, August 15, 2008
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE!
"If it's pity, we'll get some money! I'm just telling you facts! Pity? You don't want to be pitied...stay in your house!"
Jerry Lewis
"People with disabilities are proud citizens, not objects of pity! We will not stay in our houses!"
Protester of Jerry Lewis's telethon
Over 300 people had taken the commuter rail down to Plymouth to protest at the local events for the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon. Back in May, they'd heard Jerry Lewis putting down the disabled in his defense of the telethon. They wanted people to see them as they were-proud, tax-paying citizens who wanted equal access to what life had to offer, not objects of pity or sympathy. They'd been demeaned, and now it was time to speak up.
The skies were clear as a bell that day, as most September days are. A lot of people were spending their last weekend on the beach before heading home later in the day. And many of them were milling around the waterfront, where the telethon events were being held. Several stages of entertainment were planned, including the American Legion Band, the Tooting Tutsis, the Joshua Tree, and more.
The Tooting Tutsis(who were a bunch of kazoo players) led the people into the telethon area while the protesters set up their space across the street. One of the Tutsis hit a man with Down's Syndrome in the face. His mother kicked the lady in her butt, causing a fight to begin. Two Plymouth police officers intervened to break up the fight. Both combatants were arrested and taken to jail.
"Stop Treating Us With Pity!" "We Are Human Beings!" The crowd shouted as they watched a Mitsubishi Diamondvision Television set airing the telethon. The HD set had been donated by a local electronics retailer. Jerry was introducing a man who was suffering from Fredrick's Ataxia. He told the viewers that he was a "helpless victim" of his disease. Suddenly, the man pulled Jerry by his shirt tail and shouted, "I'm not a helpless victim, you fucking bastard!"
The crowd saw Jerry recoil as the man stood up and told him, "So what if I've got a neuromuscular disease? The important thing is, I'm still a very productive person! Let me tell you something. I've been elected to the Nevada State Senate, and I'm running for Governor of this state. I'm more productive in my chair than you are standing up..." Suddenly, Jerry buried his fist into the man's face, causing him to fall on his butt.
"Why didn't you just stay in your house?" Jerry shouted.
"Jerry, you're toast!" the man said, getting up and burying his foot into his groin section. Jerry collapsed onto his knees. Suddenly, everybody saw him wet his pants. Jerry got up and attacked the man, throwing him out of his wheelchair. It took several people to restrain the two, but the TV went to a "Please Stand By" slide. The people at the harbor front watched in horror as they went back to Chet Curtis slapping Natalie Jacobsen during the local segment.
"You shouldn't have burnt that dinner!" Chet shouted.
"You fuckin' wanted that steak..." Natalie screamed. Meanwhile, all the people at the phone bank sat there and cheering them on. The screen went blank as someone threw a rock right into the giant TV.
"Yes, sir," one of the protesters said. "Looks like New England's Newscenter Five made a mistake in getting those 2 jerks back together. They are such a bitchy couple."
"You can say that again," another protester said. "That guy's made over $2 billion to "help" his kids, but where does that money actualy go?"
"I'll tell ya," the first protester replied. "It all goes to overhead and paying off the executive staff."
"I'll bet ya Jerry takes a cut of the profits himself," the other protester said. "I wonder where he gets his toys at."
As the Legion Bud Band performed the "Washington Post" march on the main stage, a group of Neo-Nazis marched up the aisle shouting "Sieg Heil!" One of the members in the crowd threw a bottle into the leader, causing him to collapse on the ground. Two of the Neo-Nazis jumped on the man and beat the stuffings out of him before he pulled a gun and shot the two of them in the face.
"FREEZE! POLICE!" shouted one of Plymouth's finest.
Seeing the cops, the man surrendered saying, "I had to do it, sir. Those fucking Nazi scumbags were beating me up!"
"That's no excuse!" the cop said, snapping the cuffs on him. "If they die, you'll get the chair for this!"
"Well, bring it on!" the man said. "The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi!"
The crowd were stunned at this. One of the spectators burst into tears while one of the band members threw up on the dead Neo-Nazi. The concert was cancelled and the band was forced to get off the stage. Meanwhile, the TV announced that Chet had been arrested for beating up on Natalie.
As the Neo-Nazis walked away in mourning, some of the band members went after them and started kicking them around...
END OF PART ONE! PART 2 WILL BE COMING!
Jerry Lewis
"People with disabilities are proud citizens, not objects of pity! We will not stay in our houses!"
Protester of Jerry Lewis's telethon
Over 300 people had taken the commuter rail down to Plymouth to protest at the local events for the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon. Back in May, they'd heard Jerry Lewis putting down the disabled in his defense of the telethon. They wanted people to see them as they were-proud, tax-paying citizens who wanted equal access to what life had to offer, not objects of pity or sympathy. They'd been demeaned, and now it was time to speak up.
The skies were clear as a bell that day, as most September days are. A lot of people were spending their last weekend on the beach before heading home later in the day. And many of them were milling around the waterfront, where the telethon events were being held. Several stages of entertainment were planned, including the American Legion Band, the Tooting Tutsis, the Joshua Tree, and more.
The Tooting Tutsis(who were a bunch of kazoo players) led the people into the telethon area while the protesters set up their space across the street. One of the Tutsis hit a man with Down's Syndrome in the face. His mother kicked the lady in her butt, causing a fight to begin. Two Plymouth police officers intervened to break up the fight. Both combatants were arrested and taken to jail.
"Stop Treating Us With Pity!" "We Are Human Beings!" The crowd shouted as they watched a Mitsubishi Diamondvision Television set airing the telethon. The HD set had been donated by a local electronics retailer. Jerry was introducing a man who was suffering from Fredrick's Ataxia. He told the viewers that he was a "helpless victim" of his disease. Suddenly, the man pulled Jerry by his shirt tail and shouted, "I'm not a helpless victim, you fucking bastard!"
The crowd saw Jerry recoil as the man stood up and told him, "So what if I've got a neuromuscular disease? The important thing is, I'm still a very productive person! Let me tell you something. I've been elected to the Nevada State Senate, and I'm running for Governor of this state. I'm more productive in my chair than you are standing up..." Suddenly, Jerry buried his fist into the man's face, causing him to fall on his butt.
"Why didn't you just stay in your house?" Jerry shouted.
"Jerry, you're toast!" the man said, getting up and burying his foot into his groin section. Jerry collapsed onto his knees. Suddenly, everybody saw him wet his pants. Jerry got up and attacked the man, throwing him out of his wheelchair. It took several people to restrain the two, but the TV went to a "Please Stand By" slide. The people at the harbor front watched in horror as they went back to Chet Curtis slapping Natalie Jacobsen during the local segment.
"You shouldn't have burnt that dinner!" Chet shouted.
"You fuckin' wanted that steak..." Natalie screamed. Meanwhile, all the people at the phone bank sat there and cheering them on. The screen went blank as someone threw a rock right into the giant TV.
"Yes, sir," one of the protesters said. "Looks like New England's Newscenter Five made a mistake in getting those 2 jerks back together. They are such a bitchy couple."
"You can say that again," another protester said. "That guy's made over $2 billion to "help" his kids, but where does that money actualy go?"
"I'll tell ya," the first protester replied. "It all goes to overhead and paying off the executive staff."
"I'll bet ya Jerry takes a cut of the profits himself," the other protester said. "I wonder where he gets his toys at."
As the Legion Bud Band performed the "Washington Post" march on the main stage, a group of Neo-Nazis marched up the aisle shouting "Sieg Heil!" One of the members in the crowd threw a bottle into the leader, causing him to collapse on the ground. Two of the Neo-Nazis jumped on the man and beat the stuffings out of him before he pulled a gun and shot the two of them in the face.
"FREEZE! POLICE!" shouted one of Plymouth's finest.
Seeing the cops, the man surrendered saying, "I had to do it, sir. Those fucking Nazi scumbags were beating me up!"
"That's no excuse!" the cop said, snapping the cuffs on him. "If they die, you'll get the chair for this!"
"Well, bring it on!" the man said. "The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi!"
The crowd were stunned at this. One of the spectators burst into tears while one of the band members threw up on the dead Neo-Nazi. The concert was cancelled and the band was forced to get off the stage. Meanwhile, the TV announced that Chet had been arrested for beating up on Natalie.
As the Neo-Nazis walked away in mourning, some of the band members went after them and started kicking them around...
END OF PART ONE! PART 2 WILL BE COMING!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
MY TAKE ON THE ACCIDENT!
As you know, last week there was a tragic accident on the T's Green Line. I watched the news last Thursday when they showed the scene of the accident in Chestnut Hill. The paramedics did their best to help that T conductor, but when they announced she died, it broke my heart.
But when I heard that she'd been on her cell phone at the time of the accident, I couldn't believe the news! She was chatting on her cell and endangering the lives of her passengers. Also, she was speeding at nearly 40 m.p.h. (65 km/h) at a zone when she was supposed to drive the train at 10 m.p.h. (16 km/h).
This is what happens when people use their cell phones when they're behind the wheel. They don't pay attention to what's going on, and they either kill themselves or their passengers(or seriously injure them). Of course, we can't judge a person by his or her mistakes; only God can do that.
I think the time has come for anyone who has a cell phone to consider getting a hands-free device when they're driving; better yet, they should stay off the line until they get home. We have to avoid accidents as best as we can, and if it means not getting on the phone, then so be it. The safety of others supercedes one's wish to gossip on the line.
It's something to think about....
But when I heard that she'd been on her cell phone at the time of the accident, I couldn't believe the news! She was chatting on her cell and endangering the lives of her passengers. Also, she was speeding at nearly 40 m.p.h. (65 km/h) at a zone when she was supposed to drive the train at 10 m.p.h. (16 km/h).
This is what happens when people use their cell phones when they're behind the wheel. They don't pay attention to what's going on, and they either kill themselves or their passengers(or seriously injure them). Of course, we can't judge a person by his or her mistakes; only God can do that.
I think the time has come for anyone who has a cell phone to consider getting a hands-free device when they're driving; better yet, they should stay off the line until they get home. We have to avoid accidents as best as we can, and if it means not getting on the phone, then so be it. The safety of others supercedes one's wish to gossip on the line.
It's something to think about....
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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