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The Unbelievable Reality of Comedy, Tragedy & Karma's Revenge
The Revolution will Sure as shit be Fucking Televised!!!

So, here I am .. writing on Suicidegirls. Bored out of my fucking mind. Tired as shit, but my mind is wide awake. A day off from work with nothing to do. Is that sad? I do believe it is. Well, this week has been pretty eventful. A week starting with 3 bar fights including one of the most violent cat fights I have ever had the chance to bare witness too. Ending in 4 people dead and two Police officers wounded in the hospital. Let me explain to you the divine comedy of this fight in particular, then I will explain the story behind recently deceased.

The Night, The Fight & The Woman in White
A Tale of Divine Comedy & Shell Breaking.

... Ok, so where to begin? Ahh yes .. every tale must start at the beginning. Well, Friday night a friend of mine was Spinning at this little hole in the wall in town and called me to come over to mix things up a bit. At first I was a little sketchy about going (Cancerian Curse: Likes to stay at home and enjoy being Demestic). After some heavy persuading and a lot of thinking, I decided ... What the hell! Could be fun! So I invited a friend of mine from work (Eternityx) to take part in the festivities. He was more sketchy about going than I was. But I figured If I had to break out of my sweltering solitude, I was not going alone. So with even more persuading I finally got a Partner in crime for the night.

.... I made it to the bar pretty early (10:00) and just hung out with my DJ friend and enjoyed a cold beer and a shot of Tequila (Jose of course) as I awaited EternityX. For the longest time I swore he was going to wimp out. Although, to my surprise he made it there in one piece. So here we sat, observing the crowd dancing in their drunken glory. I made it a point to spread the SG love .. damn near tagging everything that came through the door with an SG sticker. My plan was to rock out some new VNV Nation to help promote a few things. Unfortunately alcohol effects some people differently, and I do believe there were a few folks that maybe had a tad to much.

..... I was had been standing all day and all night, and finally after about 15 hours of doing so I decided to take a seat. It felt like heaven .... Until ... Hell took over. I looked up to see My DJ friend caught up in a battle of screaming wits with a drunken asshole. Well, out of nowhere my Bar-Bouncer instincts kicked in again. I jumped to my feet and stared this silly nutcake down to the ground. All was well, I was turning around to head back to my seat .. when out of nowhere this crazy woman knocked me over and ran up behind this girl (who was sitting right next to EternityX) and yanked this heffer's blond hair by her black roots down to the ground, where she began to give her a beating Ike Turner would be jealous of. With every second passing by this woman's face looked more and more like a can of old spam. It took myself, and 5 others to pull this rock hard beast from the now pulverized woman that uncomfortably rested under Beast-Girls fists. After we sat down again to continue our drinking I noticed that the once "Antisocial" E.X. was now a bottle of fucking happy sauce. Not only was he shit-faced drunk .. he was smiling at all the craziness. For every punch that was thrown .. EX took another gulp of his beer. Well, if this was not enough another fight broke out .. even bigger than the last. This time I followed in EX's footsteps and just observed as I drank more. After that fight had ended .. the grand finally of all Bar fights broke out, Equipped with death threats, broken bottles, TV hurling and pissed off bartenders. Holy Shit! By this time I was pretty buzzed, spending my night pushing off women that wanted to rape me, watching fights and making fun of E.X. So we called it a night ... but as we left I bumped into some friends of mine. One of my friends stopped me and say's, "So I hear my mother was in here" I looked at him trying to figure out who his mother was .. then he points. Sure enough "Beast-Girl" AKA "Tyson" AKA the "Big-Heffer-That-Took-5-People-To-Remove-From-Spam-Face-Girl" was his mother. After hearing this I need to drink more. So I did. Not much more interesting stuff to talk about so I will move on to the tragedy of the week. I almost went to the Bar listed below that night. Something told me not too. Glad I didn't.



Four dead and three hurt after bar shooting and standoff
This took place walking distance from my once quit neighborhood.

GALLOWAY TOWNSHIP Two shotgun blasts jolted Pomona Campground visitor John Kaufman and some of his neighbors awake shortly after 8 a.m. Monday. But it was the sound the 31-year-old Voorhees man heard next that he'll probably never forget.

"Shots fired! Officers down!" came cries from police as Kaufman and others ran to their trailer windows.

Two detectives lay bloodied by one blast that ripped through one detective's face and went on to hit the other in the neck. About five other police officers aimed guns on the nearby trailer of 50-year-old plumber Gary Heiland, a Pleasantville native and deer hunter who liked to wear camouflage emblazoned with fake military insignia but seemed harmless even to campground regulars who knew about his extensive gun collection.

On Monday, they learned they were wrong.

"Don't make it worse on yourself!" Kaufman hear police yell next. "Let us get our guys out!"

The campground shooting marked the 10th hour of a rampage that began when Heiland pulled out a knife and a pistol and shot one man and stabbed another at nearby Kennedy's pub on Route 30 about 10 p.m. Sunday.

When it was over, four people were dead, including Heiland. But as the sun went down Monday and police believed the threat was over, investigators entered Heiland's trailer to recover his body and those of two others only to discover that what appeared to be a bomb had been rigged under one of the dead.

Atlantic County Prosecutor Jeffrey S. Blitz later said that a bomb squad responded but "could not identify a bomb." They did find two shotguns next to one man's body, he said.

As police re-evacuated the area, Atlantic City Police Department Detective Joe McFadden, a homicide investigator and 23-year law-enforcement veteran assigned to the county's Major Crimes Unit, continued to fight for his life at a Camden hospital Monday night after sustaining a shotgun blast to his face and undergoing surgery.

The detective's wife, who works in Atlantic City's emergency dispatch center, sat vigil at the hospital along with the couple's four children and high-ranking police officials as Dr. Christopher Olivia, Cooper Health System's president, described the detective's condition as critical but stable.

At the same time, a Galloway Diner employee named Victor Manuel Alvarez Perez, whom the suspect stabbed at the pub Sunday, remained in critical condition at a local hospital.

But Perez's friend, 23-year-old Martin Duran Roman, another Galloway Diner employee, died of a gunshot wound to the head Monday afternoon from an injury he suffered after Heiland opened fire in the pub Sunday. Township Police Detective Ken Buck, a six-year police veteran whom Heiland shot in the neck at the campground, was treated and released from Atlantic City Medical Center's City Division.

Among the dead Monday were an unidentified man and woman it's believed Heiland held hostage in the trailer after firing out his trailer window.

Blitz, the county prosecutor, said a team of officers led by the State Police entered the trailer at 2:33 p.m., an hour after authorities sent in a robot armed with a camera to survey the scene. Authorities also threw a phone inside to try to establish contact with the suspect, but were unsuccessful throughout the standoff. Police did not fire any gunshots after the officers were struck, the prosecutor said.

The suspect opened fire through his trailer window after seven police officers approached to question him in connection with the bar shooting and stabbing. One hostage was said to be Heilands girlfriend, who waitresses three days a week at the Pomona Diner, which is next to the pub.

Pub owner Jim Connelly was sleeping in his apartment above Kennedys Sunday night when he awoke to the sound of gunfire and ran downstairs as the handful of bar regulars took cover.

One bloodied man lay on the floor; another under a pool table.

According to witness accounts, Heiland - who was wearing a beret - walked into the pub with a woman minutes before and calmly ordered a Seven-and-Seven while tapping a knife on the bar and asking for change of a $20. What precipitated his violent attack wasnt clear Monday; although some familiar with the police investigation said it was suggested that he may have been set off by an incident involving an ex-wife.

Before the shooting was over, even the pubs toilet bowl had been shot up. The bartender, who barricaded herself behind a door, called 911 in the middle of the fracas. Then she tended to Roman, who appeared to have been shot in the left temple.

There was a big pool of blood, Connelly said Monday, She was trying to hold it with a towel.
By the time police arrived, Heiland had vanished. It was the sharp description witnesses gave that led police to the campground Monday.

Campground Manager Steven Hauschild pointed police toward Heilands trailer, describing his dark green Dodge Shadow, after officers came to his door at about 8 a.m. and gave what he said was a dead-on description of the man.

His father, campground owner Bob Hauschild, said Heiland had been living on the grounds of the 100-lot site for about a year and mixed well with other campers, despite a quirky habit of wearing military-type clothing.

At our Labor Day picnic he was all in camouflage and I nicknamed him Rambo, the campground owner said, adding that Heiland seemed like the kind of guy whos give you the shirt off his back, but who recently had been ill.

Heiland was admitted to the hospital for internal bleeding for two four- or five-day stints over the summer, and wasnt supposed to drink alcohol, which apparently aggravated his condition, Bob Hauschild said.

But his demeanor was nothing but pleasant, according to others who knew him around the campground, even some who had seen his vast collection of weapons, which included at least a dozen different guns of all types, a bow-and-arrow, and a homemade shotgun.

He wore a holster on his hip, normally with nothing in it, said campground resident Joe Carey, 28, who saw Heilands guns in a glass-encased cabinet in the mans trailer. I thought it was just a show. He never struck me as a military type. I thought he was a wannabe.

But if Heiland, who grew up on Mulberry Avenue in Pleasantville in a house his family has lived in for decades and attended Pleasantville High School, had planned out bloody rampage before it began, he did so even as he showed off what one acquaintance called his pipe shotgun.

Campground resident Bob Strayhall, who had visited shooting ranges with Heiland in the past, said Heiland, whom he called a dead shot showed him the homemade device last Saturday. It had a simple firing mechanism and a foot-long, 12-gauge barrel. Heiland didnt demonstrate the gun by firing it, but showed how it could be loaded with buckshot, Strayhall said Monday, as police instituted a lockdown in the immediate area, keeping 50 residents inside a nearby trailer park and scores of children inside a nearby parochial school.

When he showed it to me, Strayhall said of the pipe shotgun, I just about fainted.



On that note.......

Seeya Later Chickens

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