New York City had a hell of a weekend. Crime, serious hard crime, was through the roof. A little taste:
The carnage began around sundown Friday on a hot summer’s night, and continued until the sun rose Saturday morning.
Across barely eight hours, at least seven New Yorkers were murdered and another 21 shot, stabbed or slashed across the city — with only three suspects arrested before the blood stopped flowing.
But all of this is not newsworthy (at least to this blog.) New Yawk City’s got plenty of rough weekends around her pudgy girth. What caught my attention is this comment:
These punks never would’ve committed the crimes had they not been all hyped up on sugar and caffeine from those 32 oz Big Gulps.
Of course, this is in response to Mayor Bloomberg’s latest trainwreck, a soda ban on drinks larger than 16 oz.