yust da noimal skum awf da spacewayz kinda fokes". taint no wan he-yere we needa warry 'bout.
"zee any wan we god poblems wiff, POOKY" DRAG asked as the bartender walked away. POOKYFLIKKAH, who had his elbows on the bar watching the DIDDI-BOP DANCERS, other patrons and employees with his piggy red eyes said in a very loud voice over his shoulder, "BE NOICE, ANNA GIVE DA JOIK HIS CONES,ĭRAGNATZ dug in his pouch then plopped down the creds, watched CHEW- GUMMAH scoop them up and go for the drinks. The barkeep just stood there, waiting to see the color of DA BOYZ dosh before he served them. "Gimme bubba anna me ah big, frosty, bear, wiff da shotz awf dat formidle hide, and ah shotz awf dat Ole ADAM BUM stoffz", growled DRAGNATZ as he leaned on the bar, shoving his not so handsome, scarred green pan up close to CHEWGUMMAH's and showing of his on set of respectable fangs. "Wot ken i get fer youse?" rumbled CHEWGUMMAH, the even larger WOOKIE bartender in rough and tumble TRADE SPEAK, eyeiing the pair and showing his fangs in a friendly fashion. when DA BOYZ arrived at the bar, the sentients there made ample room for them without fuss. spinning, squirming, thrashing, flailling, hopping, jumping HE/SHE/IT DIDDI-BOP DANCERS hastily made a path for DA BOYZ, space that closed behind them without a protest (not many sentients, even sentients hanging at a place like STARVIN MARVIN'S, have any desire to contest the right of way with a pair 7-ft tall, 300 pound boyz). DA BOYZ moved toward the bar on the farside of the room, jostling through the floor jammed with DIDDI-BOP DANCERS, instead ofĪround it. pausing just inside the door, DA BOYZ' beady red eyes swept the interior, piercing the gloom and blue green haze, sizing up potential threats, seeking friends, potential allies, and noting other patrons, or employees of interest. Our tourists deserve better.DRAGNATZ and POOKYFLIKKAH, both big, lean, green fighting machines, squig-doos worn in the latest topknot look, wearing tastefully loud, but lifeworn " dudz" and toting enough serious firepower to give HULK HOGAN a hernia, strolled into STARVIN MARVIN'S like they owned the place. So I say to City Council: Figure this out. Follow the simple rules of society or suffer the consequences. If you are a criminal I couldn’t care less what you think. If you aren’t a criminal you should welcome additional officers. Question: Who doesn’t like to see police officers walking the streets and patrolling the neighborhoods? There will be some naysayers that want less police presence, but to them I ask this: How can we justify this reduction to local law enforcement while approving continued growth? We can’t. That is a reduction of 20 percent! Yes, 20 percent!Īs our city is flourishing, our law enforcement ranks are shrinking. Flash forward to today and you see a roster of 58. In 2009 the Saratoga Springs Police Department had a total of 72 patrolmen. But I think there is a simpler solution that we can begin working on immediately: get more boots on the ground. There are a lot of theories related to the causes of crime such as: the economy, mental illness and drug addiction, which definitely do correlate to crime rates. So what do we do to combat the crime issue while embracing our vibrant and robust status as a year-round tourist destination as well as a technology hub? Or call the good people of Detroit and see what they have to say about growth I imagine they would respond with a resounding “Bring it on.” I personally consider myself very blessed to be a business owner in such a vibrant region. Take a weekend drive across the center of the state where there has been negative growth and you will find poverty, crime and boarded up business fronts.
So is growth a bad thing? Absolutely not. Add to this the substantial growth in our surrounding areas such as Malta and Wilton, and you have the potential for the perfect storm.
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