Come on, folk. This is the ME! Gimme the full ME package of group rage, group worry, shouts of "my land!", death, bodies scattered about, and vows of vengeance.

together, book a stadium, sell tickets, hand out knives and let these people solve thier problems their way! Every-body's better off. The dearly departed no longer care what happens, the survivors have martyrs to mourn and the victors can crow about their honor and prowess. And, best of all the mess is cleaned up by the proceeds of the ticket sales and the tax payer is out nothing.

but don't want to pay the ticket !

BTW Its Detroit that in has the worst drive by shotting record these days!

for about 10 years, in the 90s,right in the middle of it ( Wicker Park area) and remember it as it really was. True, Detroit & Gary always held a heavy rep, but Chicago was grim enough at times. When I lived there, there was a constant daily parade of gangsta knuckleheads moving up & down the streets, on foot or car, looking for someone to mess with, or shoot down. Hell, I remember walking to the subway one evening, less than a block away from my place, and getting caught in the middle of a drive-by wearing a damn tuxedo. I tell ye true when I say there was not one night I can recall where I did not lie in bed at night and not hear gunfire at least a few times before I went to sleep. When the sun went down on the weekends, there was gunfire all night long. I also do not forget the time I was walking home in my neighborhood about midday, and some SOB jumped at me with one of those long kitchen knives, and with a police station within view a block away. Now, I'm a big Irish lad, with plenty of muscle, and can swing it in gear if I have to, but I was always on my guard every day, and never forgot for a moment how easy it was wind up in a situation, literally out of the blue, where others would swing the knives & pistols out. The years I spent in that city were the only time in my life where I seriously debated packing a piece. Overall, I enjoyed Chicago in that I did some interesting things, liked my housing, ate like a king, had some good friends, and knew my share of ladies, but man, you always had to watch your step in the Chi, and if you are from there, you know I do not exaggerate.