[the stupid Edit button doesn't show up at the bottom when I try to correct the above post. Oh well.]

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Kevin 'Ritchie Poo' Tyndale>: - He reportedly opened the door crying and pleading for his life. As the first light of day reportedly settled on his clothes, sources present for the take-down said the man was so frighten and surprised that "he wet his pants."

Ricardo 'Jah Jah' Gordon>: - Thinking he would have been killed, he reportedly dropped to his knees and begged the lawmen to spare him. When he was pulled to his feet, it was discovered that he, too, had wet his pants.

He! He! He! Dem ya bad man a suppen else, de feget "Do unto others as you would have them do unto me". Sauce fe de goose is not sauce fe de gander when it comes to them. Still pickneys to rhatid.

Some time in the late eighties to early nineties a (white) Harvard grad student by the name of Laurie Gunst did her thesis on gang runnings in Ja; she spent some time at UWI-Mona and befriended some Corporate Area gang members (I really suspect more than just "befriended" in some cases) and told their story in a book named something like "Born fe Dead". It was good and interesting reading through and through. But what I want to tell here is the similarity of a comment from a New York detective who pointed out that when these gangsters were caught they seemingly always cried and asked for their mothers.

They never made the transition to adulthood; mere boys trapped in men's bodies.

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