27 Apr 21
“Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
Ya gotta understand:
It’s just our bringin’ upke
That gets us outta hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses, natcherly we’re punks.
Ya gotta understand:
It’s just our bringin’ upke
That gets us outta hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses, natcherly we’re punks.
Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset;
We never had the love that ev’ry child oughta get.
We ain’t no delinquents,
We’re misunderstood.
We never had the love that ev’ry child oughta get.
We ain’t no delinquents,
We’re misunderstood.
Deep down inside us there is good!
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good.
Like inside, the worse of us is good.
There is untapped good.
Like inside, the worse of us is good.
Just tell it to the Judge.
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor,
My parents treat me rough.
With all their marijuana,
They won’t give me a puff.
They didn’t wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin’ lizards, that’s what I’m so bad!
My parents treat me rough.
With all their marijuana,
They won’t give me a puff.
They didn’t wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin’ lizards, that’s what I’m so bad!
Officer Krupke, you’re really a square.
This boy don’t need a judge, he needs an analyst’s care!
It’s just his neurosis that oughta be curbed.
He’s psychologically disturbed!
This boy don’t need a judge, he needs an analyst’s care!
It’s just his neurosis that oughta be curbed.
He’s psychologically disturbed!
We’re disturbed, we’re disturbed,
We’re the most disturbed,
Like we’re psychologically disturbed.
We’re the most disturbed,
Like we’re psychologically disturbed.
Hear ye, Her ye! In the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he ain’t had a normal home.
Hey, I’m depraved on account I’m deprived!
So take him to a headshrinker.
My Daddy beats my Mommy,
My Mommy clobbers me,
My Grandpa is a Commie,
My Grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears a mustache,
My brother wears a dress.
Goodness gracious, that’s why I’m a mess!
My Mommy clobbers me,
My Grandpa is a Commie,
My Grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears a mustache,
My brother wears a dress.
Goodness gracious, that’s why I’m a mess!
Officer Krupke, he shouldn’t be here.
This boy don’t need a couch, he needs a useful career.
Society’s played him a terrible trick,
And sociologically he’s sick!
This boy don’t need a couch, he needs a useful career.
Society’s played him a terrible trick,
And sociologically he’s sick!
We are sick, we are sick,
We are sick, sick, sick,
Like we’re sociologically sick!
We are sick, sick, sick,
Like we’re sociologically sick!
In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all.
Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.
Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.
So take him to a social worker!
Dear kindly social worker,
They tell me get a job,
Like be a soda jerker,
Which means like be a slob.
It’s not I’m anti-social,
I’m only anti-work.
Gloryosky, that’s why I’m a jerk!
They tell me get a job,
Like be a soda jerker,
Which means like be a slob.
It’s not I’m anti-social,
I’m only anti-work.
Gloryosky, that’s why I’m a jerk!
Officer Krupke, you’ve done it again.
This boy don’t need a job, he needs a year in the pen!
It ain’t just a question of misunderstood—
Deep down inside, he’s no good!
This boy don’t need a job, he needs a year in the pen!
It ain’t just a question of misunderstood—
Deep down inside, he’s no good!
We’re no good, we’re no good!
We’re no earthly good,
Like the best of us is no damn good!
We’re no earthly good,
Like the best of us is no damn good!
The trouble is he’s lazy.
The trouble is he drinks
The trouble is he’s crazy.
The trouble is he stinks.
The trouble is he’s growing.
The trouble is he’s grown.
The trouble is he drinks
The trouble is he’s crazy.
The trouble is he stinks.
The trouble is he’s growing.
The trouble is he’s grown.
Krupke, we got troubles of our own!
Gee, Officer Krupke,
We’re down on our knees.
‘Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease.
Gee, Officer Krupke,
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke,
Krup you!”
We’re down on our knees.
‘Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease.
Gee, Officer Krupke,
What are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke,
Krup you!”
From the 1961 feature film, “West Side Story,” staring Natalie Wood, Richard Beymer, and George Chakiris. Sung by members of the “Jets” Music by Leonard Bernstein. Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
Even sixty years ago, NYC’s “justice system” was laughable, as the foregoing satirical verse so sarcastically illustrates.
But at least back then we had jails.
Not any more!
Today, there is virtually no penalty for criminal behavior. Violent criminals are emboldened as never before! In NY, arrestees for nearly any violent felony, are released immediately. The can be re-arrested when they don’t show-up for court, but they’re immediately released again!
Violent crime in NYC is predictably at levels never seen, as it also is in Chicago, SF, LA, and any number of other Democrat-controlled cities.
In “response,” NYC City Council has just voted to close the city’s main jail at Rikers Island, so they’ll be no place to put arrestees anyway!
Here is a symptom:
Yesterday, an NYPD detective in Queens was standing on a downtown sidewalk in the middle of the day, notebook in hand, investigating a burglary scene.
Surveillance video clearly shows a man come up behind the officer and then wind-up and strike him on the side of the head with a stick.
The officer immediately drops to his knees in obvious severe pain!
The single perpetrator, still holding two sticks, slowly backs away. He doesn’t even run, until he discovers he is being chased by another officer. Even then, he doesn’t run particularly fast!
He obviously knows he’ll be “arrested” on the spot, but he also knows officers won’t shoot him, even when he threatens them with his stick(s), and he is obviously confident he’ll be released immediately!
So, he is smugly self-assured that he’ll suffer no penalty, short nor long-term, for precipitously attacking and injuring this police officer (nor anyone else for that matter).
This is why seasoned, experienced police officers and resigning/retiring in hordes. They know they’re hated, and that leftist politicians earnestly wish they every ill imaginable!
Every day, we’re thus losing (forever) thousands of years of valuable police experience and know-how, while recruiting new officers is extremely difficult, particularly when city council members have said, out loud, that the goal is to eliminate them all!
It’s a sure recipe for anarchy and chaos, as we see!
And, it’s anarchy and chaos that we can all look forward too, ready or not!
/John
