Many of you remember and saw the 'Rocky' movies, which had their base in Kensington, and where our hero, Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone) was a scuffling fighter, who worked as a 'collection man' or 'head breaker' for bookies in order to keep a roof over his head and food on the table. Rocky, however, had the heart of a lion and a heart of gold, and with help from friends and sometimes fickle fate, overcame his situation and became world champ. It was a fictional 'tear jerker' that pulled out all the stops.
Real life in Kensington today is more and we don't have any 'Rocky Balboas' around. Instead we have sociopathic killers like the 'Kensington Strangler', a human piece of shit who used to take money from vulnerable girls who liked to do heroin, made like he was going to 'cop' for them, then pocket the money, come back to their house, rape and murder them, and then dump the bodies in a vacant lot.
The body of Nicole Piacentini (left) was discovered on November 13. Right, a composite sketch of the suspect. (Photos: NBC 10; Philadelphia Police Department)
Heroin is a very big problem in Kensington, but worse than that is the misery and hopelessness that fuels the trade. Heroin trade used to be run by Puerto Ricans in Philly, but now Dominicans run it, and launder money through a plethora of 'Mom & pop' groceries, or bodegas that they have taken over during the last decade. They are quite well organized, they pay city taxes through their groceries, and operate with the approval of city authorities.
In Philadelphia, I have first hand knowledge of the situation, just from living in various 'hoods',and even wrote a long letter to a reporter from local newspaper giving him the story. He was not interested, as the Dominicans work with cops and city officials who will not move on this because the stores pay tax into a shriveling tax base.
Now, the Dominicans who run the stores themselves are mostly poor 'campesino' types who work very long hours, keep clean store. But, they all under Dominican mob, and do what mob say, so if a shipment come in, they let them use the store as drop off...Shipment comes packed with food items, like case of Goya canned goods...Cops don't bother them because they don't let dealers operate out of stores.
If store owner makes store profitable, or co-operates with right people, he can get 'points' in store ownership...But you will notice that these stores change their names every 10 months to year, the mob move people in and out.
Mob is called 'United States Owners Bodega Federation'.
Now, look here, to see how mob has much power on 'spin':..
Bodega raids will be fully probed, Ramsey assures Dominican community
June 17, 2009|By BARBARA LAKER & WENDY RUDERMAN, firstname.lastname@example.org
Prompted by reports that a group of narcotics officers took thousands in cash and merchandise from mom-and-pop stores during raids, Police Commissioner Charles Ramsey last night assured Dominican community leaders and merchants that he will stand tough against misconduct.
"Corruption of any kind will not be tolerated in this department, period," Ramsey said. "And those who engage in it are going to face charges both from the department as well as criminal charges." (Unless you are a city official or police commissioner...Frank D.)
Immediately, loud applause broke out in the crowd at the Hunting Park church.
"That's the language the community needed to hear," Danilo Burgos, president of the city's 300-member Dominican Grocers Association, said after the meeting.
What happen here is this: Police know bodegas are used for heroin and cocaine...Cops, especially Euro-American (White) cops get frustrated because Blacks running city and police let this go on, so they say 'Well, give me some, too'...But also, the cops mete out 'vigilante justice'...Remember, street cops just cannon fodder...Not too smart, but this is the reality.
Of course, not all of the Dominicans who operate or work in the stores are directly involved in the trade, but what we are dealing with here is a system, a 'Beast'. You want to buy groceries in many 'hoods', you're only choice is these bodegas. Other ethnic Americans abandoned the 'mom & pop' grocery business long ago.
The real 'Beast' that plagues Kensington is the collapse and uprooting of the manufacturing and blue collar jobs that once lined Allegheny Avenue, once the thriving backbone of North Philadelphia's blue collar economy. At one end of Allegheny Avenue, in the East Falls section, you used to have the Budd Company, which built rail cars, trolleys and heavy machinery associated with the transport industry, along with Tastycake, the company that makes the famous Philadelphia snack cakes, pies and cookies. You had Philco, which made every type of appliance from washing machines to TV sets, and you had a plethora of mills/clothing factories that made sweaters, slacks, coats and clothing for the world.
At the other end of Allegheny Avenue, in Port Richmond, you had the busy Port of Philadelphia, which transported these products nation and world wide. Now, for the most part, all of this is gone.
Replacing it you have 'social service organizations' for the unemployed, homeless and damaged. You have cheap Chinese take out joints, dollar stores and, on what used to be an avenue of churches, you find struggling congregations desperate to rent out their facilities to whomever they can find.
It is a sad sight to see the numbers of men who have given up, and spend their days in a stupor of drugs or alcohol, and to see the pregnant young girls, sometimes already pushing another young one in a stroller, actually trying to hustle their bodies, or making their way to the welfare office to make sure their paper are in order so they can collect their check. Marriage is definitely a dying form of social unit with these lost souls.
Whereas in Kensington in the past the going was always a bit rough, you had the glue of family and the church to k\help keep things together. And the faces were White: ethnic Irish, Poles, Germans, Italians who shared, for the most part, a common culture that respected the family and feared God.
Now, the faces are Brown, Black and Yellow, and the only common denominator is the desire to purchase cheap consumer goods like cell phones, and to hustle money wherever it can be found.
This is the general reality, the beast from the Prole's eye view. But, before we abandon all hope, let it be said that some of the churches are still strong, some of the social workers do actually care, and, amazingly, the lessons from the Gospel still reach more than a handful.
As they say in AA & NA (Narcotics Anonymous) 'one day at a time'. Because, you see, for most on the ground down here, one can only put one foot in front of the other and keep on going, because, in this world, for these people, there are no promises. This is the world that the scum on Wall Street never see, the world that Washington DC has completely forgotten. Hell, our Congress allows the bodies of Vets killed in our criminal adventures overseas to be tossed in landfills and calls it a 'burial'. It is the gangsters who have brought us to this point who need to be buried.
Lord, forgive us, don't forget us, and have mercy on us...
Euro-Americans/'White People' in Kensington
Kensington & Allegheny El Stop Phila PA
The neighborhood of Kensington in Philadelphia provides a birds-eye view of the new 'multi-cultural' AmeriKa of the 21st Century, and as a worker here, I also see it from the Prole's eye view.
Kensington was always a working class neighborhood: In the earlier and middle parts of the last century it was populated by European immigrants: Irish, German, Polish, some Italians and Jews. It was a center of the garment/fabric/mill industry and had innumerable factories and warehouses for all types of clothing/apparel. It also housed one of Philadelphia's leading manufacturers, Philco, which made everything from TVs to washing machines to refrigerators. It was also a neighborhood of churches, predominantly Roman Catholic, but dotted with many churches of Protestant denomination.
Kensington was working class, but, because of the plethora of jobs available, it was also a gateway to the middle class for these European-Americans. It was a bit of a tough community, where it was helpful to be able to use your fists, but in the main it was law abiding.
Today, Kensington retains some of the working class toughness of yesterday, but with a loss of spiritual and moral fibre. Where the former European immigrants were united to some extant by culture, and certainly by Christian religion, today we have a polyglot of Asians, Hispanics, African-Americans, Carribean Blacks along with a minority of new European imports.
We also find an infestation of drugs, prostitution and the children of fornication that would have been unimaginable in times past. This due to deterioration of spiritual awareness on the part of these newcomers, and a general cheapening of the sense of the value of life.
Heroin is readily available almost 24 hours a day, along with cocaine and crack, and alcoholism is rampant. Unwed pregnant women parade the streets with previous 'fatherless' children in baby strollers. The educational level is pathetic, with reading comprehension hovering around a 7th or 8th grade level. Awareness of current events or national affairs is non-existent. All that matters is money, primarily welfare and what can be made hustling. Prostitution is rampant.
I understand that I am painting a bleak picture here, but what I see is a confirmation of the prediction made by certain social pundits, to the effect that AmeriKa will be a '3rd world country' in the next 20 years. These pundits may have erred on the side of optimism, as I see the reality of this right now.
Because of the insanity of this county's immigration policy, and because of the rampant greed of the international & multi-national capitalists, we face a collapsed and unproductive economy, and an avalanche of the poor from marginalized nations who have no idea what birth control means. And it is all driven by money & media, as these immigrants get a distorted picture of wealth in AmeriKa, and a false sense that our nation is ripe for the plucking.
The deterioration of the European-American community that remains in an urban area like Kensington is astonishing. Euro-American or 'white' children are subjected to a daily brainwashing by main stream media (MSM) about the joys and correctness of 'multi-culturalism' and race mixing, and consequently their educational achievements have fallen down to the level that were formerly the balliwick of so-called 'ghetto residents'. Learning and knowledge is scoffed at for the most part, and the only kind of smarts values are 'street smarts' or whatever cunning is needed to 'get over'.
One gets the feeling that he is living on some kind of plantation, or worse yet, in a mental institution.
In the areas of music and cultural arts, which were at one time a constructive free time time activity or hobby, we find that this has been replaced by low forms like 'rap' which is an embodiment of mindlessness set to a computer beat. But, you see, this so-called form only requires aggression and a big mouth, as opposed to the actual work and discipline it takes to master or at least learn a musical instrument. This goes hand in hand with the printed word or books being replaced by video games. Not only does this cause a deterioration in mental coordination, it makes the used subject to hypnotic control by the creator of the game/program.
And in all this, money is the 'god'.
In Philadelphia, everybody used to 'get along'...No guns, no murders over stupid issues...I worked as a 'pizza man', delivering pizzas for any number of joints, and always made good money and enjoyed the work...But all that is changed...White Americans can no longer do this work in the big cities: only Mexican, Muslim or African immigrants, and every year one or two of these poor people get a bullet for their work...But, in the 'old days'.....
I was a pizza delivery man for years...I live in Philadelphia...My first job out of high school was as a delivery man for a pizza joint in the Fishtown neighborhood in Philly, which at at that time (1971) was primarily white trash Irish, some Polacks and Germans, too, with Latinos up further in North Philadelphia...But everybody loved pizza...I worked for a joint called 'Lou's Pizza'...It was owned by a Jewish guy, named Lew Rosenthal, and the main pizza maker was a fat 'white trash' Irishwoman named Tootsie...Tootsie weighed about 300 pounds...But Tootsie and Lew both made great pizza, old-fashioned Italian neopolitan style with thin crust, and excellent sauce and the best mozzarella...They worked there 7 days a week, 12-13 hours a day...I worked delivery about 5 nights a week, and I made about $250-75 take home, which was good cash for an 18 year old then...Lew had a little car for delivery that I used, and gas was cheap, maybe 79 cents a gallon; he paid for the gas...We would deliver pizza, along with fresh milk shakes, sodas, cigarettes, we had 'em all in the shop...There was also a bar next door, and for special customers, I would go in and pick up 6-packs or quarts...'Lou's Pizza' was really a little joint, and kind of a dump, but we kept it clean enough, no rats, roaches, mice...Tootsie was a born comedian, and kept everybody laughing...Lew was cool, too...One time, some little red faced Irish kid came in and told him "You fucking Jew, what're ya' doin' in Fishtown?...Lou the Jew!'...Lew flipped out, and me and Tootsie had to grab him or he would have strangled the little runt, who deserved it...But it was generally calm, just a smooth runing money machine...The most unusual thing that happened to me on a delivery run was one time, delivering to a Puerto Rican neighborhood next to Fishtown, I took a pizza to a Puerto Rican woman who was a regular customer...In those days, you could leave your car running outside the house, without having to worry about somebody staeling it...for a reasonable amount of time, anyway...So I went to the door and rang the bell...A window on the third floor opened up, and the woman stuck out her head and asked if I could bring the pizza upstairs...I said 'Sure'...The front door was unlocked, so I went in and walked up to the third-floor, and saw the bedroom door cracked open...I knocked lightly and went in, and the woman was naked on the bed 'playing' with herself...she was middle-aged and not too bad looking...She asked 'Is the pizza hot?...And did you bring me the Pepsi?'...I said 'Yeah, sure, I brought you everything.'...We stared at each other...Then I said 'Ah, look my car's running ouside, and I've got other deliveries' then I handed her the bill for $7.44...She opened her purse, and handed me a $10 bill...Then she said, 'Just give me $1 back'...So, I did...a $1.66 tip...I said, 'Listen I gotta go, but it was nice seein' ya...I'll see ya' next time you order'. She said 'Yeah, OK'... I walked back down the stairs and debated whether I had passed up something good...But I had other deliveries to make, and my car was running...So, I went back to work...I waited for a delivery to that particular address again for about three weeks, but no calls...She usually ordered every week, Friday night...When we finally got a delivery for her address again about a month later, and I took the pie over, there was a different woman living there.
Always 'do the right thing!'