Last month, in an affront to human decency and all we hold sacred, there was a mass shooting at a Chick-fil-A in Union Township, New Jersey. I commemorated the event here: Is Nothing Sacred?
All the cops had to go on at first was this photo, blurry but clearly a 2G on the run.
It took a few weeks but the New Jersey police apprehended a suspect…
Suspect arrested for Union Chick-Fil-A shooting, charged with murder: Officials
A Newark man was arrested this week and charged in connection with a deadly mass shooting at a Union Township Chick-Fil-A restaurant….
…Jaheed Fields was arrested on Friday, May 1, the Union County Prosecutor’s Office announced. Fields was charged with one count of murder, six counts of attempted murder and multiple weapons charges for the April shooting.
Jaheed Fields you say?
Murder Purposely? Hey , it’s New Jersey, what do you want? At 5’6” and weighing only 121 pounds he maybe should have eaten a few chikun sammiches instead of shooting 7 people, killing one “purposely”.
Let me also point out, having perused the Essex County, New Jersey “recently booked” mugshots for a few minutes that there are a lot of especially retarded and deformed subs living in that county that is home to Newark, NJ…
That is just from the last couple of days. Makes me want to visit New Jersey!
Essex County, New Jersey is a weird place. It includes Newark where most of the above were likely residing and is one of the poorest cities in America but it also includes places like North Caldwell that is 83% White and is where you can find the house where Tony Soprano lived….
The lesson here, don’t mess with the Chik-Fil-A. Oh, and avoid New Jersey.
I went to chik-fill-aye in Bloomington for the first time a couple weeks ago.
What a clusterfuk that place is. I got 4 chicken tenders for $7.14, no sides, no sauces, no drink.
I wasn’t impressed. Had kind of a Cajun flavor to them. That was the first time I had eaten away from home in over 2 years, and it may have been the last time forever.
Eating out just doesn’t do it for me any more. If I have to drive any distance I’ll just make a sando at home and take it. My antisocial personality steers me.