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Women ransack liquor shop in Orissa |
2008-12-08 |
KENDRAPARA (Orissa): Intensifying an anti-liquor campaign, a group of agitated women ransacked a foreign liquor shop in Mahalahat village under Patkura police station on Monday, policed said. The women of the village were registering their protest against the opening of the liquor shop since last six months. Earlier, they had picketed in front of the liquor shop and petitioned the block and district level officials. The grouse of village women was that alocoholism had become rampant breaking up families in the village. The all-women-mob, mobilised under self-help-groups, broke opened the shop and later destroyed the liquor bottles. A case has been registered but no arrest made in this connection so far. |
Posted by:john frum |
#6 i kind of like the idea of a liquor store under the cop shop; it makes it easier to write the DWI tickets. right in the comfort of your own office. |
Posted by: USN,Ret. 2008-12-08 22:15 |
#5 In honor with the fine ladies of Kendrapara, as well as our solidary with their cause, I present to the Rantburg listening audience their hymn: Away With Rum We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band On the right side of temperance we do take our stand We don't use tobacco, because we do think The people who use it are likely to drink CHORUS Away, away with rum by gum, with rum by gum, with rum by gum Away, away with rum by gum, the song of the temperance union We never eat fruit cake because it has rum And one little taste turns a man to a bum Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight Than a man eating fruit cake until he gets tight We never eat cookies because they have yeast And one little bite turns a man to a beast Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face If you wash your hair, never rinse it with beer Because if you do, you'll get foam in your ear And if there's one thing a young man must dread It's dating a girl with a head on her head If you pick your navel, don't do it with a knife Because if you do you'll get the shock of your life Oh, can you imagine a site quite a horrid As a man pulling out his umbilical cord We never eat peaches, because peaches ferment And peaches ferment at the least little dent Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight Than a man drunk on peaches he thought were alright We never eat oatmeal, because oatmeal is mush And one little bite turns a man to a lush Oh can you imagine the pain of a ma To watch little junior act just like his pa We never chew toothpicks because we recall That wood ferments into wood alcohol Oh can you imagine a sorrier sight Than a man chewing toothpicks until he gets tight We never drink water, they put it in gin One little sip and a man starts to grin Oh can you imagine the horrible sight Of a man drinking water and singing all night |
Posted by: Alaska Paul 2008-12-08 18:35 |
#4 Ah, heck. I read that and thought it might have been a bunch of "Girls Gone Wild"-type thirsty women looking to get likkered up and have a good time. Instead, it's Carrie Nation, Indian style. Rats. My idea would have made a MUCH better story. |
Posted by: Jolutch Mussolini7800 2008-12-08 17:19 |
#3 bman, as with crows I believe it's a "murder". |
Posted by: Deacon Blues 2008-12-08 16:31 |
#2 how many village women are in grouse? or is it a gaggle, a swarm, a? |
Posted by: bman 2008-12-08 16:28 |
#1 Jeeze, we TOLD YOU the Bailey's wouldn't get here until Tuesday. |
Posted by: ed 2008-12-08 15:01 |