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India-Pakistan
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  

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