By BrunoL.A.'s WatchdogJudging from some the reaction I get from my fans,

some of you think I'm one mean, sarcastic son of a bitch. You're partly right, that's for sure. And maybe they're all right sometimes. I do take canine liberties.
But this morning as I walked over to the Dog Trainer to, well, train, I read only two stories. Then I wandered to a quiet corner and wept -- for you humans and the city you try to make home.
Less than a mile from our house, at an old bowling alley on a busy corner,
James Shamp, the father of two who served four years in the US Army, was shot to death last month because he was black. He worked there and was taking out the garbage.
On another page, columnist
Patt Morrison reminded me that Antonio has no intention of debating his opponents in his bid re-election.
Something's terribly wrong.
According to an unusually well-written story, the kind The Trainer does infrequently these dog days:
At the Canoga Park Bowl, everyone knew James Shamp.
His job was to clean, but he did so much more. Bowlers described him as a comedian and their loyal cheerleader. He greeted regulars with a big handshake followed by a succession of jokes that would continue through their games.
"He was the black Chevy Chase," said Robert Battle, a member of the Equally Offensive bowling team. .
Three days before Christmas, Shamp was taking out some trash to the dumpsters behind the bowling alley when a car pulled up. According to police, a group of Latino gang members approached and shot Shamp, 48, in the chest. Friends heard the shots and ran outside, where they found Shamp lying face down. He died at a hospital.
Los Angeles police detectives and prosecutors allege the gang members targeted Shamp because he was African American. The three suspects were each charged last week with one count of murder and conspiracy to commit a crime because of race.
The schools fail at educating your children and 10 bucks says the scumbags that killed James Shamp dropped out in 10th grade, if they went at all.
And the mayor won't debate.
Your streets are choked with traffic and taking your son to
baseball practice or your daughter to dance class - or just getting to the
bloody super market -- becomes an exercise in frustration.
And the mayor won't debate.
Simple billboards, which were always ugly, but at least
common, have now become light shows that can probably be seen from outer space
and keep you awake at night.
And the mayor won't debate.
In the name of the environment, the mayor conspires with a
union to foist upon you a solar plan in a plot that puts the the Sopranos to
shame.
And the mayor won't debate.
What's wrong with you people? Have you become so lazy and stupid that
you're going to let this happen? I mean,
he's going to win. Can't he at least try to explain why?
James Shamp used to help the bowling alley's comedian
performer, Jay Cramer, who uses a wheelchair, set up a ramp each night before
he performed. He doesn't anymore.
And the mayor won't debate.
Mary Mannon, who knew James Shamp, said he called the woman
bowlers "Mamas," and would greet her with "Mary had a little lamb."
"I just want to hear him say 'mama' one last
time," Mannon said. "I want to hear him say 'Mary had a little lamb.'
And the mayor won't debate.
With a tear for all of you,
Woof!