Here in the tuneful and musical offices of The Curmudgeon, staff members sport iPods, headphones, portable CD players, advanced music systems in every office, and a juke box in the company pub packed with classics and contemporary music. There is even karaoke on Thursday nights, and all are encouraged to get behind the mike and sing their lungs out, good or bad.
Now, I have always thought of Connecticut as a civilized state populated with Kathryn Hepburns and George Plimptons, but I have never been there and the reality of a place doesn’t always fit with its image. This is a story of hate and passion. A story of violence and gang mentality. It is a story of karaoke.
Hits a Bad Note
When 25-year-old Leidy Alcantra took the stage at Bobby Valentine’s Sports Gallery and Cafe in Stamford, she wasn’t met with cheers and good will, but jeers and venom. She sang a Columbian pop song and was taunted by a group of females, for what I do not know. Did she sing poorly? Did she sing well and these other chicks were jealous? Did they hate Columbian pop songs? Information is sketchy, but what we do know is when she left the stage, one of the women cold-cocked her in the mouth and the other 5 jumped right in kicking, slapping, biting, and punching in a frenzy of careless limb-flinging, profanity-laced, girl-fighting. (Also, it is unknown if this simply turned-on the men in the joint, crying “catfight” and getting a closer seat, or if someone broke it up.)
The singer was treated at the hospital for a chipped tooth and heavy bruises, and the chick-gang – hereinafter referred to as “The Karaoke Katfighters – was kicked out of the bar. Unsatisfactory, I know, which is why I am pleased to report that they were all later arrested and charged with third-degree assault, conspiracy to commit third-degree assault and breach of the peace, according to the Connecticut Post.
Striking a Chord
I’d like to go on a rant about this disintegration of society and its values, the lack of courtesy and respect paid to others, this hatred that grows across the globe like a giant, oozing wen. I say I’d like to, but I can’t. I’m tired., I’m weary, and today, at least, I am losing hope. If you hear this story and your thought is “so what? Maybe the chick deserved it,” then you are one of them. If, on the other hand, you share my sentiments, then you are one of us. It’s truly us against them.
I normally an very hesitant to give names in stories like this, but I also think that when legal punishment is not enough, that public ridicule can help to fill in the gap. And so, the names of the “Karaoke Katfighters” are Michelle Rosedom, Danielle Swanson, Martisa Chambers, Chaniel McRae, Deja Hines and Kiana Strickland. Stupid ho’s.
I think I’ll go take a nap, and just maybe I’ll wake up in a different time or a kinder place. Good night.
Don’t let the Karaoke Katfighters bite.