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Mud Sling Alert! It was called an “Open Letter to Landlords”, but Young Snitch’s recent post on the Prospect Heights Message Board was more like a perversion of those words on the Statue Of Liberty: “Don’t rent to yuppies, to frat boys, to investment bankers yearning to breathe free…”

Should landlords have the responsiblity–nay, obligation–to pick WHICH newbies get to gentrify Brooklyn? Even if it was legal to do so? If Snitch had his way, Prospect Heights landlords would cherry pick artistic types, and wouldn’t rent to “anyone that was in a frat or sorority … anyone who wears black pants, a blue shirt and a gold tie to work … anyone who gushes about the opening of a sushi restaurant on Franklin, without at least considering that every new business catering to recent arrivals ratchets up the cycle of neighborhood replacement … anyone who works in equity trading, i-banking or finance in general…”

Nobody wants to see Brooklyn’s tres-cool nooks and crannies turn into Upper Blandhattan… But maybe even pierced tongues should get held once in a while. Whether you think the treatise is spot-on or arrogant, it certainly struck a chord. People hating and defending their neighbors are going at it now Go watch mud get slung on the Prospect Heights Message Boards!

Cobwebs, spiders, and jack-o-lanterns aren’t making kids wet their pants anymore– so thank goodness for St. Ann’s Hellhouse with it’s mock-up of Evangelical church haunted houses that peddle fear better than FOX News! This month’s terror level? Orange! How festive. Getting knocked up in high school is horrifying! Oh, the pure evil of homosexuals! Oh, the LOL.

Has anyone checked this out yet? Don’t be a halloweenie. Get in on the discussion of local haunts before the gig is up and you’re picking miniature Butterfingers out of your upper molars.

Cyclists. Joggers. Dog-Owners. Dog-haters. Religious Zealots. Stroller Gangs. Barbequers. The apparently not-so-rare Public Urinators and Defacators.(Whoa.)

This recent Brooklyn Papers article. says it all:

“If the park is increasingly a battleground, it’s no surprise, given how many different constituent groups — from runners to sunbathers, softball players to soft-ice-cream eaters — are using the emerald expanse … The arrival of wireless Internet access two weeks ago may mean the emergence of an entirely new user-group … A trip to the park on any day shows that Brooklynites are a territorial — and irritable — bunch.”

It’s Civil War in Prospect Park, which is laden with characters who just can’t seem to get along (or play Bob Dylan on their guitars without inducing earshot wide cringing).

Whose petition are you signing? Should there be off-leash kid hours? Can we put small dogs on the Hibachi and use religious pamphlets for charcoal? Work it out on the P-Heights message boards.