The Muse is Loose

I know. It's Valentine's Day and I should write about love, etc. I will leave that to my talented blogging brothers out there. I'm taking the gory route.
It was 1929 during the heighth of prohibition. The battle between mobsters was not over drugs, but alcohol. There was big money in the business. Big money! Al "Scarface" Capone, a Chicago gangster, had amassed a fortune of $60,000,000. (That's million). "Bugs" Moran was trying to cut into his take. He had to go. A shipment of cheap whiskey was made available to Moran. They could buy it at a warehouse. The men showed up to get it. Seven of them. Moran was supposed to be there too. He arrived a moment too late as he saw three "policemen" entering the warehouse along with two plainclothed "police". He figured it was a "sting" so left in a hurry. The "policemen" ordered the Moran gang up against the wall for a search. Enter the two plainclothed "cops". They proceeded to uncover their tommy guns and
kill all seven of the men. Six died immediately. The seventh at a hospital. Al Capone had conveniently located to Miami, Florida for the killings. No one was ever brought to justice for this awful blot on the day set aside for candy and flowers. It helped awaken folks around the country to the violence of gangs. These gangs left their marks with bullets, not spray paint.
Almost eighty years later there are still gangsters and mobsters and people who kill for revenge and power and money. Some things never change. Thanks alot, Cain!