Next Stop... Cracktown!

Abbotsford, the town I live in is literally going crazy. A group of people were arrested in the mall parking lot two blocks from my house on suspicion of possessing firearms. One of them was a Bacon brothers, one of three related members of the Red Scorpions Gang. The next day, the same brother was involved in a targeted gang-related shooting in broad daylight at a busy intersection. I think I may have actually driven by that one on my way home for lunch without realizing what was going on. All I saw was a blue PT Cruiser stopped at the side of the road where it shouldn't be. So, based on my timing, I could have been hit by a stray bullet. That night, a man was found tied up, shot, beaten and left for dead (the order is unknown) in a driveway of a grow-op rip-off. Then immediately afterwards, there was an outbreak of Avian Flu at a local turkey farm. 60,000 turkeys are being culled as a result. Then there was a 15-20 person bar room brawl downtown. Then it was revealed that a group of local gang members (the Red Scorpions again) were in possession of around 150 sticks of dynamite, but had turned them over to police in a plea-deal. You know what you can do with 150 sticks of dynamite? Blow up a mountain. Then, a bank was robbed, and there was a subsequent carjacking. I think a Subway was robbed too.
Bear in mind, all of this is happening in the space of a week, in a normally sleepy Bible-thumping border town filled to the brim with non-conforming immigrants and disapproving Mennonites. I've written a lot about how this town is going down the crapper, and in fact has been in the toilet since it's inception, but people are writing articles in the provincial paper about this place going crazy, and they're holding emergency town meetings on how to curb all of violence.
Abbotsford is not a big city by any means. We don't even have our own Olive Garden, for God's sake. As such, a person would expect to have certain advantages over living in a big city, like nearby Vancouver, like not being shot in the fucking face by stray gunfire, or dying of a bird disease usually relegated to rural China, where they put melamine in baby formula, but no. Do you know how in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," the town of Sunnydale is overrun with vampires because it's sitting over the Hellmouth? Well I suspect sort of the same thing is happening here, only there's no hot blondes with wooden stakes or their lesbian band-camp, pussy-fluting witch friends to sort things out.
Imagine a town completely populated by dirty, ugly, ignorant, prejudiced people clinging to false beliefs, where everywhere you look someone's giving you the stink-eye. That's kind of the case here. It's delving into bad movie territory, like an old western where only the mysterious stranger who rides into town one day can save the Christian widow and her son from land-jumpers. Ugh...