Cowboy justice Is just exactly what we need. Twice as effective As mercy, now for which they plead. If I can't get you To see things the way I do, Something happens. I start the process. see it through. It's what I've been taught to do. And I'll teach you. No one tells me Just what I can or cannot do. My advisors, Some, say are keepers of this zoo. I don't mind if You think that what they say is real. I'm in charge here. At least that's how they make me feel. That's a part of the deal, And it came true. Gotta see it my way. I'm giving the people what I want. It's a price I must pay. We cowboys know how to be gallant. There's no question Of right or wrong here to debate. Disagree though, You'll be subjected to the hate That's inflicted On members of the team like you. Cause we cowboys Will never worry if we're few. Our justice is true. Make no mistake.
". . . Mr. Weinberg -- who was listed in the phone book and answered his own phone -- had no trouble communicating with reporters. If they called, he'd bark a gruff "no comment" and hang up. . . Criticized as a callous landlord who neglected his properties on Howard Street and in other Baltimore neighborhoods, Mr. Weinberg didn't seem destined to end life with a grand act of public service. It wasn't until he was diagnosed as having cancer about eight years ago that he announced that he would give his money away after he'd finished making it. . . He'd grown up in Baltimore, where the city's great philanthropists were revered, his son said. Like Johns Hopkins and George Peabody, he wanted to give something back to the community. . . Mr. Weinberg wasn't particularly religious, but he strongly supported Jewish causes and charities. He also never forgot those who helped him. . . As children, Mr. Weinberg and his siblings were treated free at St. Agnes Hospital. Years later, William Weinberg saw a large check to the hospital on his brother's desk and asked about it. . . "Goddammit," Harry Weinberg told him. "You of all people ought to know what that's for." . . Mr. Weinberg also developed a special concern for the elderly. During trips to Atlantic City, he avoided the casinos, instead spending time talking to old people on the Boardwalk, asking how they were making ends meet. . . On his final 1989 pilgrimage to Israel -- a nation whose birth he witnessed firsthand in 1948 -- he asked to visit several of Tel Aviv's nursing homes. . . It was a humid summer day, and Mr. Weinberg was surprised that the nursing homes were not air-conditioned. So he wrote a check for $1 million to pay for air-conditioning for every nursing home in Israel. . . In Baltimore, he spent $20,000 to ensure that residents of the Levindale Hebrew Geriatric Center and Hospital receive premium ice cream twice every month. . ."
