I have been feeling sick watching the rioting on television. I, along with every decent minded person that I have spoken with, are shocked and disgusted that this can happen in England, nothing in Wales or Scotland, maybe they have more respect than the yobs around here.
Calls for the army to come in appeared to me to be reasonable. There's nothing like drawing a line in the sand and backing it up with soldiers fresh from fighting insurgents in some godforsaken sandhole somewhere. Cleaning up the streets of the litter of our society would make them double heroes. But, and there is always a BUT, the rules would hamstring them, don't hurt anyone, you can use reasonable force but you can't detain or stop them. The courts would then give them all a slap on the wrist and send them home with nothing more than a warning, but then justice is dispensed by old grey men covered in dust whose only link to reality is from watching reruns of Judge John Deed. Shameful that the moral fibre of a society hangs on the personal beliefs of an extremely aged man, some would say age brings wisdom but when you want true retribution on the person that has ruined your livelihood and shattered your belief in human nature, surely wisdom dictates that justice has to be done and the severity of the crime has to be reflected in the sentence. During the Wars, looters were dealt with by the community very severely as it is more than theft when you rob your neighbours and destroy your own community. We all have problems, some more than others but things are far better now than they ever have been in history. The UK can be a great place to live, human rights have clamped down on discrimination, poverty whilst not eradicated is drastically reduced and education is available to everyone, as is healthcare and unemployment benefits. Sure, it's not perfect but it is as good as it's ever been for everyone.
Look at the last 50 years. 1950's recession, 1960's social unrest, 1970's punk, anarchy and racism, 1980's boom and bust, 1990's immigration and draining of the UK's wealth, 2000's War in the Middle East and threat of widescale terrorism, recession, 2010's still war but less of a threat of terrorism, immigration seems to be further from concern and the economy appears to slowly going the right way, what is there to complain about? I'm bored, let's go a loot some rich git that has his own business and pays his taxes that pay for my education and benefit cheques. Words are not enough to define the contempt I feel for the looters and more so for the social workers and the PC brigade that protected a generation from moral values. Detestable bleeding hearts that bleat on about the rights of the under privileged until we vomit up some sticking plasters to protect them all from reality and then we hear them on the radio, barely able to string an intelligible sentence together as they laugh about some poor shopkeeper they stole from "cos he was rich and had his own business".
Oi, you red brigade social workers from the 1990's that ruined the generations in North London, this is your fault as much as their's, maybe more.
My view is far more clear minded.....Live rounds, send them all home to their parents in boxes. My wife thinks that was a little extreme and suggested CS gas, tazers, water cannons and rubber bullets but none of that namby pamby stuff for me, IED's, live rounds, hand grenades, maybe the odd tank, gunships and put the RAF on standby. I wonder how far up the Thames you could get a warship?
I was talking with a friend today and we both agreed that the first politician to suggest the use of live rounds gets my vote for the rest of my natural life, god I hope it's not Ed Milliband or Nick Griffin!
PS. I do have an update to post on my escapades over the last few months, just needed to show my age and grumpiness.
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