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Friday, 8 June 2018
Nothing to lose.
The current spate of UK knifings, shootings, acid throwings, muggings, moped crime, and general criminality, is put down to the fact that these ne'er-do-well scumbags feel they have 'nothing to lose'.
London (and elsewhere) is awash with hoodie and balaclava wearing, drugged-up, gangs, who commit daringly blatant crimes in the knowledge that there are no police on the streets, and therefore little chance of getting caught. If the office-bound police can be at all bothered to follow-up a serious crime, it would only be by watching CCTV coverage. Most active cops are out catching speeding motorists instead.
Here in France, I haven't seen a gendarme for years.
It is no secret that the 'one parent family' is fuelling gang culture. With no father figure at home, the gang becomes 'male family'. Drug dealing brings easy money, and stolen high-end cars make life bearable. Why stack shelves at Tesco for a paltry minimum wage, when you can make thousands by selling coke or grass; and hang around with your mates.
Even when caught, the young criminals are given a small fine, and told not to do it again. Some bloody hope.
So, what's the solution? They could always build more jails, re-introduce 'National Service', or even start rubbish-clearing chain gangs.
Whatever they do, they'll have to do it pretty damn quick, because it's getting seriously out of hand.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!