Yeah, I hear what you're saying, Jimmi - there is a certain 'erotisism' about smashing things up, but as you said, they should smash their own shit up...like their heads!

There is no disipline, at least, not much...because the perpetrator of such crimes, seems always to be seen as the victim (bad childhood, abused and neglected etc etc etc). The sooner that crime is punishable with decent deterents (such as 'chain-gangs', and the like) the better.
Prison is not a deterent, it is a school for the less gifted - go in a petty shoplifter, come out a full-blown bank robber...or worse!

You hear the crims moaning about the conditions of prison. Geez, it's like, so fucking what...you broke the laws of the land, and so forfiet any rights to be treated as a decent citizen.

Make Jail hell, so that they DON'T wanna go back, and then you'll (in time) start cleaning up the streets.

It always seems to be a case of 'prevention better than cure', and yet it should be 'cure the desease'!

Bastards, the lot of 'em
RESiNATE Reviewed by RESiNATE on . Fraternising with the Bank Manager So, I'm about as skint as Rowanda, and need to strap in the ol' silver tongue to see if I can get any compassion out of the bank Manager (ie, feed 'em some bullshit about how I'm trying really hard to sort myself out :D) I'm wondering whether or not to shave first - "I can't even afford a razor, man!" The plan is this: I walk into the bank, cool, calm, and collected. Await my turn to see the bank manager, and sit myself down across from him in the office. Then the I'll explain the Rating: 5