On second thoughts

A few blogs ago I talked about the climate of fear in our society. In that blog I suggested that the next time someone said that all burglars should be castrated you should say "no, for I am a rationalist". Having just been burgled (and no not in a Richard Griffiths Withnail and I way) I can safely say that I stand by that opinion. They should not be castrated... that is ridiculously lenient., they should be castrated and then flayed and then set alight, the thieving bastards.

I work hard for my money...pause for laughter to die down...and why some smack-headed toe-rag should be able to just waltz or tango or foxtrot or pasa-fucking-doble into my flat and steal £450 pounds of my money (set aside for my landlord) well it makes my already highly pressured blood boil. Of course the police were a huge help especially the one who after looking around my, admittedly untidy, room said "well they've made a right mess in here" Oh ha ha ha that bit of light relief more than made up for having £450 freaking pounds stolen from me. If he hadn't had a truncheon (or whatever they are called nowadays) pepper spray a stab vest and handcuffs I'd have given him quite a dirty look I can tell you.

Situations like this create an Incredible Hulk kind of reaction in me. Normally I'm a lefty liberal "hey it's society's fault and we should look for the underlying reasons for this criminal behavior" kind of guy, but when this stuff happens to me I more of a "If I ever find the wankers who did this I'll cut their bollocks off with a rusty penknife and gas them like tuberculosis ridden badgers".

In the mean time I'll just settle for what I can do. So burglars if you're reading this how does it feel to archly mocked in a blog? eh eh bet you feel pretty stupid now.