Like rust, the decay works it’s way up, from the inside out, and if you don’t nip it, it gets progressively more ugly and expensive.
Crime, in general, is getting more and more violent in the UK. GMP happy to display the 120 guns they gave confiscated this year, but it only represents a scratch on the surface of what must be out there.
UK crime seems to have exploded within the 18-25 crowd, as everyone tries to be Mr Big, and it will only get worse when people realize the downside is so paltry.
A knife is a deadly weapon, just like a gun. Carrying one might be for self-protection, but the fact that you have it implied you are willing to use it. What if you’re punched? Straight to the knife? What if the other lad, or one of his mates, has one? Two dead? More? Or maybe just a few slashed faces? After all, who doesn’t want one of those after a night out and a bit of an argument outside the bar?!
Britain is slowly dissolving in its own toxic stew of underprivileged, undereducated, underemployed young men looking to “be” someone.
When I come over, I see the amount of “reality TV” bigging up the plastic steroid using muscle bound losers who always seem to get the trout pout, fake tits, make up plastered whores with their 3 inch nails and 6 inch heels, and I die a little inside at what is being held up as some “ideal” or “success.” In fact, it’s hard to tell one from the other, as they all meld into the same looking person, a la the Kardashians!
It pervades social media and the tabloids and it makes it seem like that is what success looks like, because it certainly appears to bring them money and the “Hollywood” lifestyle. So, in their own warped way, these kids, who often have very little, have to find a way to be more, be bigger, be badder, and be repped on the street, and can’t be seen to be backing down. Hence, bring an “equalizer” to the game.
It’s sad to see what is becoming of Blighty, but the desirable places seem to be getting more desirable and out of reach of most, while the less desirable places seem to be trying to slap a pretty veneer on themselves while they slowly decay from the inside.
Cue the “Yeah, but what about (fill in the American jibe here)”