This is at the bottom of my road this morning.
Takes a riot in your neighborhood to put things in perspective.
Clapham Junction, where I live, has been looted, pillaged, burnt out and destroyed last night. Like the rest of London.
Chavs abound, destroying everything in site. Some even walking around with petrol bombs and burning out shops. All on my high street, a few hundred metres from our house.
My area looks like a war zone. Chavs as young as twelve, breaking windows and seizing TVs, anything they can find. And for wht? They're not poverty stricken, it's not political - they are doing it because their friends are doing it. For no fucking reason at all.
There aren't enough cops to dilute the violence, they are in other parts of the city. So for almost two hours, they did what they pleased - breaking every shop on the high street. Why don't the they call the army in? Shot them with rubber bullets and tear gas?
They have NO reason to be doing this, they are fucking criminals. The result of a natioan who is too fucking scared to discipline the fuckers. People here are scared of children - isn't there something wrong with that sentence? The youth of Britain are broken.
Where are the values and ethics? The sense of entitlement is not born from poverty, it's born from no one disciplining them and teaching them the difference between what's right and wrong.
I am appalled and distraught. No sleep from all the smoke and choppers.
The fancy dress shop, ablaze last night, is now being put out this morning.
There is no punishment that fits this crime. They won't even see the repercussions of killing people's livelihoods.
I'm hoping to go along this morning to help clean up, once the crime scene has been cleared up. (It's all taped off.)
The Twitterati is ganging together to organise a clean up for the poor people who have lost their businesses.
#riotcleanup
During a time like this, communities pull together. If there is one good thing out of this.
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