That is why I find reading coppers' blogs so incredibly fucking depressing: day after day these people wallow amidst the very pits of human evil and depravity.
But these members of the constabulary are illuminating too, and it is for this reason that I consider them to be vital to the blogosphere—perhaps, indeed, their writing is entirely necessary in order to bring the bright and optimistic types, such as myself, down to earth again.
Nightjack has been a regular commenter at The Kitchen for some time now, and I have been reading his thoroughly excellent blog for a couple of months—might I suggest that you do the same?
The one repetitive strain in such fora are the utterly inadequate prison sentences doled out to the utter bastards that make people's lives a misery—or shorter. Like this cunt...
Trevor is walking home one way and Planet Barry with his twin moons is coming the other. Words were not exchanged. Trevor has thoughts of home, family, maybe hangover and a fried breakfast. As they pass, Barry punches him once, as hard as he can. Some essential part of Trevor’s brain immediately rips and tears as his head is torqued sideways. As he lies dying, Barry, Trace and random lad gather round him wondering at what Barry’s single punch has done. Trevor dies in the street before the ambulance could possibly arrive.
Somebody is going to have to tell Trevor’s missus that the Judge isn’t going over 4 years on the sentence. Me? No thanks. I think the Judge should tell her and he can explain why because I am damned if I can.
I find these random, done-for-no-reason assaults scary—not least because I have been a victim of such aggression a couple of times. But in my opinion, the fact that Barry did not mean to kill Trevor should be no mitigation: that evil, fucking little bastard should be put away for life and the case publicised as much as possible, pour encourager les autres.
This cunt didn't care whether or not he ruined someone's life, whether he would ensure that they were scared to go out, and he didn't care that he killed him: he only gave two craps because he didn't want to pay the price for his actions.
He should pay the price for his actions: he should pay every, single day. And, most importantly, he should be kept off the streets, so that we might all be that little bit safer.