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And who gets to decide whether you're planning a protest or a riot?

 

The same people who decide whether or not you're going to jail I imagine. The current system trusts them enough with deciding who is and isn't allowed freedom, why not trust them with something as insignificant as access to a social networking site?

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did any of you hear a guy in Croydon (about 20mins away from me) got shot and died in hospitals the riots got out of hand also 3 guys were run over by police veichles its discusting and there was a woman who robbed the currys where she worked wearing he uniform what an idiot.

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There's no 'mask ban'. The suggestion is that the Police should have the power to demand that people remove face coverings. In the event that they have reasonable suspicion that you are going to commit criminal acts, they can request that you remove your mask. It doesn't go anywhere near far enough to solve the problem; what's to stop people putting the face covering back on when they're away from police?

 

With the armed forces the PM has staunchly opposed the idea of using them to deal with unrest. He's made his position clear. He has, however, said that the armed forces may be used (if the MET feel they need it) to free up more police to deal with unrest. The example he used was the armed forces taking over some of the police's guard duties [like those at Westminster, Downing Street and Buckingham Palace] in order to free up police officers for use on the front line.

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Police can't get the water canon from N.I, head over to london zoo instead.

 

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It's getting crazy out there.

 

Shit! Hope you're all right man, stay safe. #prayforheroicjanitor :D

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Just read a man who stole a £1.50 bottle of botter from a lidl has been sent to prison for 6months, that maximum sentence. in yow face!!

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Or on the flip side of that do you know how much 6 months in prison costs taxpayers?

 

(not particularly my stance/argument, just one I've seen batted around)

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I couldn't care less to be honest. I pay my taxes and they get spent on a alot of things I don't know about/care about. But I don't moan about it, I get on with life.

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Plus keeping criminals off the street is a pretty worthy cause.

 

The whole argument makes me laugh to be honest (I know it's not necessarily your argument Ashley BTW). What is it these people want then? Let them all loose? Enjoy your extra money when it's being burgled.

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(I know it's not necessarily your argument Ashley BTW).

 

Nope. I just like to throw in a counter argument to spice things up :)

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jail time shouldn't be a free home and food, you should be made to do freaking hard labour to work off the money spent (if you ask me) ... but thats a whole different issue altogether

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jail time shouldn't be a free home and food, you should be made to do freaking hard labour to work off the money spent (if you ask me) ... but thats a whole different issue altogether

 

And make it an unpleasent place to be, so you know, people would think twice about wanting to end up back there etc.

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It's funny and stupid at the same time, people wanted answers to why the man was shot dead, so a group a rioters formed and protested. Then youths aged 10 to god knows how old joined in their own riots 'protesting against taxes, politics and such' but half of them have no idea why! It's just a means of fun for them to burn and steal. Then the country turns on itself blaming racial groups and religion groups, causing even more riots! Anyone who participates in these so called 'protests' is a complete idiot to me

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And make it an unpleasent place to be, so you know, people would think twice about wanting to end up back there etc.

 

Like maybe dropping the soap?

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And make it an unpleasent place to be, so you know, people would think twice about wanting to end up back there etc.

 

I remember a post from someone on another forum who wrote about his time in prison. I think his sentence was only a year or so (it was for inuring a biker whilst "driving dangerously". Basically it was a foolish accident).

 

The post was in quite a lot of detail and it was a real eye opener. The thing I remember most was him saying that no amount of "comforts" in the prison can make up for the complete lack of freedom. It's the loss of things we take for granted that is the punishment. And it's harsher than anyone here can imagine. Imagine not even being able to go outside of a small square room unless someone allows it. You eat when they tell you, you sleep when they tell you and you get to go outside when they tell you.

 

He said that whilst he was in the prisoner transport van looking out of the one way window at people walking by, he hated all of them because he wouldn't be able to do the things they were doing for a long time. He was jealous of people going about their daily routine.

 

 

 

Edit: Just found it. Link

 

First entry:

 

I caused an accident after losing control of my car. It was sideways straddling both sides of a B road, a motorcyclist coming the other way came around a blind bend to be confronted with a car blocking the road. The impact launched him over my (destroyed) car and dumped him on the middle of the road, unconcious. His bike had been thrown some 14 metres back the way it came. My car dangled precariously over the edge of a drop past the verge.After about a minute or so of getting my breath back following the airbag deploying, I realised I'd caused a very serious accident.I'd seen the motorcyclist only for a split second before the impact imploded against the B piller behind my head and shattered every window on the car.

 

My sunglasses had disappeared from my face, glass from the door window was mingled with blood dripping from my face. There was no way of opening the drivers door, I clambered over the passenger seat and observed one of the worst sights of my life.For about 50 metres down the direction I'd come from, were the tell tale black lines of a skidding car. These were only interrupted by gouge marks on the road surface where car had met bike. In the middle of this lay the biker, motionless, unconscious, a mess. Onlookers, other motorists, were out of their cars but nothing more than background fuzz.

 

By the time I got out of the car, some other bikers had begun trying to help the badly injured guy laying on the centreline of the road. For a long minute, he didn't move, he didn't seem to breath. I'd just killed a man.Then some movement, some spluttering. Blind panic from someone who's just woken up to wish that he hadn't. His girlfriend, who had been a few minutes further behind on her own bike, arrived. Screaming and wailing, wondering how this has come to happen. No doubt a million thoughts all arriving at once. Most of them fearing the worst.First aiders helped on the scene, I didn't know how to help medically. I was guilty, impotent and wondering how I'd gone from an enthusiastic drive to a potential killer in the space of 50 metres. It only took 3 or 4 minutes for the Police to arrive, I volunteered myself immediately as the guilty party.

 

I was breath tested and questioned on-scene, sat in a Volvo, bleeding on the back seats whilst in full view of the prone motorcyclist, by this time being worked on by the paramedics who'd arrived, hoping the patient could last long enough for the air ambulance to arrive.I'll never forget that poor man, lying there screaming for his helmet to be taken off, his girlfriend in tears and despair and me, not badly injured, no reason to have caused this, other than wanting to enjoy the road.The motorcyclist spent days in intensive care, being treated for most of his right arm being smashed to pieces, his collarbone wrecked, serious head injuries, damaged eye socket, chipped bones on his ankle and a massive nerve injury.

 

A year later and even after a number of operations, he still has many to go to correct his broken body and his impaired eyesight. The nerve damage to his dominant right arm means he'll never regain full use of it. He can no longer support his children by working on the rigs as he did beforehand.My car was impounded by the Police and kept from the day of the accident, 30th April 2006 until the July. I was first formally interviewed in June 2006, then again in September. I was charged via postal summons in November last year. Magistrates passed the case to Crown Court on 13/12/06, as their sentencing powers were not sufficient and at that point I knew I was going to prison.

 

10 days short of a year after my accident, I pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment and banned from driving for 3 years, for dangerous driving. Aside from the odd speeding conviction (I was driving 65,000 miles a year for the previous 10 years), I had never been in trouble with the Police before.There was no feeling, no shock, no crying or anger when I was sent down from that court room. Just numbness. As the judge finished his sentencing, I had just one opportunity of shouting to my other half how much I loved her, before being lead into the downstairs of the court.

 

The guard, a nice guy in his late 50s, explained that he had to handcuff me to himself, and down I went. Immediately down, through a number of locked, barred gates, to a booking in counter. All my possessions, and my belt, taken. My height measured. All my details recorded. Then 4 hours in a windowless cell with nothing but a wooden bench and contemplation for company.4.30pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, leaving a happy looking Carlisle, but for me, in the back of a paddywagon.

 

Watching people leaving school and work with a smile on their faces, looking forward to a weekend of choices. I was heading to HMP Durham.You can say what you like about prison, and how easy it is, how great you think the facilities are, how prison is like a holiday camp. It's none of those things. It's a demeaning, soul-less place full of sad and sometimes evil people who have lives none of us would ever want or even imagine. All the freedoms you take for granted are removed in the name of control and security to the point that you're constantly reminded how little value society as a whole places on your miserable little existence.

Edited by Goafer

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jail time shouldn't be a free home and food, you should be made to do freaking hard labour to work off the money spent (if you ask me) ... but thats a whole different issue altogether

 

Why not just get these criminals out onto the streets and help clean up the shit that they caused?

 

Seems pretty obvious to me. They made a mess, they clean it up.

 

The moral of the story: Don't make a mess. Unless you want to clean it up.

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I remember a post from someone on another forum who wrote about his time in prison. I think his sentence was only a year or so (it was for inuring a biker whilst "driving dangerously". Basically it was a foolish accident).

 

The post was in quite a lot of detail and it was a real eye opener. The thing I remember most was him saying that no amount of "comforts" in the prison can make up for the complete lack of freedom. It's the loss of things we take for granted that is the punishment. And it's harsher than anyone here can imagine. Imagine not even being able to go outside of a small square room unless someone allows it. You eat when they tell you, you sleep when they tell you and you get to go outside when they tell you.

 

He said that whilst he was in the prisoner transport van looking out of the one way window at people walking by, he hated all of them because he wouldn't be able to do the things they were doing for a long time. He was jealous of people going about their daily routine.

 

Yeah it is a good point and i can only imagine it (well trying to depresses me!), however there is the other side of it where some people don't really care about freedom and the idea of going in and out of prison doesn't bother them. Some even see it as better because they are fed and have a bed. It is for the people that don't care i think more should be done to make it unpleasent. As you can imagine i come across a lot of the latter from my employment.

 

On the idea of re-offending there are plenty of times where people leave prison wanting to change but they just go back into the enviroment they know, with the same group of people who are on drugs and need money so use crime as a method of payment or simply they are that way inclined or they can not get a job because of their criminal record and around in circles the re-offending becomes.

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I'm a humungous retard. Move along, nothing to see here.

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