The Government yesterday announced ‘Respect Zones’ in which there will be no rowdiness, vandalism and hooliganism. Sounds great, where do I sign? I want a house right in the middle of one of those places. We can all be happy and skip and jump and sing all day!
They will issue more money to the Councils that make best use of ASBO’s. Surely the councils that a really struggling with the worst problems are the ones that need the money? Hey, what do I know?
Personally I think that the cash would be better spent on more prisons and on making sure that offenders are sent to them.
Street Robbery? First Offence? 5 Years minimum!
Burglary, with occupants in the house, 5 Years minimum!
Mandatory sentences, and none of this silly halving of sentences either. You serve what you get!
Come on Government Stop the Silly Spin!!!
It’s time that the public got some well earned rest from the criminals!
© Bob Slot 2006
1 comment:
I' liking your views a lot Bob.
Whatever happened to bobbies like us?
Lets transform our truncheons into magic wands.
Thats right, I said truncheon.
Wots a truncheon I hear shiny new gelled haired proby ask.
Anyway. Magic wand at the ready.....
Discretion restored to bobbies.
New bobbies must not drive police cars for 2 years and will deal with anything older bobby says coz he knows best.
Having made history by appointing a serving police officer, namely PC Slot, to be home secretary on his days off, PC Slot tells the house to shut it and listen up.
He implements his changes.
There's panic among the criminal fraternity...or shite as I prefer to call em.
No longer do they spy the polis and shout "Oi ya black bastard."
Now they run in fear. Therefore by running away they have been up to summink so shiny new bobby being watched by PC Fact pursues said shite and detains him.
Quick trip back to the nick and shite is handed over to CID while its back on the street for us.
Back on the street another shite spys the intrepid duo and takes flight.
PC Fact restrains eager shiny new bobby and says "Watch and learn son."
Inhaling an enormous breath he bellows "You'd better not make me chase you son coz you'll be really sorry."
Shite screeches to a halt and comes meekly over mumbling his woeful apologies.
STOP IT BOB. You've set me off now.
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