BROKEN SOCIETY:WHERE WILL IT ALL END?

Two items of news from the Daily Mail about our once fair and pleasant land:

1) As an ex-policewoman, Julie Pickford thought she knew how to deal with rowdy teenagers.
So when she politely asked a boy to stop throwing popcorn at other passengers on a tram she was confident he and the rest of his gang would behave.
Nothing could have prepared her for the shocking and violent attack that followed.
Without warning, one girl stood up and punched her in the face and then a mob of up to 30 teenagers joined in, punching her and stamping on her.

Read the full article here.

2) Cowering upstairs with his partner and their two children as a gang of burglars wielding an axe emptied his living room, Mathew Sims wasted no time in calling 999.
But instead of the immediate response he expected, the police told him: "We're too busy to help."
Within minutes, the burglars drove off with a haul of stolen property.

Read the full article here.

The ludicrously inadequate sentences given to the 'murderers' of Sophie Lancaster......

'The judge told him he must serve a minimum 18 years before he is eligible for parole.
Herbert, who admitted murder and GBH with intent, was given two life sentences and will serve at least 16 years and three months.
The Hulme brothers received indefinite sentences after admitting GBH with intent on Mr Maltby.
They will serve a minimum of five years and ten months.
Mallett, who admitted the same charge, wept as he was also given an indefinite sentence. He will serve at least four years and four months.'

.....makes one wonder if we will ever save this country from total anarchy. These young attackers don't care about their victims or themselves and until we have a proper tariff for murder more people such as Sophie Lancaster, Gary Newlove and Damiola Taylor will continue be slaughtered on our streets.

The punishment for a "first degree" murder should be life imprisonment which should mean imprisonment for the perpetrator's natural life.

I do have the experience of being attacked by a mob fifty one years ago when I was a chunky school rugby player, and a fairly good sprinter.

I am carrying a bit more weight today and it was a very long time ago. Then I was able to get away possibly because I had no illusions about what was going to happen if I stayed on the ground any longer than a few seconds.

I scrambled to my feet and ran, unfortunately today my chances of repeating that feat in similar circumstances could be rated at zero.