No pain, no gain....
Hi all,
I had an idea.. one which will probably illicit much complaint from the liberal elite. Which in itself is a good thing.
Through the history of evolution (YECs may as well bugger off now) nature has given us, and most animals, an extremely effective sensory capability for those times when we do something that is possibly dangerous, or irritating. Pain. How many people would willingly put a wasp in their mouth? Just the thought of the pain, even if you've never before been stung, is enough to stop all but the seriously certifiable from attempting such a proposition. People will generally not put their fingers near the fast moving parts of your own choice of power tool for the same reason.
Which brings me back to the original point that I haven't in actual fact made yet. We have all these namby pamby outreach muppets attempting to use various modern versions of the old "boys will be boys" adage to explain why thugs are running rampant on the streets of this country intimidating little old ladies, mugging people etc. and all because they know that if they did get caught, some do-gooder would always be there to stand up for the poor little mis-understood soul.
"He was dropped on his head as a baby", (not bloody hard enough, in my opinion) or that there is "..nothing for these lovely children to do in their spare time." That one cracks me up, and I'm sure those of a similar generation as me would smile also. I was brought up in the '70s and early '80s in a small town in the midlands. Money was something that we'd heard of, but didn't see in huge amounts. If we wanted some, we'd go and wash the neighbour's car, or go spudding/ fruit picking (dependant on season of course) and then we could buy a pint of maggots between us and go fishing.
(Warning, I'm about to sound positively geriatric)
We didn't have the things that modern kids take for granted today.. computers, Playstations, DVD players, top of the range mountain bikes etc.etc. We had to make our own amusement. Tennis, where the court was marked out on the ground with chalk.. the prior existence of Lake Mercia saw that we always had an ample supply. A football and an empty car park could amuse us for the entire summer. We had push-bikes, and anyone over the age of 6 could fix a puncture. We'd all arrange day trips, cycling up to Avon Dasset hills for the day.. the oldest of the group promising (and always being true to their word) that the younger members of the group would be looked after.
We didn't have time to get bored, we were always doing something. And now we have a generation of kids that seem to take the insult of being called a chav as some kind of term of endearment.. it's not, you brain dead twat.
Back to the pain thing. If these hoodlums were threatened with punishment by pain, administered harmlessly, say by clinical stimulation of pain receptors (or baseball bat, I'm easy on that score), until such time as they decided that it probably wasn't such a good idea to cause havoc and mayhem where-ever they go, then they may start to channel their energies into something more productive.
Certainly there would be some cause for concern amongst those of a more sensitive disposition.. mainly those who are in charge of our legal system; but if the threat of punishment actually made people cringe in terror then it can only be a good thing.
I remember the days when just the sight of a policeman would make me tremble with fear, and without having done anything wrong. Now they're more likely to be spat at, and chased out of town, leaving a police no-go area for them to thrive in.
I think it has always been understandable that a little old lady may not want to venture out after dark, more from the perception of fear than the tangible threat of it, but even I have found myself checking out the shadows more carefully than is to be reasonably expected. To put that into perspective, for those that may have some false preconceptions about my appearance, I'm a 5'10" and 200lb+ ex-bodybuilder, not exactly what one would consider potential victim material.
So, a short sharp shock (taser stylee) or more "soft on crime, soft on the causes of crime". What say you?
If this isn't controversial enough, I'm sure I can come up with better.
Cheers
Liam
I had an idea.. one which will probably illicit much complaint from the liberal elite. Which in itself is a good thing.
Through the history of evolution (YECs may as well bugger off now) nature has given us, and most animals, an extremely effective sensory capability for those times when we do something that is possibly dangerous, or irritating. Pain. How many people would willingly put a wasp in their mouth? Just the thought of the pain, even if you've never before been stung, is enough to stop all but the seriously certifiable from attempting such a proposition. People will generally not put their fingers near the fast moving parts of your own choice of power tool for the same reason.
Which brings me back to the original point that I haven't in actual fact made yet. We have all these namby pamby outreach muppets attempting to use various modern versions of the old "boys will be boys" adage to explain why thugs are running rampant on the streets of this country intimidating little old ladies, mugging people etc. and all because they know that if they did get caught, some do-gooder would always be there to stand up for the poor little mis-understood soul.
"He was dropped on his head as a baby", (not bloody hard enough, in my opinion) or that there is "..nothing for these lovely children to do in their spare time." That one cracks me up, and I'm sure those of a similar generation as me would smile also. I was brought up in the '70s and early '80s in a small town in the midlands. Money was something that we'd heard of, but didn't see in huge amounts. If we wanted some, we'd go and wash the neighbour's car, or go spudding/ fruit picking (dependant on season of course) and then we could buy a pint of maggots between us and go fishing.
(Warning, I'm about to sound positively geriatric)
We didn't have the things that modern kids take for granted today.. computers, Playstations, DVD players, top of the range mountain bikes etc.etc. We had to make our own amusement. Tennis, where the court was marked out on the ground with chalk.. the prior existence of Lake Mercia saw that we always had an ample supply. A football and an empty car park could amuse us for the entire summer. We had push-bikes, and anyone over the age of 6 could fix a puncture. We'd all arrange day trips, cycling up to Avon Dasset hills for the day.. the oldest of the group promising (and always being true to their word) that the younger members of the group would be looked after.
We didn't have time to get bored, we were always doing something. And now we have a generation of kids that seem to take the insult of being called a chav as some kind of term of endearment.. it's not, you brain dead twat.
Back to the pain thing. If these hoodlums were threatened with punishment by pain, administered harmlessly, say by clinical stimulation of pain receptors (or baseball bat, I'm easy on that score), until such time as they decided that it probably wasn't such a good idea to cause havoc and mayhem where-ever they go, then they may start to channel their energies into something more productive.
Certainly there would be some cause for concern amongst those of a more sensitive disposition.. mainly those who are in charge of our legal system; but if the threat of punishment actually made people cringe in terror then it can only be a good thing.
I remember the days when just the sight of a policeman would make me tremble with fear, and without having done anything wrong. Now they're more likely to be spat at, and chased out of town, leaving a police no-go area for them to thrive in.
I think it has always been understandable that a little old lady may not want to venture out after dark, more from the perception of fear than the tangible threat of it, but even I have found myself checking out the shadows more carefully than is to be reasonably expected. To put that into perspective, for those that may have some false preconceptions about my appearance, I'm a 5'10" and 200lb+ ex-bodybuilder, not exactly what one would consider potential victim material.
So, a short sharp shock (taser stylee) or more "soft on crime, soft on the causes of crime". What say you?
If this isn't controversial enough, I'm sure I can come up with better.
Cheers
Liam
posted by Liam | 7:11 PM
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