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So I actually picked up (and read) a newspaper for the first time in a long time today. It was only The Sun (so there were some Lolz) but there were a few things that I wanted to mention:

  • Recently there’s been a lot of speculation/discussion about two 11-year-old boys and their [attempted] rape on an 8-year-old girl.

At one point during this trial I’m sure that this girl said that she made the whole thing up – but then again I may be confusing that with another case. The point made in the papers is that these two kids didn’t get sent to a young offenders institution to pay for their crimes. The view was that these kids didn’t know what they were doing, or why they were doing etc. This, in turn, sparks the much bigger issues of: 1) At what age does your moral compass develop and you are of an age where you can tell right from wrong. In the UK the legal age for being arrested and sent to jail/YOI is 10. There were calls not to long ago I’m sure to raise the age in which a child can legally be defined in telling right from wrong from 10 to 12.

2.)The other point made from this is what could have spurred two 10-year-old boys to try to rape someone? The debate out of this leads into the whole ‘living in the age of information’ wherein children are constantly getting sex and sex related ideas blasted at them throughout all the forms of media that they encounter in the everyday (read: internet, television [music videos/ TV programmes etc] even the news reports on sex attacks etc. Porn is another outlet cited to influence children and their behaviours. And with the internet it’s not exactly hard to access porn sites really is it?

3.) These children had to sign the Sex Offenders Register. That would be fine, but their names are only on it for something like 2 1/2 years, which in the grand scheme of life isn’t all that long. I think they’ve gotten away with this very lightly; I’m also in the school of thought that these children don’t really understand the seriousness of what they tried to do. Perhaps there’s a degree of sorrow in all of this – these kids may have a redeeming factor and that they may be able to redeem themselves and become more productive members of society when they grow up.

  • Gigantic RATS.

The main headline for todays Sun wasn’t about the story I mentioned above, but rather the gigantic rat that somebody shot up north. I understand that it’s a shocking story – the rat was bigger than my dog (a Jack Russel – my mum always describes her a the short-wheeled version). It’s really quite horrifying, gigantic rats and all that. There were some suggestions that it was actually something called a coypus – a South African species of rat/rodent. In some of the interviews that the newspaper carried out, people said that they could hear these rats in the rafters of their houses or finding droppings on the cookers.

Question: If you happen to find rat/mouse droppings on your cooker would you not put down traps? Should the traps fail, would you not call in pest control? (And hope it didn’t go as disastrously as in the movie MouseHunt?)

Well, I would for definite. So – are conditions that bad in the northern part of the United Kingdom that people wouldn’t get pest control sorted? Most especially within the family home?

The other suggestion about the size of these rats was a simple one, but considering the size of the rodent I’m not too such whether I’m inclined to believe it or not. People within the UK throw away 8.3 million tonnes of food each year. Perhaps these rats/rodents are expanding, just like the British waistline? It’s possible, but I don’t quite believe it’s quite that simple. I mean, this picture was huge. If I saw something that big in my back garden I think I would run away and barricade my house until someone could come and help me; my dog would be useless in that sort of situation. Although she’s a Jack Russel she is well and truly a tart.

Anyone who knows me knows that whenever I think about going Underground in London I think of the James Herbert book The Rats which I never finished because it seriously creeped me out. It’s a horror book about man-eating rats that inhabit the Underground, and after a nuclear attack on Britain, people flock to the Underground for safety. Cue a feeding frenzy for the rats.

If I lived in the area discussed in the article I would certainly feel inclined to arm myself with an air gun. Or even a real gun… they would scare the living daylights out of me!

  • Raoul Moat’s suicide spot: A Tourist Attraction?

This guy killed and injured a ton of people, and evaded police/armed police/an RAF aeroplane for just over a week (I think). He then shot and killed himself when he realised that there was no way out. Now people are travelling to the site where he carried out his final act, using it as a day out for the kids? I mean, I know this is Broken Britain, but seriously? What is the thought process in that? It’s like honouring him, not consigning him to be forgotten like he deserves.

I don’t understand it. Why would you do it? It’s like idolising the man through history. How can a person wake up in the morning and think that visiting the place that this man killed himself is a good idea? And his family spreading his ashes there? I don’t know…

I think all of these stories in some shape and form show what sort of state that Britain is in today. We need to buck the trend somehow… get things on the up again and mend our country. And it won’t be easy, not at all…