Sneering, disrespectful, vindictive yobbos are on the rise. Its the way it is today and I saw it coming years ago. Most on here of my age knew what the boundaries were and we knew the consequences of crossing them.
For many years now there has been no physical deterrent. No belt in schools, no quick slap or thumping from a Policeman. Uncivilised as this sounds, what have they to fear? They know the system works in their favour and know how to play it. having said that...
Years and years ago in my youth I was a bit feral and always getting into fights. Generally this was amongst my own peer group and above, but one thing none of us did was abuse or disrespect the infirm, the disadvantaged or OAP's. I was wild, I was jack the lad but knew I'd cop it when authority stepped in. I accepted that, it was part of the "game" and luckily for me only just stayed out of jail.
I grew out of this nonsense when sport/martial arts channelled my aggression (I abused it at first I admit), then when in the army I was scared, really scared, for the first time in my life, when civvy life and a young family meant I worked like a Trojan to feed and house them.
In other words I grew up - but I still had a short fuse for many years which I managed to keep under control most of the time. This earlier misbehaviour and running with the wrong crowd however did pay dividends when I moonlighted on the doors for extra money, as I could spot the chancers and fitted into that "culture" quite easily.
Thirty odd years of being slammed up and down a mat, injury and illness also took its toll and made me wake up to the fact I had to take it easy and wasn't the young thruster I thought I'd been. This took a while to get used to mentally as it was hard to admit I'd aged. Still I had my confidence and no longer had anything to prove as it were.
These days I bimble around quite happily enjoying life, volunteering with the wayward, keeping chickens and not looking for trouble. Unfortunately, trouble has found me on occasion and its been brought by yobbos like Corfe describes.
Had I been able to walk away I would have, but I must admit I've enjoyed allowing my nasty side out on these occasions. It may not seem very civilised, but talking sense to these types is only possible when they respect (fear) you, sometimes violence is the only language that'll get through. I was only ready to listen to advice when I was younger after I'd had a hiding and was licking my wounds wondering what went wrong. It still holds true with younger yobbos.
Did I warn the yobbos I have black belts in Jujutsu, Karate, Judo and Aikido and still run a club locally when they started? Oops, I must have forgotten to mention it in the heat of the moment and they never asked. Did I deliberately "adopt" a persona of just being an easy going middle aged bloke on his way to the allotment? Definitely.
I'm no Bruce Lee but experience made sure I got in there quick and I was nasty with it - I had to be, pre emptive is a lot easier than breathing out of my arrse trying to compete with youthful unboundless energy.
I've had a couple of cautions for having been a bit heavy handed, but on the whole the Police have taken the view I was outnumbered and they picked on the wrong guy.
Luck has played its part though and it might run out one day. In that case I'll just have to wheeze and cough and phlegm them into submission.
Liam
This lengthy post is also available in sarcastic.
If anyone's been adversely affected by the views I've expressed here, I've a box of sympathy in the freezer I can send you, but its probably years out of date.