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Rampant children will kill us all

Apparently. Knickers being got massively in a twist all over the shop today by the news that Britain's teens and kids are "The worst in Europe." I'm sure you've seen the story so I shan't bother to link it, my laziness is of course due to a breakdown in society and my poor upbringing.

Nothing like a good moral panic to bring the idiots out of the woodwork, my favorite concomitant story has to be Asbos are a badge of honour. The amusing impication being that since asbos appeared on thehorizon things have somehow got worse. I can't help but note that there's no testimony from those kids who, having been asbo'd are having their freedom somewhat curtailed "it's a badge of honour, but a pain in the arse" style of thing (incidentally, check the video link in the corner "British youths caught misbehaving" Oh no! Youths! And they're misbehaving! I'm reminded of the old Bill Hicks skit about the word hooligan not sounding particularly threatening).

So are kids get drunk and fuck more than any of the others in Europe. Of course they do. They're idiots. Their parents are also idiots. The sooner the country as a whole realises that we're mostly a bunch of fat, venal racists, more interested in lovely shiny posessions than anything else then the sooner we can do something about it. Like killing ourselves. Which, in a long haul kind of a way, is exactly what is happening here. Social Darwinism in action again.

The point being lost amidst all this hand-wringing is that if these lot actively want to turn themselves into a bunch of losers, that means all the more opportunity for those of us who aren't. So drink yourselves silly you witless little bastards, at least I know I'll never be competing with any of you for a job.

(N.B. I don't for one second actually believe that teenagers are any worse or better than they ever have been. And I've not had my pocket picked by a Victorian urchin recently, either. It must be a slow news week)

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