London riots: Violence erupts for third day

Discussion in 'World Events' started by Ghost_007, Aug 9, 2011.

  1. Me-Ki-Gal Banned Banned

    that was interesting . Yeah
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  3. Me-Ki-Gal Banned Banned

    You love me . I know you do. Look captain he Called Me God . Oh God . Is that like God you got a big foot print that is carbon . Big foot lives , Sasquatch is a pussy
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  5. Pinwheel Banned Banned

    I was more shocked at Boris Buffon Johnson....don''t worry I'm sure you dont get it.
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  7. Pinwheel Banned Banned

    You can want to train them, all you want. They have to be motivated to want to learn in the first place. And what are these jobs that need to be done? Cleaning streets? Fuck that I'd rather live on JSA.

    In other words people who were motivated to get off their ass and make something of their lives.
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  8. S.A.M. uniquely dreadful Valued Senior Member

    In the post to which you responded I linked to a report which indicated that the government had made certain concessions to students by indicating a cut off point for future salaries below which they need not pay off their student loans. I followed this with a statistic - which I cannot confirm, since I do not know the source - of unemployment in young blacks which is almost 50% [as compared to the general unemployment in young people which is one in five in Tottenham]

    Then you have the austerity measures which can be better defined as "fuck the poor"

    These include:
    Considering that unemployment in black youths is already more than twice that of the general population, how do you think these measures will affect both education and employment in blacks over the next decade or so? Would they even qualify for the student loans? Or any hypothetical training you might want to offer the young?

    Seems to me there is less and less incentive for doing honest work if you are black.
  9. Pinwheel Banned Banned

    Charlie Brookers' take:

  10. Stryder Keeper of "good" ideas. Valued Senior Member

    or make something up for their lives. After all running off to another country you can be whoever you want to be with whatever qualifications you want to claim (as long as they aren't checked)

    That means you can jump from working locally for $20 a week to $200+ a day in another country.
  11. Pinwheel Banned Banned

    Are employers that stupid in the UK? perhaps...
  12. Stryder Keeper of "good" ideas. Valued Senior Member

    There was a film (based on reality) which was made many years back about a Harley Street doctor. Who set up a doctors clinic and wasn't a real doctor, instead he just used a bunch of medical journals/encyclopaedias to get by while raking in money (since it was an exclusive part of London for top notch doctors to be)

    It was obviously back before various types of biometric systems and various checks, however a person can still wander in from the boonies and claim any number of qualifications, for instance imagine claiming qualifications from a college that got hit by a Tsunami where most of the tutors would have died and the paperwork lost for ever etc.
  13. S.A.M. uniquely dreadful Valued Senior Member

    Nothing new to see here:

  14. Captain Kremmen All aboard, me Hearties! Valued Senior Member

  15. Captain Kremmen All aboard, me Hearties! Valued Senior Member

    If anything, the gap between rich and poor is even greater in India than the UK.
    I don't hear you advocating riots in your own country.
    Why's that?
  16. S.A.M. uniquely dreadful Valued Senior Member

    Who is advocating riots here? We see plenty of riots in India and I recognise the malaise that poverty and unemployment creates. I prefer to consider options whereby such riots become unnecessary rather than support a "justice" system based on revenge. I'm not sure what is achieved by pretending that its some new phenomenon which can be resolved by putting unlimited numbers of disaffected young people in prison
  17. Captain Kremmen All aboard, me Hearties! Valued Senior Member

    The sentence for arson, looting, serious assault, and murder needs to be a prison sentence.
    Some of the sentences for minor offences have been excessive.
    And some of the sentences for serious offences which haven't caused harm are also excessive.

    Some of the riots in India were food riots, and I am of course sympathetic.
    Others were religious, born out of intolerance.
    Civil order needs to be controlled, and your Indian rioters needed to be punished too. Fairly.

    I see discussions like the ones we are having here as a way forward.
    People are reading things that they don't get from the newspaper or TV.

    Have a look at the Daily Mail site for a few days.
    The most read newspapers in our country are mainly concerned with show business and gossip.
    This is the next level.
    It's a newspaper taken by some very influential people in the UK who need their news spoonfed, with opinions included.
    Have a look at those opinions.
    I think you will find them interesting.
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  18. Gustav Banned Banned


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    Angry campaigners gathered outside the home of Wandworth Council's leader last night in protest against a decision to serve the country's first riot-related eviction notice.

    And according to protestors, police officers in riot vans and temporary CCTV cameras had been stationed at the property in anticipation of their arrival.

    Maite de Calva, 43, of Francis Chichester Way, in Battersea, was handed an eviction notice last week after her son, Daniel Sartain-Clarke, 18, was charged with burglary and violent disorder during the Battersea riots.

    In response to the move, a group called the Social Justice Collective decided to go to Councillor Ravi Govindia's home in Wandsworth to demonstrate their opposition to the council's decision - with 40 people turning up in the rain at 5pm.

    Spokesman Peter McCann said: "The support from the general public was amazing. The amount of cars driving past and tooting their horns was unbelievable.

    "But the attitude of the police was provocative and almost caused a riot. They had installed two temporary CCTV cameras and it's very distressing if this is going to be the police's attitude towards peaceful protest."

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    As more police arrived, a circuitous route was needed to reach the next destination, British Home Stores. Police had made an arrest at the last protest here, and people were determined that repression of dissent would not succeed. A banner proclaiming PHILIP'S GREED revealed that BHS boss Philip Green had avoided all tax on a £1.2 billion bonus by making the payment to his wife, whose registered residence was in Monaco. The multi-billionaire, whose retail empire includes brands such as Topshop, Topman, Dorothy Perkins, Burton, Miss Selfridge and British Home Stores, has registered his massive Arcadia Group of companies in his wife's name, in order to dodge tax.
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  19. The Marquis Only want the best for Nigel Valued Senior Member

    The Emperor's New Clothes

    "Many years ago there lived an Emperor who was so exceedingly fond of fine new clothes that he spent vast sums of money on dress. To him clothes meant more than anything else in the world. He took no interest in his army, nor did he care to go to the theatre, or to drive about in his state coach, unless it was to display his new clothes. He had different robes for every single hour of the day.

    In the great city where he lived life was gay and strangers were always coming and going. Everyone knew about the Emperor's passion for clothes.

    Now one fine day two swindlers, calling themselves weavers, arrived. They declared that they could make the most magnificent cloth that one could imagine; cloth of most beautiful colours and elaborate patterns. Not only was the material so beautiful, but the clothes made from it had the special power of being invisible to everyone who was stupid or not fit. for his post.

    "What a splendid idea," thought the Emperor. "What useful clothes to have. If I had such a suit of clothes I could know at once which of my people is stupid or unfit for his post."

    So the Emperor gave the swindlers large sums of money and the two weavers set up their looms in the palace. They demanded the finest thread of the best silk and the finest gold and they pretended to work at their looms. But they put nothing on the looms. The frames stood empty. The silk and gold thread they stuffed into their bags. So they sat pretending to weave, and continued to work at the empty loom till late into the night. Night after night they went home with their money and their bags full of the finest silk and gold thread. Day after day they pretended to work.

    Now the Emperor was eager to know how much of the cloth was finished, and would have loved to see for himself. He was, however, somewhat uneasy. "Suppose," he thought secretly, "suppose I am unable to see the cloth. That would mean I am either stupid or unfit for my post. That cannot be," he thought, but all the same he decided to send for his faithful old minister to go and see. "He will best be able to see how the cloth looks. He is far from stupid and splendid at his work."

    So the faithful old minister went into the hall where the two weavers sat beside the empty looms pretending to work with all their might.

    The Emperor's minister opened his eyes wide. "Upon my life!" he thought. "I see nothing at all, nothing." But he did not say so.

    The two swindlers begged him to come nearer and asked him how he liked it. "Are not the colors exquisite, and see how intricate are the patterns," they said. The poor old minister stared and stared. Still he could see nothing, for there was nothing. But he did not dare to say he saw nothing. "Nobody must find out,"' thought he. "I must never confess that I could not see the stuff."

    "Well," said one of the rascals. "You do not say whether it pleases you."

    "Oh, it is beautiful-most excellent, to be sure. Such a beautiful design, such exquisite colors. I shall tell the Emperor how enchanted) I am with the cloth."

    "We are very glad to hear that," said the weavers, and they started to describe the colors and patterns in great detail. The old minister listened very carefully so that he could repeat the description to the Emperor. They also demanded more money and more gold thread, saying that they needed it to finish the cloth. But, of course, they put all they were given into their bags and pockets and kept on working at their empty looms.

    Soon after this the Emperor sent another official to see how the men were ,getting on and to ask whether the cloth would soon be ready. Exactly the same happened with him as with the minister. He stood and stared, but as there was nothing to be seen, he could see nothing.

    "Is not the material beautiful?" said the swindlers, and again they talked of 'the patterns and the exquisite colors. "Stupid I certainly am not," thought the official. "Then I must be unfit for my post. But nobody shall know that I could not see the material." Then he praised the material he did not see and declared that he was delighted with the colors and the marvelous patterns.

    To the Emperor he said when he returned, "The cloth the weavers are preparing is truly magnificent."

    Everybody in the city had heard of the secret cloth and were talking about the splendid material.

    And now the Emperor was curious to see the costly stuff for himself while it was still upon the looms. Accompanied by a number of selected ministers, among whom were the two poor ministers who had already been before, the Emperor went to the weavers. There they sat in front of the empty looms, weaving more diligently than ever, yet without a single thread upon the looms.

    "Is not the cloth magnificent?" said the two ministers. "See here, the splendid pattern, the glorious colors." Each pointed to the empty loom. Each thought that the other could see the material.

    "What can this mean?" said the Emperor to himself. "This is terrible. Am I so stupid? Am I not fit to be Emperor? This is disastrous," he thought. But aloud he said, "Oh, the cloth is perfectly wonderful. It has a splendid pattern and such charming colors." And he nodded his approval and smiled appreciatively and stared at the empty looms. He would not, he could not, admit he saw nothing, when his two ministers had praised the material so highly. And all his men looked and looked at the empty looms. Not one of them saw anything there at all. Nevertheless, they all said, "Oh, the cloth is magnificent."

    They advised the Emperor to have some new clothes made from this splendid material to wear in the great procession the following day.

    "Magnificent." "Excellent." "Exquisite," went from mouth to mouth and everyone was pleased. Each of the swindlers was given a decoration to wear in his button-hole and the title of "Knight of the Loom".

    The rascals sat up all that night and worked, burning more than sixteen candles, so that everyone could see how busy they were making the suit of clothes ready for the procession. Each of them had a great big pair of scissors and they cut in the air, pretending to cut the cloth with them, and sewed with needles without any thread.

    There was great excitement in the palace and the Emperor's clothes were the talk of the town. At last the weavers declared that the clothes were ready. Then the Emperor, with the most distinguished gentlemen of the court, came to the weavers. Each of the swindlers lifted up an arm as if he were holding something. "Here are Your Majesty's trousers," said one. "This is Your Majesty's mantle," said the other. "The whole suit is as light as a spider's web. Why, you might almost feel as if you had nothing on, but that is just the beauty of it."

    "Magnificent," cried the ministers, but they could see nothing at all. Indeed there was nothing to be seen.

    "Now if Your Imperial Majesty would graciously consent to take off your clothes," said the weavers, "we could fit on the new ones." So the Emperor laid aside his clothes and the swindlers pretended to help him piece by piece into the new ones they were supposed to have made.

    The Emperor turned from side to side in front of the long glass as if admiring himself.

    "How well they fit. How splendid Your Majesty's robes look: What gorgeous colors!" they all said.

    "The canopy which is to be held over Your Majesty in the procession is waiting," announced the Lord High Chamberlain.

    "I am quite ready," announced the Emperor, and he looked at himself again in the mirror, turning from side to side as if carefully examining his handsome attire.

    The courtiers who were to carry the train felt about on the ground pretending to lift it: they walked on solemnly pretending to be carrying it. Nothing would have persuaded them to admit they could not see the clothes, for fear they would be thought stupid or unfit for their posts.

    And so the Emperor set off under the high canopy, at the head of the great procession. It was a great success. All the people standing by and at the windows cheered and cried, "Oh, how splendid are the Emperor's new clothes. What a magnificent train! How well the clothes fit!" No one dared to admit that he couldn't see anything, for who would want it to be known that he was either stupid or unfit for his post?

    None of the Emperor's clothes had ever met with such success.

    But among the crowds a little child suddenly gasped out, "But he hasn't got anything on." And the people began to whisper to one another what the child had said. "He hasn't got anything on." "There's a little child saying he hasn't got anything on." Till everyone was saying, "But he hasn't got anything on." The Emperor himself had the uncomfortable feeling that what they were whispering was only too true. "But I will have to go through with the procession," he said to himself.

    So he drew himself up and walked boldly on holding his head higher than before, and the courtiers held on to the train that wasn't there at all."

    - Hans Christian Andersen.

    Now you only need ask yourselves one question.
    Who is the Emperor?
  20. GeoffP Caput gerat lupinum Valued Senior Member

    Because prison should be saved for theological non-conformists.
  21. CptBork Valued Senior Member

    I think community service would be a good start. Whatever damage they caused, the rioters should be forced to more than make up for it with many months removing litter, feces and graffiti from the streets and subways, helping prepare and deliver meals for the truly needy who value food more than cellphones, helping with the works of various charitable organizations by providing the muscle and hard labour. Those who are willing to help undo the damage they caused should receive leniency from the courts, but they should be given the option of prison instead if they'd prefer to fight fellow thugs all day rather than giving back to the communities they wrecked (*insert ghetto hip-hop prison shanking music here*).
  22. S.A.M. uniquely dreadful Valued Senior Member

    I agree with you/

    Now which one of these guys should we send to tell them all this? Who do you pick as the appropriate role model for these teens?

    Or as the Marquis said

    There is a lot to be said for the younger generation pointing out what's wrong with established institutionalised hypocrisy
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  23. Gustav Banned Banned

    i demand.....

    *the unconditional pardon and release of all "rioters"
    *cameron and his cabinet immediately resign and commit seppuku. on tv
    *the monarchy be abolished.
    *england be governed by brussels

    The Buller, as it is known to members, was founded in the 19th century as a hunting and cricket club, but is now devoted to drink and dining. Membership is by invitation only and normally limited to alumni of leading public schools. New recruits are secretly elected before being informed of their good fortune by having their college bedroom invaded by way of a window and methodically "trashed".

    The club's notorious dinners typically involve members booking a private dining room (under an assumed name) and drinking themselves silly before destroying it elaborately. They wear royal blue tailcoats with ivory lapels, and - having made merry - pride themselves in politely paying the restaurant's owners compensation in high-denomination banknotes. One former Bullingdon member, the journalist Harry Mount, has recalled "being rolled down a hill by a Hungarian count". Boris Johnson once admitted to "dark deeds involving plastic cones and letterboxes".

    Yet the "high jinks" that took place on the night the photo was taken (at Canterbury Quad, Christchurch) are up there with the best of them. At some point after the dinner, the group walked through Oxford when one (thought to be Fergusson, though exact recollections differ) threw a plant pot through the window of a restaurant.

    The burglar alarm was activated and police descended with sniffer dogs. Six of the group were collared and spent the night at Cowley police station before being released without ​

    Mr Cameron told him: "I think we all do stupid things when we are young and we should learn the lessons."

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