Rage
When I look around at my local community, talk to neighbours and attend public meetings, I notice a rage simmering under the surface. I live in a rural area that's up to now escaped the worst of the inner-city difficulties of crime, violent gangs, drugs and similar depressing problems. Lately I've been feeling that these troubles have caught up with us out in the country, and ordinary people who normally remain silent are getting increasingly angry about it. The government in it's wisdom has allowed longer drinking hours in pubs and bars, which means we now have groups of troublemakers wandering our streets all through the night, disturbing the peace and smashing things. After recent incidents where members of the public have been battered to death for intervening, we are advised to stay in our houses at night and leave the streets to the thugs. The police and local council seem powerless or unwilling to do anything about it. Meanwhile every criminal seems to h...