In case you haven’t heard, society in Britain has completely broken down. The morons have taken to the streets, burning and blowing shit up, stealing pretty (and not so pretty) things, and generally making a nuisance of themselves.
After three or so days of explosions across London, there were rumors that the crazy shit was heading our way – and sure enough, at about 10pm last night, just as I was about 15 minutes through A Clockwork Orange, a bit of the old ultraviolence was going on 30 seconds down the road, as cars were torched, bricks thrown through windows, and a hundred or so masked wankers came past us through the streets, heading for the city centre where they were no doubt intending to break and/or steal things.
However, the ‘anarchists’ of Liverpool are children, and also morons. I’m sure they think we’re proud that they worked out that petrol + fire = melty car, but they weren’t so smart about smashing windows of shops and stealing things. Rather than head straight to the Apple Store, or a generic electrical goods retailer, they went to the supermarket, stole some Tesco Value rice, and then set fire to the place. Genius is on the opposite side of the road to these people, pissing itself with laughter. London rioters (read: arseholes) were much better at stealing things, it seems, but also much worse at telling the difference between corporations and family-run businesses or houses. I can totally dig burning a bank or a McDonalds – but setting fire to a store that’s been independent and in a family for three generations just sucks.
Speaking of McDonalds, I heard from my sister, a former Birmingham resident, whose friends saw rioters (read: scumtards) breaking into the Armani store, changing from hoodies to Armani suits, and then making their way into the (closed) McDonalds opposite to cook their own food.
It’s not for any cause, it’s not for any good reason; it’s like Southland Tales meets The Crow, but with significantly lower IQ points.
This is not a revolution. This is the idiot apocalypse.