It’s been a busy time for the bossmen. Caught on the hop as they rest their weary bones on ill deserved vacations they dashed back to old blighty in a right old twirl. Meanwhile the police had managed to get those pesky rioters back under control – and a degree of calm has returned to these troubled shores. But lots of damage done, a cloud on the glittering horizon of next year’s London Olympics, and the reputation of England as a calm oasis in a stormy world under serious threat. After the explosion come the ripples and then the reflection. Why had the riots happened? How did the situation get so out of control? And then – the allocation of blame. Obviously the rioters themselves – caught helping themselves on CCTV, or receiving stolen goods are facing heavy sentences 65% remanded in custody (contrast the usual 10% for comparable crimes). But – does the blame stop there? Or does the responsibility extend a little further?
It’s a fine day here in Cumbria. During the afternoon I usually like to take a break and have a sweet, juicy orange. Before a bit enters my mouth my taste buds anticipate the flavour and kick off accordingly. Like a riot. The karma of delayed expectation not met, built on conditioned values, leads inevitably to uprising. This is not an excuse, not even an explanation. It’s just how things are. Taught to believe in self- acquisition, where the reality is that only the minority prosper, disappointment is only a stones throw away.
So, have an inquiry Mr Cameron, don’t leave a stone unturned in the quest for moral platitude – but take my tip – buy a load of fresh juicy oranges – and distribute them amongst the poor and weedy.