Banter, a beautiful language?

Being in a library can be an interesting experience, you never know what you’re going to get, all the books on the shelves, their knowledge surpassing your own by multiples of thousands, it can be humbling for a man, for anyone.

As you sat there, at the desk, you heard footsteps, light, far from hasty, a tad on the gentle side, you looked up, expecting to see an old age pensioner look-alike, with grey hair and a pair of huge glasses, instead what met your eyes was beauty herself, long black hair, a curvaceous body, her amazing stance setting you back in your chair. In the conversations that followed she did one thing you don’t find many women doing, she bantered, intelligently, ferociously, fearlessly, without backing down, it was an amazing thing to witness, an experience you’ll never forget.

As you left the library you did something you’ve never done before; you made an instant judgement, you imagined her to be intelligent, an expert at flirtatious behaviour, fighting her natural human weakness of pessimism with a wonderful sense of humour, breaking many a man’s heart without knowing it, but in the same action lighting up their world, with candles that could illuminate The Apostolic Palace.

You’ll most likely never find out if she has all those qualities, all those abilities, yes you’ve judged women before and that you regret, but this time you didn’t think of anything negative, and that feeling of only drawing on the positive, was so marvellous, that one day you hope you’ll be fortunate enough to re-create it.

'When standards of decent behaviour fall, the abnormal becomes the normal and people are almost brainwashed into thinking that evil is good.........Someone has to draw the line and it can be done only through the Police......The law is rooted in rightiousness and Christian principle, I have no difficulty about enforcing it.'

Sir James Anderton, Ex Chief Constable of Greater Manchester Police.

Naiveity, food for fools?

'He's a good bloke Joe.'

'How do you know?'

'Well my mate told me he is, and she knows him well.'

'Oh right, she's known him for a while then?'

'About two weeks, so it's alright.'

'Two weeks is a life time, i'm sure she knows him inside out.'

'I didn't ask for sarcastic comments.'

'No one does, i've had girls crying their eyes out on my shoulder, saying that they thought a guy was 'alright', but when they got back to his house all he wanted to do was stick his cock inside of them.'

'He's not like that, I know he's not.'

Sometimes you ask yourself how people can afford to be this naive.

You were naive once, so much so that you thought that no one would ever hurt you, that everyone was happy in this world and that everyone was nice to one another, you soon woke up, you soon realised that life is not all roses and lillies, in fact it is roses then lillies.

It amazes you, to the point of disbelief, that some people are so naive they would call someone they have only just met a friend, or that they would go back to a person's house having only just met them in a Night Club. It is a bad, corrupt, dangerous world, not everyone has the same morals, not everyone lives by the same rules.

'It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.'

Perhaps Alfred Lord Tennyson would like to tell that to some of the people who's spouses have cheated on them, or to those who have had friends betray them coldly. You can guess that he wouldn't get a warm and fuzzy reaction.

In a world where people betray each other with a single action, where violence is just another reaction, where innocent men are knifed in the street, where innocent women are raped in back alleys, in their own homes, by people they trust, it's hard to care, it's hard to be optimistic, it's even harder to sleep.

Sometimes you ask yourself, if God will ever forgive you for what you have done, will he ever forgive others for what they do to each other?

This gives you hope:

"Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you." Ephesians 4:32

Meanwhile...........

At a divisional training session, Police Officers are issued with a new piece of kit, especially for use when dealing with drunk members of the public:

Playing God?

Approximately 46 million murders a year are committed without justice.

A beautiful and unparalleled event occurs, two join as one, a life is created, a life that could one day grow up to be a credit to the human race, a scholar, a doctor, a fire-fighter, an entrepreneur, a nurse, a teacher or even a Police Officer.

You believe that life begins at conception, therefore in your personal view, abortion is murder. There is no way around this, if a mother was to smother her child while her baby was asleep, there would be arrests, interviews, charges, juries, twelve good men and true, convictions and sentences. If a woman was to walk into a clinic and have an abortion, none of the above would happen, as in this case the killing of her unborn child would be legal, to the point of it even not being immoral.

Life begins at conception, and abortion without a life saving reason is murder, walking into a clinic and having an unborn baby ‘terminated’ is pre-meditated murder, she thought about it, she planned to do it, she did it.

You also put another spin on this:

If a woman was to drink alcohol whilst pregnant, and as a direct result of this alcohol her baby was to die, you believe there should be a law where she can be severely punished. If a man was to hit a woman in the stomach, and her baby was to die as a result of this punch, then he should be punished with the same severity.

Because the baby that was alive, that was destined to be beautiful, intelligent, brave and a credit to the human race has been killed, stopped in their tracks, their important and valuable life taken from them.



This child is 22 weeks old, the mother of this beautiful child, this exceptional creation, can still have an abortion, she can end this life, by 'suction or vacuum aspiration'.

There are other outs, other options, other routes, adoption, fostering, even contraception in the first place, to name a few.

'I've noticed that everybody that is for abortion has already been born.' Ronald Reagan

Free will, it's a beautiful thing............

‘She’s a twat Lauren.’

‘Abused as a child, not her fault.’
‘Do you actually believe that shit or are you just being difficult?’
‘I’m trying to see both sides of the story, we have to look into why they do what they do, just sending them to prison and leaving them there isn’t going to help them.’
‘I haven’t got a problem with throwing the bitch in jail, then throwing away the key and sticking food through her letter box at meal times.’
‘It’s like prostitutes, they have issues too.’
‘Yeah like what, where and how to get their next fix? Oh i’ve got an idea, let’s shag random strangers for money, it’s better than mugging people or robbing cars. Or perhaps better still, they could not get hooked on scag in the first place.’
‘Same old Joe, you don’t care about people, you don't take the time to find out why they get where they do.’
‘Tell that to the kid who I helped social services take away to a safe place after his mother and father treated him like a rag doll. He’s worth caring about, for him i've got all the time in the world.’

A quote from 'God's Cop: The Biography of James Anderton' helps to illustrate your point:

'Alive, the 42 year old prostitute had not been a pretty sight. Dead, she made even hardened Police Officers retch........................as the coat parted, so Vera's intestines spilled to the ground, unveiling a madman's mutilation.'

People who perpetrate heinous crimes, of robbery, of rape, of drug dealing, of murder, should be sent to jail, no matter what happened to them in childhood, in adulthood. No one forces them to do what they do, they have something called 'free will' it's a beautiful thing, 'responsibility' is a beautiful word, it's just a shame some people will try anything to avoid it, to be an exception to it, the only way is to force it upon them.

Servants without scars?

You are sat in the station reading an interesting book, when you hear your call sign being mentioned over your airwave, you and your colleague are being dispatched to an address where a woman is threatening to commit suicide.

After a ‘swift’ drive, you arrive at the address with your eyes in the back of your head, your colleague thinks he’s Jenson Button, of course he is. You’ve been to this address multiple times, your colleague has also, so much so that you know the occupants by their first names, and you know the neighbours by their first names too.

You can understand why she would want to commit suicide, she lives in a ‘shit hole’, her neighbours are worse than the Manson Family and she has no prospects, none at all. Her house smells of urine, her television doesn’t work, she sleeps in a bed that isn’t really fit for a human being, no carpets, no wall paper, nothing of value at all, it's hard to see, it's even harder to forget.

Even though you know you should feel some resentment towards her for threatening to commit suicide when it is clear she has no intention of doing so, taking up your's and your collegues time that could be spent on the real victims, on those who actually are in need of help, you can’t help but feel responsibility for her.

Some say that those who actually want to commit suicide, those who actually want to end it all, manage to on the first attempt. Those that fail, those that tell people they are going to commit suicide, via text or phone, or in person, are just attention seeking. The problem with calls to the Police, where people tell control operators that they are going to kill themselves, means that the Police have to attend the scene, to make sure she/he is safe, even if it is the eighth call of the day, from the same address.

'I didn't say I was different or better. I'm not. Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely. Apathy is the solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.' Detective William Somerset, Se7en.