If you ask me, anger and hypocrisy have been around for at least as long as there have been people. I have certainly seen it get worse in recent years. Decency is hard to find. Or perhaps I’m right in the thick of it.
Those football fights caused by what we call hooligans have been going on for I don’t know how long. English football fans setting the whole stadium alight, constant brawls among those so-called fans. Fans who wreck entire trains and entire city centres! Shopkeepers who constantly have to board up their windows because nothing is left of the shops. None of those vandals ever pay for the damage. And all because they just have to celebrate or are angry because they’ve lost. Go and celebrate at home and set your own place on fire and smash your TV.
There have even been periods when football matches were played without spectators simply because the fans were wrecking the place and couldn’t control themselves.
Even as a child, I found churchgoers hypocritical; it was more like a fashion show – refusing to sit next to one another, glaring at each other. And then strutting off with their noses in the air. I never saw or noticed any sense of togetherness or mutual love.
In countries where it is permitted to own weapons, these are certainly more likely to be used. Perhaps overpopulation – which is certainly the case in the country where I live – and the vast differences, along with the low tolerance shown particularly towards immigrants, also pose a major problem. Tempers are getting shorter and shorter. One culture is used to taking fate into its own hands or taking the law into its own hands, whilst another group stands by and hopes the government will sort it out, which is not the case.
These days, I find myself thinking more and more often that if I had a weapon, I would certainly use it and wouldn’t lose a moment’s sleep over it. For everyone, there comes a point when all that antisocial behaviour, the chaos, and the bloodletting no longer work. It’s sink or swim, and still: survival of the fittest.