Out on D TRAIN...

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Without researching/question the stats. I'd find, etc., going for:

Half a million (reported) burglaries a year. 80% committed by 1000 people, of whom, half are 'inside'. Dalrymple illustrates his thesis with a conversation with a burglar. At least with this criminal career choice? Longer, sooner, resolves how many times, and, crimes. The kind, the population, in the main, fear.

(Some), 'Junkies'; Rob, rip-off, nick, snitch, are violent, threaten, and... Some, do, break in's.

80% of aforementioned 'Junkie Crime' is upon the neighbours and local 'associates'. The 'posh mansion story,' gets the publicity. Sufficient to say, having significant valuables inside our homes, insured adequately/alarmed upstairs, etc.? Diminishes to, eliminates, the risk.

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Rewind:

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Like PC crime?

Total C-19 like, con. Except, the big businesses are forcing us off phones, and to, on-line-everything.

Even, then:

Answer, no, unknown emails/addresses. Nor, open any, 'attachment'.

Get 'Bitdefender,' or, comparable?

And, never, never, answer the phone, to unknown callers/numbers.

That troubled? Get a BT etc., 'Call/leave name first, service'.

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Plantaseed.org.uk/theodore-dalrymple-on-prisons

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Twenty years old, two boys?

One tops the academic charts, one becomes a rap/grime/drill... star.

On politeness and civility:

Is it?

Where you're, from ?

Or;

Where you're, at?

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Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace and there's no goin' back
Highway-patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
:
Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner
Welcome to the new-world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
:
Well, the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
:
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
:
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
:
But the highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
:
Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Mom, I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes, Mom, you'll see me."
:
Well, the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad.
:
Bruce Springsteen, The Ghost Of Tom Joad.

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COMING SEEDS:

Heiko Khoo, and Socialism. Our time together, 2000-2001, on a daily basis, and whenever I'd go to Speakers Corner. Immense communicator, all round, warm man. See him the next time, be like the first time.

The Marx brew?

The value for me, within a region, or local area? Best can, and started with; 'The Ragged-Trousered Philanthropists', (1914).

In the a-political, no-politics, Doll by Doll days? Converted, and 'comrade', by the end of the book.

NY, next.

Politics?

Gentrification.

Start and finish.

Nothing mattered, north of Fourteenth Street. West of Broadway; South, of the Bowery. Not, 110th, 125th,... nuttin'.

The UK was a far off, and forgotten planet we'd come from.

Not a whimper. Something about a war and Argentina was going on? One headline, "Got 'em"(?), and a sinking ship. All I 'member.

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"Say It"

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