Usually it takes someone walking too slowly in front of me at the tube station to really rile me up, but I’ll have to admit, these London riots are just the teensiest bit irritating, and not only because the constant sirens outside my window keep making me lose my train of thought.

The thing that I can’t wrap my tiny squirrel brain around is what it is that is making these people believe in what they are doing. Seems to me, that unless Mark Duggan, the 29 year old father of four who was killed, allegedly by a police officer last Thursday was some kind of fighter for peace, freedom or civil rights for the masses, these riots are seemingly completely purposeless. In spite of the Duggan family publicly admonishing any person who would commit acts of violence or crime in the name of their son and brother, the initial unrest in the man’s local area is almost understandable. Almost. Perhaps the people committing these acts of destruction and violence knew the deceased well and were inconsolably distressed by his death, to the point of inciting riot. It’s not too far-fetched.  I can deal with this. I don’t really believe it, but hooded rioters, this I will give you. But fuck. What has gone on in all four corners of London, and even in all four corners of England since then, just isn’t cool.

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