These Streets

In case any of you are wondering, no, my blog has not turned into an obituary site. I can't help it if two significant personalities died within such a short period of time. And no, I am not joining the fray of some pointless hype of mourning someone I hardly know. Unlike what I used to do back in Livejournal, I am not even writing a short obituary for the deceased anymore. I respect Steve Irwin for his contributions as a conservationist, though I wouldn't quite agree to his crazy penchant for pissing off rather dangerous animals. I think he deserves to be remembered for his legacy of educating the younger generation on nature.

That aside, a snatch theft just happened right in front of my office just now, much to my horror. I kind of heard the commotion and then saw the two robbers fleeing past my window on their motorbike with a whole mob of angry men in pursuit on foot. Sad to say they didn't manage to apprehend them. It wouldn't be the first time I witnessed something of this sort. Despite that, it never fails to give me a chill every time. The one who made the snatch actually went at his victim with a knife. A stun tactic to get the victim to let go of their possessions. The victim, a lady who works next door was not really seriously hurt, just a minor cut but still, I just think these bastards are going too far. How many times have we heard about people dying after being seriously hurt by such robbers and I wonder if the police are doing enough to put a stop to this menace. It took the police more than half an hour to arrive at the scene. HALF AN HOUR! What were they thinking, that we need counselling services? Doesn't inspire much confidence either to see that over half of our police force look as if they spend their time eating instead of fighting crime.

Some smart alec suggested we should draft the territorial army to assist the police. Just the other day I saw several trucks carrying army personnel. Guess what? They were just as fat, if not fatter than our boys in blue. Seriously, in the event of a real war, these guys are practically walking target barrels. Meanwhile, I think I will feel a lot safer carrying a weapon in my pocket whenever I am on the streets. My boss was mumbling where was his shotgun when he needed it. Left me speechless.