Monday, July 31, 2006



These lot are what we deal with all day long.

Monday, July 24, 2006


Smokin' crack ain't cool man.

I see so much intelligence coming in about class A drugs it makes me laugh at times. If you lot knew the amount of drugs that get out there on the streets every day it would make your toes curl up. Man, someone somewhere is making a lot of moola to spend I tell you.

The trouble is though, that there just aren't enough coppers around to target the dealers and users and the thing perpetuates.

The drug business has got so big and lucrative that it is in danger of eating itself like a big, hungry, crack smokin', fat thing.

The current "focus" is all about reducing and detecting burglary offences, vehicle crime and reducing violent crime and anti-social behaviour. Which is all well and good but the majority of those offences are committed by the smack rats and crack heads looking for the money to get a stone to burn off the foil or a hit of brown. It is colloquially called "ACQUISITIVE CRIME".

The police management and judiciary seem to favour the intervention and treatment/rehabilitation angle. They are no longer supportive of positive police action.
Me and my mates at work think this is shite quite frankly and for us enforcement is the rule of thumb. JAIL is the only option for these people who bring down the fabric of entire communities.

To get busted for cannabis dealing, it now seems you have to have at least a wheelbarrowful in your possession in order to even be recognised as involved in the business. For class A dealing to be proved, it seems you need to find a/ a massive quantity of drugs (preferably in the dealers hand) b/a long line of customers waiting for the dealer to deal and all of them willing to give you a witness statement telling you what they were there for. c/ huge piles of cash, bling, cars, swimming pools and villas in Spain. d/ten mobile phones going off with orders by text and picture. e/ a signed document with lists of names addresses and dates of birth of all your customers thereon and how much they owe you. Even then, the CPS might not charge.

I would tell you about a day in the life of a smack-head/crack head if you were interested? You should be, because there's one looking at your handbag right now, or clocking your fine car to jack or wandering round your street with his syringe in his top pocket waiting for you to go to work so he can empty your house of all the trinkets of your labor. Or the small gold watch you were given when your grandad died, which is the only thing you ever wanted, the one he had since he fought in the war for this great country. Or the old lady, who had her dead husbands wedding ring stolen after being married for 70 years or so.

Priceless things which are sold for a rock of crack, the effects of which normally last less than a minute.

Who's right?

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