It's a funny old world, this, the world in which we all live.

A world where an individual's own ignorant and blinkered view gives them, as if by right, a platform from which to spout there own brand of venom and a stage upon which they can act out and externalise their inner anxiety and sense of loss and a screen in every home from which they can display and replay the drama of their individual frenzy about dreams unrealised, promises unkept and a future that holds out nothing but more of the same, an eternal action replay, a tape-loop of self delusion, self deceit and -if not mute- then dumb reliance on someone else sorting out what should be someone else's problems.

Whether I speak of the rioters or the 'respectable' ranters is for the reader to decide for themself.