Young peoples fun spoiled by dickhead.

On Friday night a group of young men decided to test their cars out.

I can empathise, as a young man many many moons ago I also joined others in doing the a similar thing.

To this end the men (and women, the main reason for having the cars in the first place) found a stretch of road far out in the country, making sure that the road was basically untraveled and no houses were nearby so that they would interfere with no-one.

After gathering they were accosted by a member of a gang, a jackbooted storm trooper hero who decided that being in a fast car with a fancy paint job and pretty lights made him 10' tall and bullet proof and determined that the young men should not have fun where they were disturbing no-one.

The boys reacted much the same way most of us would when some dickhead decides to ruin good, honest and harmless fun.

They drove the bastard away.

A person there at the time advised me that it didn't take much, once the bully boy realised his bullying was over in that place he scarpered quicksmart.

Now in a real world the halfwit would have been admonished by his superiors for being stupid and ignorant and taken away from any decision making position until he could prove he was capable of making good decisions.

Not so here.

The police instead went crying to the media, claiming they were incompetent (probably the first true thing coming out of that organisation's press releases for years) and demanding someone else does their job for them and NZ's police state be tightened up to allow them to work towards the joyless, regulated world they so much admire.

The cowboys in their fancy painted cars with the pretty lights meanwhile continue to pick and choose their jobs, taking easy targets every time and ignoring anything that suits them or is too hard.

A good, thinking, intelligent and considerate police force is hard to find.

NZ Police, in Christchurch anyway, has not got close.

They need to try MUCH harder.



NB The detail of Friday night's incident was told to me by one of the young men (not, he assured me one of the bottle throwers) who had gathered to try his car out.

I believed him.