Psychotic Behaviour

 Posted by on January 7, 2008  Add comments
Jan 072008

I wasn’t going to post anything because today I was feeling a bit fed up, but tonight there will be little sleep and I have to share something with you.

In all my years — and they are many — I have never, until tonight, witnessed a random act of violence and must tell you, people, I feel thoroughly sick. Our people don’t do such things. My circle of people take pictures, make drawings, talk shit, sing songs, catch fish, design buildings, fight fires, drive trucks, play music, make tables, write drivel, get drunk, plaster walls, lay bricks, cook food, raise children and tell bad jokes.

But tonight, when our people were gathered at a music venue where some of our very best musicians were playing, and where some of our very worst amateurs were treated with the same respect you’d accord to a recovered Peter Green, a worm inserted itself among the good, decent people.

I saw a man attack another man for no reason and cause real harm. I have never seen such a thing in all my life and I am horrified.


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    Will he be alright?

    Jesus man….will you be alright?


    I see it each and every weekend. What is more sickening is the morbid fascination it holds for most of the onlookers….

    How you doin’ lad? It’s been a while.


    Welcome to the club, Bock.


    Sorry to hear it, Bock. Close up, violence is ten times more shocking than anything Hollywood could throw at us.

    I hope the wounded fellow’ll be OK. Nasty business.


    Not nice. Nauseating. And the lack of familiarity with that situation means most people on the receiving end of that kind of animalistic behaviour just stand there (or fall) with a stunned expression on their faces thinking “huh, this isn’t really happening is it?”. I hope there were bouncers.


    I sympathise. I witnessed a mother with a baby in her arms punch another woman (who happened to be disabled) in the face in an open air carpark day after Boxing Day. It was gut-wrenchingly disgusting in every way. We had to get the baby off her and try to split them up. Hideous. Ugly. Depressing. Shameful. Frightening.


    Bock I hear you…….A very good friend was beaten very badly on New Years day whilst walking home…..he is a hemophiliac and could have been killed. The same people also beat up a taxi driver AND the passengers……

    I’d like to think I’d step in……..but you just don’t know….


    I can’t abide it, yet i see it nearly every weekend and its happened me a few times. A fella i know is permanently blinded in his right eye after a completely unprovoked attack with a stanely knife. He was walking his girlfriend home from the cinema.

    Ah, the joys of Belfast…


    I’m with you. I once saw a man slap his own child across the face HARD in Dublin airport and to this day MANY years later I’m still shocked by it. And years ago in Lesson Street I saw a bouncer on one of the doors get kicked down a flight of stairs for no other reason other than he was on the door than night and a thug he had once refused entry was walking past and cold clocked him.
    It’s really shit. Hope he’s okay, hope you are too.


    No fear of me, kids, but I haven’t yet found out how the victim is doing.



    Sorry to hear about your experience. Witnessing violence up-close can be shocking. The world can be a very brutal place on very short notice.


    True enough. Luckily, however, nobody had a gun.



    I don’t know the details of what happened so I can’t comment on that particular point (and you’ll notice that I didn’t). I wasn’t making a political statement. I was expressing sorrow for what did happen. I don’t relish the idea of violence. It saddens me.

    I do think it has some bearing on the discussion we had on Grandad’s blog, but only as far as the importance of protecting the right of self-defense.


    Yes, terrible, and surprisingly common. I’ve seen it myself, and had to get involved to stop this sort of mindless mayhem on a few occasions and, only for I was so drunk myself each time, I’d have been scared half to death by the madness I witnessed. For my money, I’d say cocaine has a lot to do with it, combined with the old demon drink of course. It seems the two together have a particularly nasty effect on people….



    SandH: Of course. It just occurred to me how much worse these situations would be if guns were freely available.


    Bock: Guns are freely available… to all the wrong people.

    The law seems unable to stop the epidemic.


    Well, I saw none last night, but I guarantee you there would be plenty of them if we legalised them for everyone to carry. Anyway, this isn’t going to become a debate about firearms. I mentioned it in the context of another discussion elsewhere and we’ll leave it at that.


    Bock, I agree that it could have become much worse given any of a number of different possibilities. I’m just glad you and the majority of the people who were there are okay. And I hope the SOB who did it is going to get a long time in a jail cell to think about it.


    It’s definitely not fun to see that’s for sure. I’ve seen this kind of thing enough over the years of my life but I’ve never become immune to this sort of thing one little bit. Makes you think that people are their own worst enemy.

    Hope the attacker gets his comeuppance for his actions.


    Ah Bock, I´ve seen it in varying degrees in the past, it´s always horrific, I´ve felt physically sick on witnessing it in the past and I know that others have seen worse than me. I hope your friend recovers.


    I don’t actually know the victim at all.


    As you know bock, I’ve had the pleasure of standing at the door at a few of those famed “Musique” or underage, no drink discos, alongside a bunch of lads that made my seventeen plus stones look like tiny tim begging, and I’ll tell ya, the shit we had ta deal with, being perpetrated by 15 year olds scared us to the extent that we just stopped running them.

    A pity, but it got to the stage that we couldn’t run the things without fifteen of us and a half dozen professional doormen to guarantee the safety of the other 95% of the 150-200 non offensive kids out enjoying themselves.

    It’s worse it’s getting, and I know it’s a bloody cliché, but I blame the parents and the lack of values instilled in kids nowadays. Without a moral compass, kids know no better, rapidly growing up into the thugs that perpetrate the things like you saw first hand the other night. I’ve always been a proponent of having the parents cover the cost of the damage done by their own, and making reparations where necessary, and then when they have to stay legally responsible for them until they leave the home (or reach eighteen, whichever comes first), ya might see a change in attitudes.

    But then maybe we’ll just bloody return to the famed argument about needing a licence altogether to have kids……


    Zucchini. Well said.



    Hints of “Lord of the Flies”?


    Nnnnh, that reference brought back bad memories of Leaving Cert. English…….

    I hadn’t even thought of that, I was referring to an argument that took place either here or on another blog a while back, Bock can root out the link to the post if it’s here.




    Just talking about needing a licence to have kids, oh mighty one……


    Bock –

    I’m sorry to hear you had to witness such a disturbance…

    I’m a bit pissed at the world this week (like that’s an unusual state), but sometimes I am pretty sure that humans are a really sorry breed of animals.

    I was in New Orleans for the 2000 party…and while walking around the French Quarter with three other people, someone knocked me from behind. My friend and I turn around, and there are five SWAT guys suddenly there, going for the two black men directly in front of us. They hit the guys from behind, and as they hit the floor you could see that one had a Glock and a Beretta, and the other one had a .38 and a big knife stuck in the waistband of their pants. Heather and I made a quick, sideways run for the nearest shop….and those two guys made a quick trip to the nearest store.

    The madness of it all – there were so many folks there that only about ten people noticed what happened.


    As you know I too was disgusted. Our friendly raggle taggle merry makers brought to a stunned stop by the act of a total psychopath. I have been having flashbacks, no kidding.


    Store? Store? I should not write while on drugs.

    I meant jail. Silly me.

    And really people should at least be required to take an IQ test to have sex, let alone have a child.


    Store sounds good enough to me. Warehouse.


    To Eliza

    Just curious about the IQ suggestion, seems to me you might subscribe to the Bell Curve Hypothesis.

    Would the object be to ensure that parents had the appropriate aptidudes to look after the children they gave issue to, or to determine the probable nature of the genetic inheritance.

    Society does tend to make it easier for persons of lesser ability to bring forth the next generation

    any views?



    Could you say that again, in English.


    The bell curve theory held that the least able in a modern society have more children, than the more able in society. If this were so and I dont know that it is, and if intellegince was primarly a function of genitic society, our evolution would regress, and the forth comming generations would be less able collectively than they are now.

    I was simply enquiring of eliza if she required the IQ check as an ascessmnet of the capacity of parents to raise thir children as useful members of society, or to determine alternatively if she were proposing the IQ check to see if the prospective parents were goog brood stock.


    My entire post just deleted itself.


    John – LOL, no not breeding stock. From my own purely anecdotal observations, the people I know who are poor also have the most children. It’s easy enough to make the leap to say “only poor people have large families” and thus supporting, at least on the surface, the Bell Curve. Now there were lots of cultural reasons for this…in the earlier half of the preceeding century. Things like farming, lack of birth control, etc. I look at it and go “my my, the people least able to afford children are the ones having the most?” This leads some people (although not myself) to wonder if we aren’t in some way incenting poor people by dangling economic carrots in front of their noses to continually reproduce (the Welfare Mom of legend).

    It boggles my mind that you have to take a test to drive a car, to scuba dive (legally), to carry a concealed weapon, to hunt, to graduate school…and yet there is no way we could ever design as assessment of someone’s fitness to raise a child. Instead of assessing parental fitness, mental state, and soundness of life, we wait until the child is born and in trouble, and then take him away and place him/her in foster care.

    The whole thing pisses me off.

    Should I sign this “ready to have children and aware that my ovaries are ticking?”


    Bock – sorry for comandeering your blog…


    Would that be a bell curve, John? I’d have thought it would be a very skewed distribution.

    Myself, I’m inclined towards the not-enough-small-wars theory. We send the wrong people to get killed.

    Eliza: You need a licence to have a dog, but you can be a complete numtie and yet be allowed to pop out twenty future muggers, and get paid for it.


    Now personally I am inclined to apply only two criteria in rating people, ther honesty and their honour. Regardless of their IQ I think they will do a good job of most things if they have a high score in each, including rearing children, whatever about proving for them, materially.

    Swift commended honesty as the sole criteria in selecting Minsters, noting that clever men (presumeably women as well) had more complicated vices and that you could neither prevent a minester for roguery by legislation or policing if he were not honest or honourable

    Honour is a gift a man gives to himself


    Ah, John, those are high ideals indeed. An honorable man may be poor and unable to work, but will still continue to father children.

    My ex husband’s brother has EIGHT children. The oldest is 22 and has made him a grandfather twice. The youngest is six. His wife doesn’t work, and he is essentially a low paid civil servant.

    The thing that saves them is that they are heavily involved in the community and their church – in fact, when the oldest daughter got married the congregation put the whole wedding together for her out of goodness, and refused to let the family help or spend a dime.

    But out of all the large families I know, they are certainly the exception rather than the rule.

    Revealing a bit of my deep South background here, but as a twelve year old girl involved in Girl Scouts, we “adopted” a local family one year for Thanksgiving. We collected cans, toys, and clothing for the tykes, and our troup leader loaded us into the car and drove us to this family’s house.

    Our family of six was led by a 22 year old woman. She had her first child at fifteen – he helped her take care of the other four babies. Only two of them had the same father. She had a neighbor watch them during the day while she worked in the carpet mill for $15/hour. They used food stamps when momma’s money ran out. They all slept in the same room.

    It made me realize that I wasn’t as poor as I’d thought, never mind that I didn’t have what other girls had, I was still streets above this poor woman and her family.

    I think of this now and I think two things could have put this woman on a different path: education and birth control.


    Is a woman still honorable, if you are only letting her know of her situational awareness if she’s out walking in the hills..
    But you must be a good person if you hunt animals and if you missed one in the heart, you feel guilty knowing it suffered.
    Honour is a great thing indeed, sometimes you really gotta defend it too.

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