More dirt boxes on Irish transport..... they're like jailbait

Criminal record bait, at the very least.

You give some dirt box a stomping and what happens?

He's probably being provided state care for substance use disorder (i.e. scumbag immunity), whilst we get the book thrown at us for being clean living and productive (i.e. no immediately apparent excuse for violent conduct, unlike them).

These people get away with daylight murder.

As I was listening to this absolute dipstick yell down the phone at the top of his voice about the drugs he intended to use later that night, the violent conduct he engages in (for all and sundry to hear), and apparently the fact he'd shared a prison cell with some violent criminal/gangster type (been "in and out" his entire life according to his loudspeaker voice, aimed for the entire carriage to hear);

And I was just contemplating how the situation could play out. Say I'm on my way to the bathroom and we knock shoulders.

"I'll fookin' burst yis for dat!!"

What am I to do?

The temptation is so great, I feel like Adam with the apple.

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Alright alright, I get it. All things considered it's easy enough to avoid the situation. Just change seats/carriages (which I did after it got to the point I just couldn't handle this illiterate "giving it large" at the top of voice any longer).

It's the principle though. I know I'm like a broken record but someone go right ahead and correct me if they can:

THIS IS A CULTURAL ISSUE!!