Just when you think we can’t sink any lower, conclusive proof that the country of my birth has finally become morally bankrupt. I don’t want to hear another word from bleating ‘activisits’ about kids making Nike trainers in sweat-shops until this horrendous “sport” is stamped out ON OUR DOORSTEP!
Children, some as young as 5 years old, are being put into cages to fight for the privilege of adults and for betting purposes. Scantily clad models parade around the ring introducing the rounds as they would in a boxing match. This is sick, merciless exploitation, and is CHILD ABUSE by any other name. You’d be forgiven for thinking this happened behind some seedy opium den in 19th century Shanghai, but no – it’s now, in 2011 in a Labour club in Preston. It’s grim up North, all right.
It hit the papers today, and if the Government hasn’t closed it down for good and arrested all responsible by this evening, I’ll want to know why. The fights are organised by ‘professional’ cage fighter Steven Nightingale, a 28 year old moron who cleary has been dealt too many blows to his thick f*cking head. Wake up, you mindless twat! This is utterly wrong. You’re the one who belongs in a frigging cage, preferably Wormwood Scrubs. You’re a modern day Bill Sykes, and what you do makes me sick to my stomach.
Then of course, one wonders about the parents…and you KNOW what they are, probably lazy fat good-for-nothings on the dole, 40 fags a day and a 6 pack of McKewans every night: “Go on my son! My lad’s harder than your lad!” These people should be sterilized. You need a licence to own a dog, but any brain-dead neanderthal can father a child. Any parent that allows their child to do this should be locked up along with the twat who promotes the fights. With any luck, they’ll fight each other and kill two birds with one stone.
If ever I doubted it, the country I left over seven years ago no longer exists.
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