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Yes, walking through Wanchai in the early hours of the morning is really taking a walk on the wild side while the line, “All the lonely people, where do they all come from?” rings in your ear like Quasimodo ringing those bells.
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Old guys with hookers, cat fights amongst hookers, drunks looking a punch-up are things that are no surprise to anyone anywhere in the world and Wanchai and Tsimshatsui are no exception in Hong Kong.
Same with seeing largely very large African transvestites pounding the Jaffe Road streets of Wanchai.
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But what’s emerging as a very bad trend and right under the noses of the local gendarmes are the bovver boys- younger guys with large chips on their shoulders and looking to brawl.
Many of us love going down to Drop near Wyndham Street and grabbing a kebab at 5am at The Kebab House. But this area is starting to become a meeting place for the fuglies of Hong Kong.
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Sure, there are those who have over-indulged, can barely walk and plonk themselves outside the takeaway joint.
What happens next? A Nigerian coke dealer arrives and tries to sell them a gram.
The police say they can’t arrest these vultures. Of course they can and which is why there are plain clothes coppers.
Instead of running around harassing bars and restaurants for breaking stupid sound ordinances, get these pariahs off the streets and outta Hong Kong.
Fuck Human Rights and Refugee Status. These criminals should not be allowed in.
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Then there are the “tough boys” like Dan The Man, an out of work and wired Canadian trumpet player who jumped me from the back, knocked me on the ground, screamed obscenities and then left.
Where were the police? Think the two dears working at The Kebab House wanted to get involved at that time in the morning?
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Early this morning, we saw two Indian punks in front of The Kebab House trying to stare down two expats minding their business.
Why The Stare Down? Who knows, but I burst out laughing when Dude One mentioned that he was from Afghanistan. Yes, and then what? That’s meant to be something scary?
Once calling their bluff, like most bullies, they backed off. They might have had the baggy pants and caps worn back to front, but they were missing balls. Suddenly, their foes were their bros.
(Source: Kiwi Commons)
Hong Kong is one of the safest cities in the world, but I am seeing a dangerous foreign element from bankrupt countries being allowed into Hong Kong.
(Source: Pictures Ese)
All those losers who are supposedly in “finance”, I can take and laugh off.
At least they dress well and hang out at The Blue Bar trying to sell themselves and fictitious jobs with unknown banks in Brazil, Greece and Spain. Spain still has banks?
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But drug dealers sitting on those stairs on Cochrane Street and next to Gekko and the Buddha Bar and opposite The Kebab House and next to Marouche and Drop should be far better policed and driven out of this city along with “Afghan” bovver boys- and average trumpet players angry at the world because of their lack of talent.
Either that, or get ready for vigilante groups that will take the law into their own hands and drive this scum outta town.
(Source: Telegraph)
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