I have been studying this matter for some time now, and I can only conclude that people, for all their inherent good qualities, are quite easily led into the paths of utter cuntishness. And underneath it all, they know they are doing wrong, but they still do it. Let me give you a small example:
People have, over the last 25 years, become more and more accustomed to the idea that someone will tidy up behind them. I suspect that my daughter's friends regard me as some kind of ogre, because I not only insist that she keeps her room clean (which same she is actually doing, at last!) but I expect her to clean up the mess she makes around the house.
But if you set foot outside my house, then it becomes apparent that all sorts of people have come to expect that someone will tidy up behind them: sweet wrappers, sandwich packaging, empty bags of crisps and crisp-alikes, empty cans and beer bottles are left on the pavement for the cleaning fairies, along with a heady mixture of gobs of sputum and enormous, vile-smelling dog turds. In the back of their minds, they know it's wrong, so instead of slinging their waste into my garden, the little scrotes instead shove it into the hedge on the end of my property, so that by the end of a week, it looks like a very curious marvel of genetic engineering: a Griselinia Littoralis that has somehow managed to grow beer cans, sandwich packs, a wide variety of Walkers crisps and Aero wrappers: verily, all four major food groups off one shrub!
They fucking know that they shouldn't throw rubbish into my garden, so they fucking don't. But somehow, it's OK to drop shit in the street, because the Caaahncil will sort it out, innit? And if it blows into my garden after they're off the scene, well, it's not their fault, innit? If they stuff their rubbish into my hedge, that's OK, because it doesn't show. And I could pretend to understand, but for the fact that there is a rubbish bin at either end of the street, which is not that long. And if their home is between either end of the street, then why can they not fucking carry their rubbish till they get fucking home?
But that's mostly just lazy kids, well, apart from the cunting beer cans, anyway. Since you have to be visibly an OAP to buy a fucking beer nowadays, I can only assume that the fuckers who are dumping their beer cans in my garden are fucking old enough to know better.
As are the sainted gobshites walking their fucking hallowed dogs every day. Listen, you're fucking old enough to need a fucking walking stick or push a fucking pram while you're walking your four-legged shit machine, FUCKING CLEAN UP BEHIND THE FUCKING FILTHY FUCKING THING YOU FUCKING LAZY FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE FUCKING COUNCIL DOES NOT COME ROUND FIVE FUCKING TIMES A FUCKING A DAY TO FUCKING SPRAY DOWN THE FUCKING PAVEMENT SO THAT YOU DON'T FUCKING HAVE TO FUCKING WORRY ABOUT IT, YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER ARSEHOLE CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!