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OPINION:
It's all their fault. You know who I mean.

Nothing is my fault. Let me make that clear. Oh, I might have made the decisions, taken the choices and even gone against expert advice, but none of it is my fault. It’s all someone else’s’ fault. They should pay for it. Oh yes! They should make them pay. I’d make them pay if I could. Because they are entirely responsible for whatever it is.

Like when I stole that money from my company. It wasn’t my fault. If they are going to leave money laying around in their safes, concealed within a accounts room with a locked door, what do they expect? Who could resist? Who, I humbly ask you, could stand firm and not plan for three months, watch the comings and goings, learn the key code and wait until the dead of night to scale the building, disable the alarm and thus make entry, blowing the safe from the wall and taking the money, escaping after a shoot out with local Police? Who? WHO?

It is society which made me what I am. The constant glamour of crime overcame my good sense, and thus I committed to a life of ignominy and devious doings until finally I was caught in a crack den. But it wasn’t my fault. It was society.

Or when I held up that Post Office. Sure, I had the gun, car, balaclava and gloves, but it wasn’t something I wanted to do. I wanted to feel the power of telling people to lie on the floor, to keep their heads down, to demand the money or – and I am ashamed I said this – You’ll get a face full of bullet. And yes I had a good time with the women and the casinos and the drinking, but when they caught up with me, it wasn’t me they arrested, it was society.