Lawlessness seems to be rearing its ugly quite too often of late. The respect of the law sounds too arcane for modern man to follow. He is looking for ingenious ways to get around the man-imposed sanctions. Laws are made to be broken, he says. Perhaps they could be broken as the enforcement is lax or sometimes, non-existent. Many things work on autopilot. Wanting of intelligent life forms, everything operates at a single arc spinal reflex.
A lorry driver high on stimulating intoxicants is let loose on the highways. Sure, he goes for tests! When he is sober, of course. Random on-the-spot are not feasible they say, blaming the logistics. No attempt is made to correct the status quo. Hakuna Matata.
The driver has many outstanding summonses for flouting the traffic. There is a system to hunt down the wrongdoers but nobody cares. He is carrying more tonnage than he is permitted to but he still does. He knows he can get away with it. After all, daily living has become harder but he wages remain meagre. So, he has to make more trips to make ends meet, hence, the stimulants.
His path is blocked by double parking spectators of a football stadium. He has a dateline. With the contaminants in the system and his desire to provide, what does he do? Bad judgement. He drives through scrapping the sides of parked car. Why does he do it? The fear of being reprimanded does not sober his senses. Somehow, even in the deep of the crevices of his grey matter, he knows he can get away.
Why do people double park anyway? Because deep inside they know the enforcement would not catch up with them. The numbers of wrongdoers are too many and the local council is toothless to enforce the law. The loopholes in the system are far too many.
The paper man makes it his call to highlight the state of the nation, in tatters he says. He hopes that by bringing to light the lethargy of the system, the general public would arise from their slumber, to rise to the occasion. Sure, the public respond. In angry letters and sarcastic phone calls to radio stations they do. Their pitch reaches a deafening roar. And it mellows. Shuffling again to silence, deafening silence!
The perpetrator rises to the occasion. Once he is sober, his conscious did prick him. He makes himself for the public to judge. So does the man in blue, as he adjust his look to the lights and camera. Or did conscience prick? Is he waiting for the detectable levels of intoxicants be indiscernible?
The long arm of the law drags itself into synchrony. The public interest is kindled but they already other pressing gossips to indulge in. The few months’ old story of damaged cars, a drunken lorry driver with no valid licence is as stale as last week’s yoghurt. A new crisis has erupted.
People do not notice that the accused got scot free due to technicality issues and bungling by the inefficient prosecutors.
And yet again, another non-event is swept under the proverbial carpet.
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