Just a thought, but bear with me on this hypothetical situationâ¦ I'm walking down the street and pass Tony. I stroll up to him and belt him right in his stupid face. He falls on his arse and I feel really good. Inevitably, plod feels my collar almost straight away. "You can't belt people in the street" says plod. "But", say I "Fatty Prescott did and he got away Scot free. And it was televised. Surely that's really bad?" "Ah, yes" says Plod, "but he was provoked. A bloke threw an egg at him." "Well," responds BedIn, "On a sliding scale of provocation, try this one out. This fool here, lying on his arse snivelling like a child, sent me to Iraq for 7 months. He ensured that I did this shortly after finishing another Op tour. He ensured that me and my soldiers had poor quality kit in insufficient quantities. When our guys were killed he rolled out the usual falsely delivered platitudes and didn't bother to see them come home. He ensured my troops lived in needlessly uncomfortable conditions and that we got no post. When this was mentioned in the national press his staff lied in their response. When our poor equipment was mentioned to his minister for procurement he showed either a lack of integrity or a lack or understanding; either being equally appalling. He paid my soldiers a pitiful wage for their efforts. He squandered their good will, morale and professionalism. And to cap it all the whole shebang was embarked upon on morally dodgy grounds and isn't supported by most of the electorate he purports to represent. What say you, Plod?" "Fair enough. Kick him whilst he's still on the floor. Have one on us and go about your business."