About Criminals
Monologue Edited Script: About a Criminal
I argued with my parents one day and smashed my dad's iPad on the ground and then threw it in the pool outside. I gathered all my stuff and decided to move to Alaska.
At work I told my manager I wouldn't be there next week. I knew this was a bad idea since I had nowhere to stay and had to wait for my last paycheck while sleeping in my car for the next couple of days.
I didn't want to waste any money for this trip so I decided to steal from many different stores and eventually got caught. I was put into a cop car and then sent to jail. When they transferred me into a van they shoved me in so hard I practically fell in. The handcuffs were on so tight I could do nothing but cry.
I called my parents and they eventually bailed me out. I decided I would never argue with my parents again and I was happy to be home again.
Part 2.
Every day the morning papers bring news of dacoities and murders, kidnappings and rapes, hold-ups of trains and hijackings of planes, adulteration of foodstuffs, drugs and even of poisons. All this makes one sit up and wonder whether crime is inseparable from civilized life. We appear to live on an earth of well-dressed gangs.
Men have been barbarians much longer than they have been civilized. They are only precariously civilized and deep within them there is the propensity, persistent as the force of gravity to revert to our first natures. Small wonder that under stress and strain the most civilized people are as near barbarism as the most polished steel is to rust. Nations, like metals have only a superficial brilliancy.
Compared with our wonderful progress in physical service and practical applications, our system of government, of administering justice of national education, and our whole social and moral organization, remains in a state of barbarism.
The wealth and knowledge and culture of the few do not constitute civilization. Shaw has castigated our superficial civilization in words
I argued with my parents one day and smashed my dad's iPad on the ground and then threw it in the pool outside. I gathered all my stuff and decided to move to Alaska.
At work I told my manager I wouldn't be there next week. I knew this was a bad idea since I had nowhere to stay and had to wait for my last paycheck while sleeping in my car for the next couple of days.
I didn't want to waste any money for this trip so I decided to steal from many different stores and eventually got caught. I was put into a cop car and then sent to jail. When they transferred me into a van they shoved me in so hard I practically fell in. The handcuffs were on so tight I could do nothing but cry.
I called my parents and they eventually bailed me out. I decided I would never argue with my parents again and I was happy to be home again.
Part 2.
Every day the morning papers bring news of dacoities and murders, kidnappings and rapes, hold-ups of trains and hijackings of planes, adulteration of foodstuffs, drugs and even of poisons. All this makes one sit up and wonder whether crime is inseparable from civilized life. We appear to live on an earth of well-dressed gangs.
Men have been barbarians much longer than they have been civilized. They are only precariously civilized and deep within them there is the propensity, persistent as the force of gravity to revert to our first natures. Small wonder that under stress and strain the most civilized people are as near barbarism as the most polished steel is to rust. Nations, like metals have only a superficial brilliancy.
Compared with our wonderful progress in physical service and practical applications, our system of government, of administering justice of national education, and our whole social and moral organization, remains in a state of barbarism.
The wealth and knowledge and culture of the few do not constitute civilization. Shaw has castigated our superficial civilization in words