We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Regular people living in the real world never bought the Leftist narrative that criminals are victims. Neither did shrinks, who know how much character matters. Criminality knows no socio-economic or ethnic boundaries.
This is right on the money: Were Liberals Wrong on Crime? It's a sad day when honest, hard-working people who are willing to work two tough jobs to pay their bills and support their families are made to feel like chumps, or worse.
Such good folks are the salt of the earth and the backbone of America, whatever the Manhattan radical chic set thinks of them.
Haven't seen much about which the libbies have been right. In reverse alpha order, welfare, social justice, education, economy, banking,...
Michael Crichton's excellent "The Great Train Robbery" made the same point about 19th C England: it was already becoming clear that much of crime was the result of attitude rather than circumstance. Certainly a truly desperate person, hungry and cold, might steal a blanket and a loaf of bread. There is hardly an American city (or European) where that's necessary, though. There are shelters, supported by a mix of charity and taxes, so that no one really has to go hungry.
Leaving out drug abuse crimes, most thefts and assaults and even murders are about taking what you want because you want to take it, more than because you actually want what you took, or they are about forcing others to obey you.
F/Up on myself: only yesterday morning, I stopped to check on a young man sleeping on a lawn beside a major street. I wanted to be sure he was all right. He told me he was a vet, which might be true, and had just come from a hospital emergency room (he was wearing a bracelet). I asked if I could drive him to a shelter or an agency and he declined. I'm sure he had a similar offer at the ED. What to make of this? The hand is extended and he chooses to walk by it.