10/20/18

Be Wary of October; National Roll-a-Drunk Month

October is a month where the prospects for decay present themselves like autumnal leaf colors. For those weak-minded souls seeking relief from financial stress under the influence of alcohol and drugs and without much going on in their brains concerning scholarship or social philosophy October may be enough stimuli to prompt aggressor attacks on drunks.

Bars, taverns and alcohol serving establishment congregate people of all kinds seeking to become a little bit temporarily crazy and stupid with booze. They are therefore likely places for predators to seek victims. The cliche' phrase roll-a-drunk may have developed following frequent, common attacks on inebriated persons stumbling out of eastern booze emporiums.

In a given year there are about 1000 felony aggravated assaults per million people in the U.S.A. October is likely to have a higher than average rate of assault. So if choosing to go to a bar to make yourself more vulnerable to aggressors than usual, and especially if you seem to be easy prey, think twice before becoming dumbed-down with alcohol inebriation.

There are a couple of bright spots in the pattern of felony assault incidence. Since 1990 the national rate has been cut in half. The bad news is that it began increasing during the Obama administration and the trend continues, although the rate of alien crimes has been cut in half during the Trump administration.

https://www.statista.com/statistics/191231/reported-aggravated-assault-rate-in-the-us-since-1990/

A final word; be careful about the sort of establishment you choose to go in to for the dumbing-down inebriation procedure. It should not be antipathetic toward your most outstanding vulnerability features such that criminals would find particularly attractive. Yet one should try to find time to enjoy the crispness of fall frosts and colors where global warming hasn't killed them or set them back to December. And watch the full Harvest moon without booze in the blood.

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