you're right, he couldn't complain to Trading Standards
... hence the grassing up.

As for your vaunted secrecy, as far as I can tell the code-of-silence "encouraged" amongst school children largely protects the bullies and other abusive types from discipline ... it does little for the ordinary pupil, and perpetuates abuse of the unfortunate pupil-victim.

There is no reason the dealer deserved to get off scot-free, even if the buyer deserved some punishment. Who did the code of silence protect? What did those other pupils, who knew who the dealer _really_ was, do? Code of silence? But those other pupils are mostly buyers, not dealers.
(haberman is singing in the changes, Tue 16 Dec 2008, 16:15, 1 reply)

How is a dealer a bully or abusive type?
They are businessmen servicing a demand, as I said above. Apart, of course, from the ones that inject heroin into sweets and give them out to get 5 year olds addicted, that you read about in the Daily Mail *rolls eyes*

There is no 'code of silence', it just isn't the done thing. Both parties are participating in something illegal so both should keep quiet about it. If I got searched whilst walking down the street and got caught with weed, I would lie to the police when asked where I bought it from, because I'm not a cunt, and I don't believe someone else should have to suffer because I got arrested.

Back to the actual story, as I stated above it's not even as if the kid got caught with his stash and was forced to give up his dealer's name under threat of expulsion. He went and grassed him up because he was pissed off with him.

Now this is something that's obviously an occupational hazard if you're a dealer, but as I also said, if you sell someone weed, you sort of don't have to mention the fact that the transaction doesn't need mentioning to teachers/police/other similar figures, because both parties know it's illegal, and both parties are breaking the law.

I just think what the kid did was cold, and cuntish, and he definitely comes out of this story worse from my perspective. And I bet all the money in my wallet that his story to the head didn't consist of 'so and so sold me some draw but it was underweight, what a bastard' - I'd imagine something more along the lines of 'do you know what Matt's up to? He's selling DRUGS, the junkie bastard!' *innocent childish smile*

I know who I consider to be most dishonest in this story.
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Tue 16 Dec 2008, 16:27, closed)