I kind of like this public disorder stuff, to be honest. Reminds me of my youth. For example, here's an excerpt from Wikipedia on the "Long Hot Summer of 1967":
Also, we had some underground groups robbing banks and bombing public buildings: The SLA, Black Panthers, Weather Underground, etc. And of course the Vietnam War was underway, as were the civil rights movement, the women's lib movement, etc. And throw in a couple nasty recessions and things like the shootings at Kent State University, political assassinations (MLK, the Kennedy brothers) etc.
List of incidents of civil unrest in the United States - Wikipedia
Some people worried that it might all turn into an all-out civil war. But the situation never even got close to that point. It takes a lot more than a few street fights to make a real civil war. It was just a bad economy (lots of people laid off and with lots of free time on their hands) and a need on the part of young people to raise a little hell and crack some skulls.
I'm not actively hoping for things to get worse. I like social stability and order. But I have to admit that I kind of get a fun thrill from reading some of the headlines these days. It takes me back.
It would have to get several times worse to rival my youth. But who knows, maybe we'll get there. To me it's just entertainment. As long as they don't riot on *my* block, then by all means send in the clowns.
Some song lyrics about the violence from my youth:
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me
--Peace Frog, The Doors
Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don't need us
--Wooden Ships, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
Sisters and brothers, daddies, mothers standing around crying
When I reached the scene the flames were making a ghostly whine
So I stood on my horse's back and I screamed without a crack
I say, "Oh baby why'd you burn your brother's house down?"
--House Burning Down, Jimi Hendrix
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
Because summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street boy
But what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock and roll band
Because in sleepy London Town
There's just no place for Street Fighting Man! No!
--Street Fighting Man, Rolling Stones