Oh how I hate drug dealers and users

Well for the past 18 months, maybe a bit longer, the son has been dealing drugs. Without realising it I had been giving him money to buy them, a few hundred here and there, well things came to a head just before Xmas. He revealed he was in debt to them for thousands, and he always had a house full, well 5 or 6 in the bedroom using drugs, going into the kitchen drinking my booze and helping themselves to all sorts of stuff from crisps to even a fry up, if I had it they would take it.

I got fed up one evening that I went in his room to see someone with 5 lines of cokes on a square of tin foil, I pushed him out the way screwed up the coke on the foil and flushed it on coming out the bathroom an axe just misses my face and I go on the attack, before they have chance to get off another swing I launch into his throat a blow that puts him down I know this blow can be lethal so grab him by the back of his jacket and drag him out the door, he tries to ask me to call an ambulance so I say your an ambulance and shut the door locking it behind me and going back to the sons bedroom were I start screaming at the rest of them to get their fucking shit and fuck off! 3 are stoned or blind drunk and it becomes obvious when they get up with the remaining contents of a bottle of MY gin so I scream that's fucking £20 you cunts owe me for the gin and if I don't get the money now someone else will die one of them puts a £20 note on the draws and they all go to the door realise it's locked, I opened the door and they left the one I dragged out the door was barely breathing and one of the two sober ones called an ambulance. he was still breathing, only just, but unconscious when the ambulance got there. they quickly did a tracheotomy to get him breathing and left before the police arrived.

Before the police arrived I opened the door kicked the axe out the door then locked it again. A couple of minutes passed before there was a knock at the door, 2 police officers, I asked what they wanted through a locked door, so I told them all the evidence they needed was outside the door and they wouldn't find my prints anywhere on the axe! they tried the without yours to compare any prints too we will not be able to rule yours out BS so I replied 1981 prints taken after arrest for football violence, try and get a fucking match! they sat outside in the car for nearly 2 hours before coming back and telling me they had matched two sets one my son and two the person in hospital, they said they would only return if they needed a statement from me!

I decide enough is enough and put 5 rules on the sons bedroom door  they were

1. When I go to bed everyone he has in leaves by force if I have too.
2. If he isn't in for meals he goes without
3. Absolutely no drugs or dealers, drugs will be flushed and dealers reported to the police
4. Anyone caught taking stuff from the cupboards will be beaten until they are unconscious and dumped in the communal bin.
5. Anyone removing the sign will be beaten until lifeless and dumped in the river 

I am not the biggest person or the strongest but if I lose my temper you don't want to be on the other end of it when I let fly. A few too many have tried and all have had the shit kicked out of them from football supporters who used to get joy from taking an opposition supporters scarf to people who have just pissed me off.

A few weeks later and I start getting shit from Muslim drug dealers on my facebook page so report them to the local police who do what I expected, FUCK ALL! So then I do the next step report it to crime stoppers after finding out they put a gun in sons mouth. I even mention the two by name who posted on my facebook page, but forget about them trying to find other member of the family through facebook.

DRUG DEALERS AND USERS ARE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH AND THAT INCLUDES MY SON!