Don't be fooled by the rhetoric, Jimmy - crime is everywhere. It's in our schools and our morgues, our ferris wheels and our delicious salty snacks. See that front lawn lemonade stand over there? Pretty innocuous, right Jim? Wrong. It's actually a cartel meth lab. This elderly pensioner? Meth lab. That award-winning men's choir? Also a meth lab. Yes, the rancid smell of crime emanates from every ditch and gully of our great nation, eyeing up every loose cent and penny, every elderly peace-loving local and friendly family dog. Why, there is it again, peering in your window, kicking at your loved ones, tearing upon the very Teflon-coated fabric of our society.