The
more that I consult the world wide webby thing, the national papers,
metropolitan papers, local rags and the villages voice the more I
have come to accept that I have developed into a cranky cantankerous
old fart that is ready to rebel against anything I perceive real or
imagined is impinging on my personal property and personal space and
personal finances.
Finance
Watch, Petrol Watch, Shopping Watch, Neighborhood Watch and
Whistle-blowing, Carbon Watch, Surf Watch, Community Watch and Wrist
Watch. How many do we need? Is our community so dysfunctional that
someone has to watch out for everything and everybody on our behalf?
Every
aspect of our life is being governed and, it appears to me, by
lesbian bike riding vegan social workers who, because they can’t
get a good root themselves have to try and f.... up our lives. Yes
I’m angry. I’ve had the council tell me I’m a Fire Hazard, my
shares in Tabcorp confiscated because I didn’t have enough of them
and now a Smart power meter which I know is designed to make sure I
pay more for every watt I use. The council wants $5,000 Deposit to
ensure I finish the house I’m living in. My backside is sore
because the Government and the Banks are screwing me. The local
council wants my dog to be registered, carry a plate around his neck
and strapped into the car like ’Hannibal Lecter’, and if I don’t
put my wheelie bin with the handle facing south and 33cm from the
kerb they won’t pick it up. My trees are either too high, too low,
too close to power lines or too close to my letterbox and, too leafy.
Regulators
and their toady employees govern every aspect of our apparently
tawdry lives. We are moving closer towards a police state and I’m
not looking forward to the compulsory marching spectacular to
entertain Kim Il Mayor down at our Replica Railway Station. It is
time that the much vaunted Rights and Responsibilities that the
Government espouses to be put back on to the individuals in society
else we will end up with as watered down version of North Korea and
have to bow low every time someone on a bicycle passes by.
To
top it off all this expenditure by some bureaucrats we have other
bureaucrats costing us money to ensure we don’t waste any money. To
hell with it is the general opinion. It’s not our money.
I
doubt very much if we can ever rid ourselves of under-worked and
wasteful government employees. Would you like to see your job go
without a fight? Maybe this is why the bureaucracy has lasted 50
millennia. Even cavemen had to pay someone a few pebbles to spit
paint on the cave wall as a record of their activities.
Now
they want us to DOB to whistle-blow when we see something going
wrong. All I can say is keep your mouth shut. All of the
whistle-blowers I have ever read about end up on the dole, despise by
the government and despised by employers. Little wonder that immoral
people get away with so much. The government encourages
whistle-blowers (or so they say) and then sets out to destroy their
reputation, their employment opportunities and their family.
Nobody
likes a dobber so the crooks in our society, and I’m talking about
the aristocracy not the criminal class, get away with the unethical
and corrupt behaviors. We have a topsy-turvy society that will frown
upon a misogynist and wife-beater but go and cheer and barrack for
them on the sporting field.
We
idolised Alan Bond while he stole our money, believe that Ned Kelly
was one of the countries greatest citizens (even while he shot down
and killed policemen) and Linton even gave succor to Captain
Moonlight because he left ‘our’
Gold
deliveries alone.
We
don’t like gangs but we won’t do anything, as citizens, about it
we don’t like drugs but we almost condone their use. Hey! Look on
the bright-side one day we might wake up from this nightmare.
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Note:- Yes. Yes. Scout people. We know DOB means ‘Do Our Best’
not ‘Dirty Old Bugger’ as has been ascribed to the writer.
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