Monday, March 16, 2009
The Wild, WILD West.
So you may have already read my brief review of Cafe Lalibela (below). Just lovely.
It happens to be in Footscray.
Melbourne's western suburbs are a disgrace. An embarrassment to us all.
Would it kill them to put a lick of paint on a shopfront?
Would it kill someone to empty the bins, and cleanup the laneways?
Would it kill them to fix a fallen fence, or to repair the cracks in the footpath?
What disgusts me most about the state of Melbourne's seedy west, is that the bleeding hearts and welfare dependent always seem to have their hand out for more. "Oh why doesn't the council do this?" and "why won't the government do that?" and "Look at ME! I'm POOR!! Gimme, gimme, gimme."
You could start by picking up your own trash.
Then maybe you could mow your lawn and paint your front fence.
Then maybe, you could offer to help your elderly neighbour collect those leaves from their garden, and then, JUST MAYBE, you could make sure your kids weren't down at the bus shelter chroming their heads off.
Then maybe you can start asking for handouts you miserable pieces of filth.
Of course, none of this applies to people from Maidstone, which is a lovely little postcode where the residents spend their weekends commuting between Bunnings and their ever evolving picture perfect gardens. ;)