MADPRIEST’S WEEKEND

Mrs MP and myself have spent the whole weekend (except last night when I went dancin') looking for somewhere to live.

Now, I have never understood why people with lots of money get to live in nicer houses in nicer places than people without much money. And I mean that. To me, the correlation between wealth and quality of life is just an arbitrary system that society has accepted (obviously due to bullying by those with lots of money). You might as well allocate housing on the basis of hair colour. It would have the same amount of logic, e.g. none whatsoever.

But there is something even more unfair about the plight of the poor that has really been brought home to me over the last couple of days. The only houses that poor people can afford to live in are in areas full of the socially irresponsible. I saw some perfectly fine houses this weekend but living in them would mean having to put up with crime, violence, anti-social behaviour and driveways that look like scrap metal yards.

The reason for this is because councils in the UK dump problem families in housing areas where poor people live. They never rehouse ASBOs and chavs in that nice new housing estate just built on greenbelt land or next door to where the mayor lives.

But most poor people are socially responsible people and they have enough to put up with in being hard up without having to fear going out in their own neighbourhood because they may be attacked by teenagers in street whilst their house is being burgled.

It has not always been this way. When my grandparents applied for a council house before WWII they had to answer a long list of questions to show that they would look after the property and not annoy the neighbours, before they were given the keys. And they had to promise to follow the rules. If they didn't they would have been evicted, and a lot, lot quicker than that happens today.

I love living among working people. I feel comfortable in such places and uncomfortable among the more wealthy because I've never really learnt the rules that apply when in their company (I just can't seem to get the hang of regarding them as superior to me). But I hate people who crap in their own neighbourhoods. There was a time when such people would have had said crap kicked out of them by a few decent, but capable of extreme violence, local  blokes. But that doesn't happen anymore. We are told that we have to leave such things to the police but the police don't have the manpower or legal backing to sort out the antisocial behaviour that people are no longer allowed to sort out for themselves. So the good but poor hide in their homes listening to the anarchy on the streets with no help from the authorities and the rich barbecue in their nicely kept gardens whilst the few policemen we still employ patrol their neighbourhoods so they are not disturbed.

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MADPRIEST’S WEEKEND — 10 Comments

  1. Oh dear.

    I don’t know what to say here (many conflicting thoughts, none of them helpful).

    Hang in there, MP (and Jane and dogs).

  2. I love living among working people. I feel comfortable in such places and uncomfortable among the more wealthy because I’ve never really learnt the rules that apply when in their company (I just can’t seem to get the hang of regarding them as superior to me).

    You took the words right out of Joe’s mouth. He also feels very much at home with working class people, and he also has problems viewing them as superior to himself, esp. considering there are a lot of things he’s capable of doing that most of the fat cats who live in Bay Hill & Windermere (two wealthy neighborhoods here) could never do. Working class stuff, like operating a forklift or showing him a mad pile of booth parts and saying “build it” and he does, even if the instructions are half Mandarin, half Russian. Things that get one dirty and sweaty and smelly and indicate that one has REALLY put in an honest day’s work. Maybe it’s the sweaty, smelly part they don’t like. Or his calloused hands.

    …the police don’t have the manpower or legal backing to sort out the antisocial behaviour…

    Or the guns (read: “teeth”).

    Or do they now?

  3. PS: I know what chavs are but what’s “ASBOS”? A new type of snake? Women with big boobies? I can’t seem to figure this one out.

  4. Allow me to elucidate Tracie. Anti-Social Behaviour Order.
    AKA the medals you get from the judiciary for being naughty but not naughty enough to warrant incarceration. The principal deterrent for breaking the terms and conditions of your ASBO is a further ASBO. You may be allowed to collect anything of the order of 20-30 of these before some discerning magistrate will eventually decide that something else may be appropriate.

    Dear MP, am delighted to hear of your new understanding.

  5. “but not naughty enough to warrant incarceration”

    Ha! I’d lock up the lot of ’em! One piece of litter thrown on the pavement and it would be life with no parole.