Listening to the radio last night, it seems that our new governing class were making themselves known again over the weekend. With a pianist (height not listed) having a finger removed on Dublin’s O’Connell St, riots and carjackings in Finglas and general mayhem in towns and cities all over the gaff, it was nice knowing that our patron saint is, as always, doing his best to drive the snakes back into the country via the dole que.
Over the last decade we have seen a massive influx in foreign workers. Welcome to them, one and all. They have arrived on boats, planes, cars and trains (after the boat, obviously) and got straight to work looking for a job. Knocking on doors with a minimal (if any) command of the language, working hard to work hard, to send a few euro back home or maybe bring the family over so the wife can get a job as a cleaner that will earn her more than the paediatricians salary she is pulling down back home. They came and learned the language, or they came in tens and one learned the language and set the rest to work roofing, or block-laying, or painting, or anything that would give them the pride of a penny earned honestly. Last November two Polish lads came to hook up my Sky TV. The lad who rang me on Tuesday told me he would ring me at eleven on Thursday to arrange a time for the afternoon, would that be ok? I hummed and hawed, Ive been promised things by installation guys before, so I said ya whatever. Sure enough, Thursday at 11 am arrived and my phone rang, for me me to be told to be home at three pm for the lads to call round. I got home at quarter to. Five minutes later a guy rings me for directions. Three minutes after that my doorbell rang. Two happy looking fellas arrived out of a van, get this….
They REFUSED tea because they were too busy.
Then they proceeded to lash into doing their jobs. They took apart my whole TV / DVD / X-Box set up, stuck in a Sky box and hooked it all together, actually making it sound better and somehow my X Box now plays through my surround sound, which it never had done before. They left as magically as they arrived (in good time) so I took the rest of the afternoon off to marvel at a job well done.
Which made me wonder this morning.
Those lads who were going bananas over the weekend, I wonder where THEY were, and what they were doing when those fellas were busting a gut to make sure they did exactly what they promised they would do. I wonder were they refusing tea so they could help make someones life a little brighter through the magic of digital TV? I wonder were they looking forward to falling asleep out of tiredness that night, happy with the thought of another hard days graft ahead of them tomorrow?
Nah. I don’t think so.
The law of the land has failed the scumbags as much as it has failed you and me as much as it has failed that polish lad who got a screwdriver in the head two weeks ago. A very good friend of mine died in a random attack last year and I wrote a rather bile filled rant on it at the time on a forum I used to frequent, some of what I wrote I’m not too proud of, but to be honest I’m finding it increasingly hard to justify altruism towards people who just don’t deserve it. There are people in our country, the country we work hard to contribute to who are quite simply taking the piss. They live with their hands out, get more than I am able to work for and live their lives on the pigs back with a few cans every night because they have piss all to do in the morning, and they are allowed breed with impunity to infect my children’s generation with the same warped sense of correctness that has allowed them to be called disadvantaged. They are NOT disadvantaged. They have two arms, two legs and a head with a working brain inside, yet they seem to think its perfectly OK to let the rest of us do the work and “regenerate” the areas they have spent decades destroying out of plain and simple bad mindedness. I don’t see the logic in rehousing people who have no respect for what they are given. Social housing is supposed to be a leg up, not a handout and if you don’t want a leg up then you should not be entitled to one. Certainly not a second one.
The opportunities are there. There are training courses paid for by the government that can allow everyone to make something better of themselves. The system has failed them only by allowing them to get away with it for this long. The system has failed us by allowing them to act like parasites and make it a normal part of a (badly) functioning society. The system has failed the immigrants by allowing Johnny Skangbag to to accuse them of taking jobs that are only there because the Johnny Skangbags don’t want them. Things need to change and things need to be weighed more in the direction of tough love. You want to eat? Prove to the rest of us that you deserve to.
That rant is below, if your interested. It starts in response to someone asking as to when a particular area turned nasty…
It was never really a nice place. My parents moved there long before I was born, and there were lots of young families being moved in by the corporation. It didn’t really take it long to start falling apart, even as a child there I can remember instances, like the time I was seven or eight and I got kicked in the face by some fucking gluebag trying to steal my bag of goodies on Halloween night, the alcoholic woman who lived across the green from us who used to leave her tiny children out in the rain, the local parish priest ran a community disco to give the kids something to do and the scumbags turned it into an organised war between themselves and lads from ******.The problem with ******** is, and this might not sound very PC but its what I grew up with and what I saw, you had a huge (for the time) housing estate just being plonked there, and people who couldn’t afford their own places were all put there. I realise that this is a case of pop sociology at its core but the fact is that quite a few of these people had problems with alcohol, no job, no prospects and no real sense of the fact that there was anything better for them. So, I saw parents leaving their kids alone, with the eldest (maybe 12 years old) child taking care of the house. These kids grew up, got stuck in the same rut and are still living in ********, having never even been on a holiday, some having never even left Limerick.
We are now in the fourth generation of this, and the Gardai have become so frustrated and the judiciary so ineffective that these kids coming up have absolutely no sense of fear of any consequence. They do what they want, and now the situation is totally out of control. So what are the authorities doing? They are splitting them up. People in ******** are getting moved out due to anti social behaviour. Imagine how anti social your behaviour needs to be to get you turfed out of ********. The corpo wont house them, so they go to the health board who rent houses from private landlords in otherwise nice areas full of nice families with nice mortgages and nice jobs and plop this bag of scum in the middle of them all. And like a particularly insidious cancer, they spread throughout the communities and still live thier consequence free lives in areas where people are too afraid to even call the guards because make no mistake, they WILL make your life a misery for it. The WILL terrorise you and your children, they WILL burn your house to the ground and NOTHING will be done about it. You cant lock them all up. They all have an extended family who will wreak havoc on yours and most people are not the type of people who will go to war against people who have no qualms about burning your car with your children inside it.
So who can you blame? I try to avoid thinking that there are bad people. I try to think that bad people are simply a byproduct of a bad environment. But the more I see, and the more I learn, and the longer I live here and am exposed to this the more I think that some people are just bad, and there is nothing that can be done to redeem them. The longer I look and the harder I think about it the more and more I find myself coming to the same conclusion.
Wall them in, seal them off and if they want anything they ask fucking nicely. If they fuck it up they don’t get a second chance. You are on the street, and if that means your not being able to look after your children then they get taken into care and you don’t get them back until you prove your not going to be feeding them into the next generation of scum.
Desperate measures in desperate times. If your not going to act like a human being then your not going to get treated like one, you fucking animals