:: Sunday, October 24, 2004

dross and scum


Its a truly sad thing. The Oldies are away from home for almost a week and my stereo is still poked. A whole week in which I could have indulged my intense passion for Pink Floyd at an extreme volume and I missed it.

Mind you, Im not missing the bitching and whining, both upstairs TVs and the radio blaring constantly, the endlessly ringing phone or the bloody lift grinding up and down and neither are the kids, if their improved behaviour is anything to go by.

Stress comes in many forms - old people are a large contributing factor.

Today brought a healthy dose of unnecessary stress when Adam discovered early this morning that some thieving lowlife scumbag had stolen his Go-kart. His prized possession, the only thing his pathetic excuse for a sperm donor has done for him in the past 8 years and now it’s gone. It turns out (after a bit of investigation) that some of our non-pink ethic brothers mongrel kids took it from our property, rolled it down the track to the rugby park and left it, and where it went after that no one seems to know.

And Norman the Dickhead Policemen wasn’t much fucking use either. What a complete waste of a uniform he was. Its enough to give our boys in blue a bad name. Oh wait on, they gave themselves one last week when that poor woman rang them from Piha for help and they sent a taxi - or maybe they didnt, no one really knows cos she is missing presumed murdered and might never be found, let alone be able to tell her story.

They were planning a big search for her this weekend. Bit fucking late, hmmm? Useless bastards.

Stressful times for people in lots of ways. Our homes arent safe, our Police won’t do their job and keep us safe. Our lives, once peaceful and mundane are now anything but peaceful and its a hard thing to deal with children who fear noises in the night, worried that someone is coming to steal their stuff or break into the house. Lets face it, our society is screwed.

The more we become a dog-eat-dog world, the less time we have for the little things that count. Like respect, consideration, trustworthiness and integrity, reliability, thoughtfulness and compassion. You know, the little things that really matter. Now, its all about self gratification, pleasures and screw anyone who gets in the way and I caught the receiving end of that yesterday, in a nasty, backhanded and round about way.

When the people you do the most for can least remember your simplest of requests, you know that they aren’t worth the time, the loyalty or the love you give them.

But then, people are just assholes, aren’t they?