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War remains the decisive human failure.


A crime has been committed. De Bomford Lane turn off, East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. April 2011.

If you think that Hobart is some serene and peaceful idyll filled with blissful and benign sprits floating around gently hugging each other, THINK AGAIN!

I couldn’t possibly comment on the perpetrators of the heinous act I’ve photographed above, but I suspect that it might have something to do with the kind of internecine war commonly found in groups like the Cripps, the Bloods, Mara Savatrucha, Sureños, the Hells Angels, the Babysittters Club and the Muppets.

The local hardcore exxxtreme posse is the notorious Risdon Vale Boyz. Note the nerve-jangling utilisation of a ‘z’, as this flagrant disregard of the correct plural suffix indicates an exxxtreme challenge to established authority. You see, the breakdown of society begins with importer syntax and sentence construction, it continues through car theft and wilful destruction of authority, and into the kind of anarchy that makes the Hobbesian state of nature look like a CWA knitting circle.

No, lately Geilston Bay has been more like Baghdad, Belfast or Beruit.

No wonder we’ve left town!

Comments

Hi! Kris...
Wow...That's terrible!...The only place you, can find peace is in...

Kris, I agree with the quote 100%...I plan to take a "peek" at the link!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
Roddy said…
Are you going to remain in contact with your one adoring fan? Mainly me!
Unfortunately the idiots are everywhere. I thought I could shelter you and your brother by moving to Tasmania. Alas, no, the idiots have followed me.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, we're still in shock...

Roddy, never!
Roddy said…
Yes, ever. You may have noticed.

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