The picture of who we are is one of stark contrasts.
Extraordinary good deeds by many of us, while a very small percentage of dropkicks – let’s call a spade a spade – treat our beautiful place like their own personal garbage can.
It’s like looking at a mirror broken vertically into two down the middle.
I am not sure what the percentage would be but let’s say it’s 10 percent, or one in 10.
From dumping rubbish to scrawling ugly graffiti this appalling group of imbeciles – I find it hard to call them humans – feel they can do whatever they like and bugger the consequences.
It begs the question if these are the same renegades who have not changed their drink driving habits despite more than 30 years of the RBT spotlight.
Fed up with the front of my property looking like the start of a new rubbish tip, a few weeks ago I pulled on the gardening gloves, grabbed a couple of rubbish bags and became a garbo for the day.
And have been doing it on a regular basis ever since.
Why am I telling you this?
I promise you it’s not to paint a picture of myself as some sort of community martyr.
Last week, when mining magnate Andrew “Twiggy’’ Forrest announced he would be donating $400 million to various causes, he was asked why he had gone public this time around.
Forest, who had donated before but had done it anonymously, told the media that he had been advised that going public would have the beneficial effect of encouraging others to follow in his footsteps.
So, long story short, same reasoning here for me.
Hopefully, some others may be inspired to get out and clean their own street instead of always expecting the council to do it for them.
Councils, like any governments, can only do so much.
As for the dropkicks, let’s just be grateful that there’s so few of them.
