Campbell Live, Christchurch Rentals, Children, Dogs, Tattoos and Cannabis.

A theme of this blog is that we’re living in a semi-police-surveillance state (ie, welfare state), because people are emoting, not thinking about life, and Campbell Live’s piece on Christchurch last night was proof of this as well as the MSM emoting on issues again.

I would normally let The Cactus get the hate mail from the obligatory post below, but she must have missed the program.  Last night's show was centred on how a family would soon be out of their rental home, and couldn’t afford to find further accommodation in Christchurch, ostensibly due to the earthquakes. Let’s look at the family, objectively, with the reasoned eye of a landlord:

Dad had a low paying job  - security guard. (But, yes, at least had one).

Dad was covered in tattoos.

Mum and Dad had four, yes, four kids all under six, in my estimate.

Mum , Dad, and four kids own an Alsatian dog.

Mum and Dad haven’t been thinking.

Before the first child, get your career, or at least your own freehold home sorted so you control your destiny.  That’s the responsible thing. Four kids are hard on any property. And property ownership aside; why not just have the one child, and have the resources to give that child his or her best shot in life? Possibly two children still has a modicum of prudence, but four, in your circumstances: that was mental.

Dad, tattoos all over you like that, pretty much has destined you to low paying jobs, sorry. (See following).

And I love dogs, so let’s add to my dog ownership rules for the clueless: ‘you own a dog when you own a property’, end of; because if you own an Alsatian when you’re renting, you’ve just denied yourself ninety nine rental propositions out of every one hundred. Perhaps just buy guinea pigs, or rabbits until you own your own home.

Then the street group-shot in the piece of those complaining about Christchurch’s high rentals. I'm assuming the two women spoken to were solo mums - because it's impossible circa 2012 not to draw that conclusion anymore - with inestimable numbers of children, and yes, tattoos, everywhere, on those two women and pretty much the whole group. Good lord. Tattoos on fatty flesh overflowing pants, tattoos on hips, tattoos on tits, probably tattoos on kids, that whole fad has become so ridiculous.  When I see someone with tattoos visible all over them it tells me something:  this person’s not been thinking much, therefore, are they going to look after a landlord's property? And off topic now, plus call me reactionary, but I find tattoos aesthetically ugly: moreover, if tattoos and body piercings made people more interesting, then people with tattoos and body piercings would be more interesting. Though getting back to the Campbell Live piece, the opportunity costs of those tattoos, is how many weeks rental? And, of course, for the stereotype you’ve just bought into, vis a vis employment and rental opportunities - or rather, lack of: priceless, you'll probably never be able to afford to move beyond it.

Sorry, empathy for your children, not a lot of sympathy for the adults.

Footpiece: Re Campbell Live’s final piece on the crowd behaviour at the Sevens. Appalling, you won’t find me there. Here’s a thought, replace the vomit inducing booze culture with a cannabis culture, and the vibe at the Sevens would be great, no vomit, or angry young men and women widdling all over the carpark who can’t even stand straight. But no, Nanny State has arbitrarily - conspiracy theories about crony links to an alcohol lobby aside - decreed cannabis be illegal, even a humane medicinal use of it in hospices: it's a binge drinking, Neanderthal projectile vomiting, violent, alcohol culture we're to have. Crazy, but that's life in the Big State where you don't own your life no more, no more.

… Work time for me …