Poor People Ain't Like They're Supposed To Be

According to an article in the West Australian last month (Thurs 27th) I live in the only "affordable" shire in Perth. In other words I live in the crapiest shire in Perth, the one that no one else wants to live in. Now I could get all high and mighty about how Jesus walked amongst the poor and all the Christians reading this should do the same by moving into my shire. But the honest truth is if I had the means I too would move away from the poor performing schools, crappy playgrounds, cars doing burnouts and the sounds of AC-DC and Cold Chisel blasting out of the backyard stereo at 2am in the morning.

Although all these things might be irritating my real problem is that poor people ain't what they're supposed to be. Poor people are supposed aware that they are in need, they are supposed to see how that i could help them and they are supposed to ask for or accept my help when i offer it. But they don't. there's as much chance of that happening as you (dear middle class reader) asking for mechanical help from your one bogan neigbour even though you know he completely rebuilt an engine from scratch. The problem is my neighbours and I just don't have that much in common. So it's hard to sustain a chat in the street let alone do anything practical. They don't want my help or my friendship. For now I'll have to settle for being the guy who gives away eggs, can tie a tie for, has a computer that connects to the internet and can print, photocopy documents.