Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Our local soup kitchen.
Stop me if I've mentioned this before, but we're lumped with a soup kitchen in the square next to our flat. I suppose the cretinous socialists in the town hall think they're being true to the idea of liberté, égalité et fraternité but I'm sick of the gypsies taking a pre- (and post-) dinner piss up against our building. Another was at it when I came home just a few minutes ago. I thanked him sarcastically, but I don't think he understood what I said. There are lots of places in Toulouse they could put this particular soup kitchen, most of them much closer to the social centre where these people get their other hand-outs, so why stick them in the middle of a neighbourhood they would otherwise never visit? I'm sorry, but I don't have a guilty conscience about having made a comparative success of my life and even when I was not as fortunate as I am now, I didn't go and piss up against buildings in nice areas. It's called basic respect and the semblance of an education. If people want to act like savages they should go and live in the jungle.