I am giving my little poetic brain a rest for now..probably will emerge later on tomorrow.
For this little post however I want to tell you the disturbing sight Mr. S and I saw this afternoon.
No, it wasn’t both of us naked readers, please get that visual out of your heads.
We went to the local market near us, primarily to purchase some printer ink for Pop and some fruit. I did get somewhat distracted by the honey covered almonds and macadamias and yes I bought a small packet.. as they
are were simply delish!
We strolled up and down the aisles (it’s like one very large open undercover garage) surveying the
crap articles for sale. My goodness such an array of …. and…. can’t really describe the fake jewellery, the illegally downloaded DVD’s and CD’s… where are those pirates when you need them? Oh they don’t actually send pirates 😦 pity Mr. Depp just sprang to mind racing across the foreshore hmmmm, sorry where was I.
Oh yes, the disturbing articles on display in a very large stand, surrounded by a plastic shield were knives (I am so sorry I did not take a photo to share), but I shall be writing to our local paper tomorrow to get an explanation!
We aren’t talking your apple paring knife, or your fish scaling knife or even your swiss army (must have in case get lost in the wilderness knife). We are talking weapons, weapons that dads and their young sons were ogling over. Weapons that teenage boys were pointing at and excitedly saying “Crap look at that one!”
PEOPLE Really…Seriously? How on earth can these be on display and sold? Do we not have enough violence to deal with in our little suburban lives without thinking that Mr. “I want to sell you a new electricity plan”, who comes knocking on our doors, doesn’t pull out one of these instruments of death.
We don’t have wild animals roaming for the need to protect ourselves from them. Our kangaroos are very rarely seen in suburbia. What on earth and more so how on earth are people allowed to sell these in a Sunday market along side your fruit and veg?
It baffles me and disgusts me and certainly gives the wrong message to the “let’s go strolling round the market and see if we can buy a kick-arse machete this afternoon?!”
That’s it – I am done, but I shall be writing our local paper and ask W..T…
Over and out