Melbourne is most liveable city for gang members and bully unionists

Melbourne has no Gold Coast-style beaches, no Sydney-style harbour and no opera house; it only has everything else. Presumably this is why Melbourne has been named the world’s most liveable city for seven years in a row.

Unfortunately, it also has African crime gangs — you know the ones, the ones that for so long, ­apparently, didn’t exist.

In this town, many people ­regard Victoria Police as a ­pathetic disgrace. Our state politicians are no better. Victorians are caught between the organised criminals and the disorganised wimps. Crime is a useful weapon in the war between the two sides, and in the middle lies the innocent citizen, often dressed in all black.

People who take their shoes off at the cricket or say something stupid and racist to someone on public transport will be arrested quick smart. Then the police are likely to leak the story to the media so the perpetrator can be publicly humiliated as well.

The police media team loves to tweet and brag about the arrests of ordinary people committing petty crimes.

Meanwhile real criminals, such as violent gang members and union-affiliated “community activists” (people who sit in the middle of the road blocking the driveway of a business) don’t seem to get ­arrested at all. And if they do, the judges don’t impose sentences on them that are in line with community expectations.

Too soon they are back on the street, making nuisances of themselves, disrupting people’s lives and commerce.

The existence of the African gangs has been denied for years while the evidence grew and grew. The definition of a gang has been debated and, bizarrely, this debate is ongoing even now. For the typical nanny state dunderhead, it as though there is a formal registered list of gangs somewhere, in some government department, and the African crime gang is not on it.

The African gang members haven’t completed their certificate three in accredited crime gang training, they don’t have their gang licences, they haven’t paid their gang registration fee, don’t hold their gang blue cards, their gang photo ID, therefore it cannot be comprehended that they are a gang carrying out gang activity.

If it weren’t so serious, you’d die laughing. Still, better to die laughing than be cut in half by a ­machete in the middle of the night, I suppose.

Road blockades by “concerned community members” receive police sanction, no matter how much economic damage they cause. There was one just before Christmas that went on for two weeks. A casual worker on the waterfront couldn’t achieve the ­legally required security clearance and was refused any further shifts. Soon after a car was parked across the driveway of the business ­concerned. No one could get in or out, produce sat there, business was suspended.

Police simply took a comfortable seat close by and observed the blockade, which consisted of a half-dozen men sitting on plastic chairs, staring at their phones and chatting.

As long as the people conducting blockades are not violent and don’t say anything racist, the police sit by and watch. Instead of clearing the road so there is safe passage for business, the police allow people to illegally block the road indefinitely, until the company involved pays the ­required bribe to the designated person, while the police look the other way.

This is what happened in the blockade before Christmas. To end the picket, the company ­involved is paying an undisclosed sum to the man so he can sit at home until his discrimination claim is decided in court. This will take at least three years.

Perhaps the African gang members should subcontract their services to the criminal elements of the union movement. Sitting in the middle of the road is pretty easy work.

There is absolutely no risk of getting arrested and, in the longer term, one could end up on the board of an industry superannuation fund or even become prime minister.

Every time the police fail the people, confidence in public order diminishes. Sure, we are still going out to restaurants, but many of us don’t feel safe in the shops, the beach, at public events and even in our own homes. No one is immune from the threat, however remote, of spontaneous violent assault. The elderly, children, heavily pregnant women; we’ve seen them run down in broad daylight and ­viciously beaten.

It is past time that someone says this: Victoria is failing its citizens.

Australians love their big government so much. We’ve been sold on the idea that someone else will pay loads of tax so we can take the benefits. Well, where is your big government now, Melbourne, when your driveway is blocked and you can’t run your business, or when you’re at home at night, lying nervously in bed?

To be thankful for small mercies, at least we don’t have the draconian and idiotic anti-drinking laws that exist in NSW — our ­organised crime bosses would never allow it.