Way back when McCartin Street and Bair Street were virgin bush, a dairy farmer arrived.
He toiled hard and was soon milking cows. Then a builder arrived. The builder built sheds and a house for the dairy farmer and the dairy farmer supplied the builder with milk and cream.
Then a blacksmith arrived and made tools and equipment for the builder and the dairy farmer who in turn supplied the blacksmith with milk, cream and buildings.
Then a council officer arrived. He produced absolutely nothing and was unable to trade and barter with the builder, the dairy farmer and the blacksmith, so to make a living, he charged the blacksmith, builder and dairy farmer rates and licensing fees.
Then a CEO arrived and saw what a lucrative business the council officer had made for himself so he took charge of the council officer and took a large share of his income for the service.
The CEO decided to increase revenue, so he engaged a local laws officer who fined the dairy farmer, the builder and blacksmith if they left their horses to long tied to the hitching rail outside the pub. There was an additional fine if the horses left a deposit while tied to the hitching rail.
The council officer was feeling the pinch so he increased the rates and licensing fees. As a result, the dairy farmer, the builder and the blacksmith were forced to work much harder to maintain their standard of living.
From my observations, things are not much different now in 2016.
Graham Bond, Leongatha.
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