My strata council put all their creative might together and constructed a poem for me. They called it an “ode” but I’m thinking it was just a rather elementary way of dressing up libel. Readers might wonder why I would assert the strata council was the author of the piece. Well, aside from the fact the swamp is rife with apathy, the only group abusive enough of the legislation and swamp bylaws to merit direct correspondence from me would be the governing body.
I guess in my mind the “ode” was a signed piece because who else but an inept council would point out their weakness by describing my strengths in an attempt to make me look stupid?
What is important about this piece of work is that it serves as a rather graphic example of why strata needs dispute resolution that is efficient and economical. What the government is sweeping under the carpet of, “Let’s not and say we did”, is the fact that self-regulatory legislation is only as good as the regulators. Even in a small strata complex, power becomes a huge temptation which, left untended, becomes a swamp of tyranny.
I look forward to your comments.