Don’t get sucked in by its perceived beauty. The fact of the matter it’s an old mining town, cursed by the Chinese and it’s full of pricks. Especially, pricks from St Patrick’s College and St Alipius Primary school, where unspeakable acts were performed on kids. I wish I’d never had anything to do with the place. It’s even listed at the end of a movie called Spotlight, starring Michael Keaton. Check it out and then try and defend it. At the heart of Ballarat’s black history lies the Irish Catholic Church. My mother worked in the kitchen at St Patrick’s College and she saw first hand how the boarders there were treated. The stories of not being fed because of petty rules being broken. The boys would sneak around to the back entrance and beg my mother for food because they were still hungry. She saw boys being physically abused for breaking some bullshit rule. She heard the rumours of priests having sex with nuns across the road at Loretto College. When years later, all these revelations about boys and girls being sexually abused by priests started surfacing. Her words I’ll never forget. “ I’m not surprised at all.” I hope the Catholic Church rots in hell. If you want to help people and you believe in God. Join the Salvation Army. They are real christians. That’s where my mother was taught the bible. Taught to help the needy. Not go and confess your sins and hand money over to the richest, corrupt religion on earth. As for Ballarat people. Good luck in the toilet end of the world and don’t defend it. Just accept it’s black sludge of historic sewerage.
I grew up in Ballarat. A town in Western Victoria. I believed in the people and the opportunities it presented. As I grew up there I became talented in a number of sports and as a musician. The only problem was Ballarat is a place that picks and chooses who is successful and who will never be accepted. I noticed the more accomplished and confident you became at something, the more you were cut down to size like a weed they didn’t like or a tall poppy. It’s the birth place of the tall poppy syndrome. I was good at what I did. Really good. The town at the time was run by the rich elite with Catholic and Protestant factions but mainly Catholics who certainly didn’t like atheists like me. Whoever it was and i can name people but I won’t because I have more class and intelligence than that. I hope you rot in hell. Especially, those who didn’t like me for no good reason. The point of this story is if you want to be successful don’t live there and don’t bring up your kids there. It’s not only the climate that’s cold but underneath their veiled smiles, the people are cold too. They’re sheep and sheep only follow. They don’t break new ground. This a town that protected men like George Pell and Gerald Ridsdale. Ballarat has one of the worst reputations on earth. It’s full of ex cons, paedophiles and cliques that will never accept you. Even if you grew up there. If your not part of the right family with years and years of lineage and the right connections, you can forget it. You’ll be ignored and shunned and you won’t be ever trusted. Same applies to a lot of places in regional Victoria but I won’t go into that. If I grew up in a country like America, they would’ve nurtured my talent and helped me. I did get out of that shit hole but by the time I did it was too late. I should’ve moved to Melbourne as soon as I could, like, my friends who did all become successful in fields like music. As for my ex wife who blackened my name and you know who you are. We all know what you did. Should I mention his first name? Bob? You didn’t get away with it. Everybody knows what you did, you cow, and I hope you rot in hell Clare.