What I like about living where I live is that it is secure without being too obvious. It has several kilometres of razor wire, many kilometres of electrified wire, a 12km-long wall, an outer perimeter steel-mesh fence, two dozen security guards who are graduates from an advanced College of Meanness and who are on 24-hour duty, two heavily boomed entrances and (coming soon) entry by finger prints only…
It’s your typical, normal suburban stockade.
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