Graffiti, when properly executed, can be an art form delivering a devastating message on the state of our civilisation.

At other times it just says “Eat my fart”, and that is still – to some – a work of art.

My drive to work took me under a railway bridge where nobody had the heart to paint over MEL LOVES BROS for over 30 years. It’s in the National Gallery now.

Warrnambool Standard: Call for city council to fix ‘eyesore’ building

Councillor Peter Hulin says it is a “terrible indictment on our city if tourists, let alone locals, see the way that we let our city fall down”.

Alternatively, it’s a challenging concept art piece on the intangibility of rectum gas, and a comment on the state of dining facilities in the Warrnambool municipality for a disenchanted youth movement.

And turning up at the site of the old gas works, it’s a comment that works on many levels.

And it’s not just Australia. The struggle is also real in Scotland.

Daily Record: Church warden upset at graffiti on church

You’ve got to admit – it’s a pretty good likeness, although the “God is not real” was probably the poke in the eye which had him running to the press.

And also in Lancashire:

Lancashire Telegraph: Fury as yobs daub racist graffiti on Blackburn children’s pitch

Not only some great “W T F?!” posing by a council official with his standard issue lanyard over a severely deformed Homer Simpson, there’s also all the evidence you need that teenage graffiti artists make the worst Nazis.

A pro-tip for all the KIDS out there: If you are going to flirt with fascism, at least work on your swastikas before you step out with your spray can.

Once you start doing a swastika wrong, there’s no rescuing it, and you might as well spray “My name is Thickie McThickerson, the worst graffiti artist in the land” instead.