Wednesday 18 January 2012
Its been a while since my last blog... a memorable rant at the late Gordon Brown. But like I said I would only come here for a reason so here it goes. Generally speaking we are in deep brown staff, some deeper that others. But depth is not so much of an issue. Can't float... that's taken up by gravity so you sink. Newton predicted that, so that's cool, you should have known better and got some arm band floaters. The real trouble however is an issue of width and spread. So... you can float... but have no way of knowing where the end is so you drift. You try raising taxes but you don't know how much is too much, you try cutting stuff but you don't know how much is too much, you print some money but you don't know how much is too much. Generally speaking you know fuck all. But you are on telly a lot so everyone thinks you are good, which generally speaking shows that they too know fuck all. So here is something to test your single grey cell normally dedicated to thinking fuck all. Britain is at the tail end of a great historical journey lasting several centuries. The end game started in 1940 and has dropped since, only bolstered temporarily. After every peak the following trough has been deeper and the trend is south mainly created by borrowing from the children's kitty. Yet despite this, none of the great thinkers has ever really thought outside the box. Mainly because the box is so big it doesn't actually feel that you are in it. The NHS Budget is roughly 126 Billion for this year and total welfare 326 Billion that means that we all work for about two and a half months each... to feed the beast. So a considerable amount of our effort goes to trying to stay alive. China India Brazil and most certainly Putin in Russia do not do that, which gives them a great advantage. Their welfare support is based mainly with the family and family wealth looks after the members. We spend around 90 Billion on education and we get fuck all out of it in so far as a significant number of pupils raw out of school are unemployable at a basic level of jobs. Now then, think about swapping the two budgets around and at the same time encourage people to save for their family needs. In a jiffy you have a country which puts education at its heart instead of life expectancy statistics. We may die younger but we may be better educated and therefore more philosophical about it. Thinking outside the box works best when you are able to not only walk outside and look at its shape but have the insight and will to bin it and get a new one. Turn Britain into one massive college were from cradle to grave learning is the goal in life. This means that school, college, university and industry are one entity. Banking is obliged to contribute through taxation and eventually see return through that investment with better staff and better opportunities to invest. Create a self feeding force from knowledge to wealth creation that gives most people disposable income to buy health insurance which if done properly with suitable tax breaks would be preferable to say buying a new kitchen. To do that one needs to think the unthinkable and bury Aneurin Bevan for good.
Saturday 9 July 2011
A Pecuniary Thought on Tax Revisited
They say tax need not be taxing. This is of course a load of old poo.
Whilst in years gone by, you paid your tax for the benefit of less fortunate citizens and then got on with your life, that is no longer enough.
Oh No.
Zealots of all sorts of persuasions now populate government departments and since there is not a lot for them to do, they have meetings and brainstorms. As a result we will soon have a tax for most human foibles. So now tax is about changing your behaviour.
Do you remember voting for this fundamental change of emphasis? I don’t.
Take for example congestion charge. As the name implies it is a charge on congestion, a sort of it does what it says on the tin. Too many people want something, which is finite, therefore one could argue that it can be regulated by some free market mechanic. Fair enough, lets have a go. But the congestion charge is not really that. It is a tax aiming to alter behaviour.
To do this, you need to offer alternatives so that you can wean people off. But that is also a load of poo, because tax is actually institutionalised theft by government.
Marx or Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, I forget who it was, said that all property was theft, well if that is the case governments around the world are all profiting from ill gotten gains.
That battle, Marx and all that, was won in the eighties, which is arguably one of the reasons, why we are now in a headless chicken mess and everyone is trying to save the world. It is a classic case of lack of focus. Nothing like a few hundred olive green pointy thingies with CCCP on their side pointing at some tender western backsides. There was a time when paying tax made sense. Like defence and possibly education. In 1798 Prime minister, William Pitt the Younger, announced income tax to fund the Napoleonic wars. This was despite his belief that income tax was repugnant to the customs and manners of the nation. A temporary measure apparently...
Anyway, I personally like this definition that Tax is a pecuniary burden laid upon individuals or property to support the government. The reason for this attraction is that I find the very rarely used word PECUNIARY fascinating and elegant.
It means, requiring payment of money (Lt pecuniarius). It has a certain demanding quality about it with a hint of menace. The sort of menace you may experience when a letter from the Inland Revenue with YOUR name on it, casually drops through the letter box.
I personally think that all bills should be renamed Pecuniars and the term Bill given back to William. A bit like changing Bombay to Mumbai or Pecking to Beijing. By the way, next time you go for a Chinese meal do dare to ask for Beijing Duck or ask your supermarket category manager for Mumbai Mix... it comes with Kate Adie accent lessons as instructed by the BBC.
Which brings me back to tax in a random sort of way. Did you know that some tax actually costs more to collect than it is actually worth. Much of this stuff is just vindictive, a window dressing of equality camouflaging the great altar of tax waste.
If you work in any sizable organisation, you would be familiar with the barrage of emails asking you to make your contribution towards the latest company target to reducing waste fiscal as well as paper. As always, every little helps, to make the board look good and trigger copious amounts of bonuses.
So why not do the same with the revenue. A sort of, try something new today approach, to every day politics. Every year a modest 5% target should be set, to reduce wasted resource and only after that has been achieved, governments get the opportunity to put forward a budget with tax raising ramifications.
If a chancellor fails to deliver three years running they are off to do some community service a sort of an inhouse ASBO and the next chap has to do it in what is left in the term. That will focus the mind of all concerned.
Collective responsibility with booby trap attached to vital organs. I can’t remember who once said. ‘If you get them by the balls their hearts and mind will follow’. It may have been John Edgar Hoover of FBI fame or President Lyndon Baines Johnson's ? My memory fails me again. Either way, tax will be far less taxing if that was how we expected our politicians to perform.
And I leave you with this thought. Tax has been around for a while but here is an idea
In the 11th century Lady Godiva rode naked through the streets of Coventry in a plea for her husband to reduce taxes. The wife of every financial minister should be required to do the same across Europe and replace the now defunct 1 of May Labour Day during which there was never any labour
Warning: Do not use this text to argue with you Tax office
Whilst in years gone by, you paid your tax for the benefit of less fortunate citizens and then got on with your life, that is no longer enough.
Oh No.
Zealots of all sorts of persuasions now populate government departments and since there is not a lot for them to do, they have meetings and brainstorms. As a result we will soon have a tax for most human foibles. So now tax is about changing your behaviour.
Do you remember voting for this fundamental change of emphasis? I don’t.
Take for example congestion charge. As the name implies it is a charge on congestion, a sort of it does what it says on the tin. Too many people want something, which is finite, therefore one could argue that it can be regulated by some free market mechanic. Fair enough, lets have a go. But the congestion charge is not really that. It is a tax aiming to alter behaviour.
To do this, you need to offer alternatives so that you can wean people off. But that is also a load of poo, because tax is actually institutionalised theft by government.
Marx or Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, I forget who it was, said that all property was theft, well if that is the case governments around the world are all profiting from ill gotten gains.
That battle, Marx and all that, was won in the eighties, which is arguably one of the reasons, why we are now in a headless chicken mess and everyone is trying to save the world. It is a classic case of lack of focus. Nothing like a few hundred olive green pointy thingies with CCCP on their side pointing at some tender western backsides. There was a time when paying tax made sense. Like defence and possibly education. In 1798 Prime minister, William Pitt the Younger, announced income tax to fund the Napoleonic wars. This was despite his belief that income tax was repugnant to the customs and manners of the nation. A temporary measure apparently...
Anyway, I personally like this definition that Tax is a pecuniary burden laid upon individuals or property to support the government. The reason for this attraction is that I find the very rarely used word PECUNIARY fascinating and elegant.
It means, requiring payment of money (Lt pecuniarius). It has a certain demanding quality about it with a hint of menace. The sort of menace you may experience when a letter from the Inland Revenue with YOUR name on it, casually drops through the letter box.
I personally think that all bills should be renamed Pecuniars and the term Bill given back to William. A bit like changing Bombay to Mumbai or Pecking to Beijing. By the way, next time you go for a Chinese meal do dare to ask for Beijing Duck or ask your supermarket category manager for Mumbai Mix... it comes with Kate Adie accent lessons as instructed by the BBC.
Which brings me back to tax in a random sort of way. Did you know that some tax actually costs more to collect than it is actually worth. Much of this stuff is just vindictive, a window dressing of equality camouflaging the great altar of tax waste.
If you work in any sizable organisation, you would be familiar with the barrage of emails asking you to make your contribution towards the latest company target to reducing waste fiscal as well as paper. As always, every little helps, to make the board look good and trigger copious amounts of bonuses.
So why not do the same with the revenue. A sort of, try something new today approach, to every day politics. Every year a modest 5% target should be set, to reduce wasted resource and only after that has been achieved, governments get the opportunity to put forward a budget with tax raising ramifications.
If a chancellor fails to deliver three years running they are off to do some community service a sort of an inhouse ASBO and the next chap has to do it in what is left in the term. That will focus the mind of all concerned.
Collective responsibility with booby trap attached to vital organs. I can’t remember who once said. ‘If you get them by the balls their hearts and mind will follow’. It may have been John Edgar Hoover of FBI fame or President Lyndon Baines Johnson's ? My memory fails me again. Either way, tax will be far less taxing if that was how we expected our politicians to perform.
And I leave you with this thought. Tax has been around for a while but here is an idea
In the 11th century Lady Godiva rode naked through the streets of Coventry in a plea for her husband to reduce taxes. The wife of every financial minister should be required to do the same across Europe and replace the now defunct 1 of May Labour Day during which there was never any labour
Warning: Do not use this text to argue with you Tax office
Friday 8 July 2011
The Greek Crisis and Three Fundamental Mistakes
Over the last couple of years a lot has been said and done with regards to Greece, most of it true and most of it necessary. That said most of it has been ineffective, at times vindictive and will no doubt prove to be disastrous for a whole generation of Greeks who will be paying for the sins of their fathers.
There are some very fundamental aspects which make this Greek drama unique to the country and will require unique and imaginative solutions to resolve it. North Europeans have from day one adopted a tone of voice of indignation and are asking Greeks to feel guilty and mend their ways. Greeks are not Irish, Greeks rarely feel guilty. If you want Greeks to adopt your position you need to demonstrate that there is a benefit to their change of behavior or make them think it was their idea in the first place. This may be seen by some as childish and immature but that says more about their own preconceived preference of how others should behave than any useful insight into the Greek psyche. This is one of the reasons why most measures demanded by the EU will eventually peter out and fail, leaving no beneficial legacy after the pain.
This is fundamental mistake no 1- Inability to inspire.
Another troublesome issue is the way the current bunch of politicians are attempting to bring change about. They are trying to behave the way North Europeans expect them to behave so that audiences abroad can be pacified but as a result have failed to convince the nation as a whole and for this reason the measures are seen as a diktat from outside and to make things worst a German Diktat.
This is fundamental mistake no 2 - Inability to communicate the same idea to two different audiences.
This inability to decipher contradictions or hold two seemingly opposing views also demonstrates the void of historical knowledge that exists between the ears of many so called leaders of the nation. Greece today stands in the same precipice of catastrophe where the Athenian Republic once stood with a choice to make. Fortify the walls of the Acropolis with wooden defenses or take to the sea. We know which one worked but it was not a comfortable discussion between the lazy minds of ancient Athens and the restless intellect of those who believed that failure was not an option.
This is fundamental mistake no 3 - inability to even contemplate radical progressive solutions in order to establish new paradigms for the future.
Tuesday 1 December 2009
Politics and the art of nothing. Some people want a proper game.
Greece lost their first game at the Euro Cup to Sweden. A rather drab affair akin to imitation ancient greek pots standing on some prefab laminate shelve designed by Torgvest a young mertosexual who spends most of his disposable income on 'products'. As in facial products.
This was a game totally lacking passion flair and skill. Sometimes they call these games tactical. Pointless encounters where everyone pretends to fight hard for the shirt mainly because instinct kicks in and survival is the only way out.
Then David Davis goes and resigns apparently for no reason at all after a pointless vote in the commons about something which will apparently get kicked to the longish grass by the peers.
Well some people just can't go through the motions, some people want a proper game. If you don't want a camera in your toilet pan inspecting your waste and then taxing accordingly start playing the game properly. Complain Protest Participate. Its more fun anyway.
This was a game totally lacking passion flair and skill. Sometimes they call these games tactical. Pointless encounters where everyone pretends to fight hard for the shirt mainly because instinct kicks in and survival is the only way out.
Then David Davis goes and resigns apparently for no reason at all after a pointless vote in the commons about something which will apparently get kicked to the longish grass by the peers.
Well some people just can't go through the motions, some people want a proper game. If you don't want a camera in your toilet pan inspecting your waste and then taxing accordingly start playing the game properly. Complain Protest Participate. Its more fun anyway.
A Pecuniary Thought on Tax
They say tax need not be taxing. This is of course a load of old poo. Whilst in years gone by, you paid your tax for the benefit of less fortunate citizens and then got on with your life, that is no longer enough. Oh No. Zealots of all sorts of persuasions now populate government departments and since there is not a lot for them to do, they have meetings and brainstorms. As a result we will soon have a tax for most human foibles. So now tax is about changing your behaviour. Do you remember voting for this fundamental change of emphasis? I don’t. Take for example congestion charge. As the name implies it is a charge on congestion, a sort of it does what it says on the tin. Too many people want something, which is finite, therefore one could argue that it can be regulated by some free market mechanic. Fair enough, lets have a go. But the congestion charge is not really that. It is a tax aiming to alter behaviour. To do this, you need to offer alternatives so that you can wean people off. But that is also a load of poo, because tax is actually institutionalised theft by government. Marx or Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, I forget who it was, said that all property was theft, well if that is the case governments around the world are all profiting from ill gotten gains. That battle, Marx and all that, was won in the eighties, which is arguably one of the reasons, why we are now in a headless chicken mess and everyone is trying to save the world. It is a classic case of lack of focus. Nothing like a few hundred olive green pointy thingies with CCCP on their side pointing at some tender western backsides. There was a time when paying tax made sense. Like defence and possibly education. In 1798 Prime minister, William Pitt the Younger, announced income tax to fund the Napoleonic wars. This was despite his belief that income tax was repugnant to the customs and manners of the nation. A temporary measure apparently... Anyway, I personally like this definition that Tax is a pecuniary burden laid upon individuals or property to support the government. The reason for this attraction is that I find the very rarely used word PECUNIARY fascinating and elegant. It means, requiring payment of money (Lt pecuniarius). It has a certain demanding quality about it with a hint of menace. The sort of menace you may experience when a letter from the Inland Revenue with YOUR name on it, casually drops through the letter box. I personally think that all bills should be renamed Pecuniars and the term bill given back to William. A bit like changing Bombay to Mumbai or Pecking to Beijing. By the way, next time you go for a Chinese meal do dare to ask for Beijing Duck or ask your supermarket category manager for Mumbai Mix... it comes with Kate Adie accent lessons as instructed by the BBC. Which brings me back to tax in a random sort of way. Did you know that some tax actually costs more to collect than it is actually worth. Much of this stuff is just vindictive, a window dressing of equality camouflaging the great altar of tax waste. If you work in any sizable organisation, you would be familiar with the barrage of emails asking you to make your contribution towards the latest company target to reducing waste fiscal as well as paper. As always, every little helps, to make the board look good and trigger copious amounts of bonuses. So why not do the same with the revenue. A sort of, try something new today approach, to every day politics. Every year a modest 5% target should be set, to reduce wasted resource and only after that has been achieved, governments get the opportunity to put forward a budget with tax raising ramifications. If a chancellor fails to deliver three years running they are off to do some community service a sort of an inhouse ASBO and the next chap has to do it in what is left in the term. That will focus the mind of all concerned. Collective responsibility with booby trap attached to vital organs. I can’t remember who once said. ‘If you get them by the balls their hearts and mind will follow’. It may have been John Edgar Hoover of FBI fame or President Lyndon Baines Johnson's ? My memory fails me again. Either way, tax will be far less taxing if that was how we expected our politicians to perform.
And I leave you with this thought. Tax has been around for a while but here is an idea of what Sarah Brown could re-enact to ensure that her husband is truly listening.
In the 11th century Lady Godiva rode naked through the streets of Coventry in a plea for her husband to reduce taxes. Maybe Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath has at last something to look forward to.
Warning: Do not use this text to argue with you Tax office
And I leave you with this thought. Tax has been around for a while but here is an idea of what Sarah Brown could re-enact to ensure that her husband is truly listening.
In the 11th century Lady Godiva rode naked through the streets of Coventry in a plea for her husband to reduce taxes. Maybe Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath has at last something to look forward to.
Warning: Do not use this text to argue with you Tax office
Katherine made me do this!
Katherine made me do this! So here are the rules.Blog only when 12 or more units have been consumed. Blog only to rant. Never blog to inform - it is unlikely that anyone knows less than you do - although many think the opposite. Spelling mistakes are an inevitable fact of life. A bit like casual speeding, it not very elegant but gets you there quickly. No texting style spelling, That counts as major speeding through school zones. I hope you are still paying attention, we are still on the rules bit... it is going to be a long evening this. No blogging unless it is about everyday dull stuff. Why bother otherwise, worthy stuff gets into books, so why compete. Finally blog to break the rules, including the above. Oh one more thing, blogging falls into three major categories, irrelevant digital dust, a rant or propaganda not normally allowed through more regulated media. Diggywiggy -diggywiggy as the name suggests is an amalgam of the lot. So on that note Diggy is the name of my dog. A creature I have come to love and admire very much to my surprise. My surprise was even greater when to my amazement (another form of surprise) I discovered that the very name diggywiggy was already taken as a blog identity. Hence the imaginative alternative of diggywiggydiggywiggy (sans hyphen) a collection of sounds which on a bad day may even pick itself off the cutting floor of an editing suite by the GOONS. Today we discover that it is really easy to obtain a driving licence under the name of Jacqui Smith.
Well what a surprise, someone choosing an anonymous politician to create a potentially criminal home office record. Lets all now rush to get some new and shinny ID cards. 3 for 2 available anywhere on the interweb. Oh well, spare a thought for mr Ken of Londinium. Overnight he has become Ken who? He definitely needs an ID card just so that people can believe him. An Oyster ID even better, but certainly very costly, both in loss of personal freedom and set up costs which will escalate. Now then, I have a much better solution. I am currently training Diggy Wiggy (a bloodhound of some pedigree don't you know) to sniff me out amongst a crowd of myriads. According to hearsay and 101 Dalmatians this method of ID is totally infallible. Way to go. Remember a dog is for ID when all else fails not just for Xmas. Invest in good quality dog food it will pay back when your shinny new ID is taken over by Sergey Roublesofsky from warm Siberia. Simply Food will do nicely whilst you try something new every day after all every little helps. Duffy has just flashed on the TV screen caught by my ever failing peripheral vision which reminds me I must visit Wales the valleys and all that. If you find this train of thought rather disturbing I am getting near to 50 which means things are downhill from here. The word failing will now feature in most of my future medical reports. Which nicely brings me on to a failing government. I saw Mr Brown many years ago, next to another do gooder Scot John Smith. To this day, I have not yet decided who was likely to cause the most damage. Well one passed away without too much collateral side effects. The other sadly got the most influential job in government, running the economy. I often wished the Scot was PM and Mr Colgate run the Treasury things would have been over so much sooner.
Anyway I leave you with this mildly commercial message. This blog has been fuelled by Campo Lindo a Spanish fruit juice of intense colour cherry and a hint of brick and remember Katharine made me do this! Next Blog something on Tax unless Greece retains the European footie cup thingiemigy in which case Diggywiggy and I will by dinning at the Wolesey... yes I know but it is better than eating hats!
Well what a surprise, someone choosing an anonymous politician to create a potentially criminal home office record. Lets all now rush to get some new and shinny ID cards. 3 for 2 available anywhere on the interweb. Oh well, spare a thought for mr Ken of Londinium. Overnight he has become Ken who? He definitely needs an ID card just so that people can believe him. An Oyster ID even better, but certainly very costly, both in loss of personal freedom and set up costs which will escalate. Now then, I have a much better solution. I am currently training Diggy Wiggy (a bloodhound of some pedigree don't you know) to sniff me out amongst a crowd of myriads. According to hearsay and 101 Dalmatians this method of ID is totally infallible. Way to go. Remember a dog is for ID when all else fails not just for Xmas. Invest in good quality dog food it will pay back when your shinny new ID is taken over by Sergey Roublesofsky from warm Siberia. Simply Food will do nicely whilst you try something new every day after all every little helps. Duffy has just flashed on the TV screen caught by my ever failing peripheral vision which reminds me I must visit Wales the valleys and all that. If you find this train of thought rather disturbing I am getting near to 50 which means things are downhill from here. The word failing will now feature in most of my future medical reports. Which nicely brings me on to a failing government. I saw Mr Brown many years ago, next to another do gooder Scot John Smith. To this day, I have not yet decided who was likely to cause the most damage. Well one passed away without too much collateral side effects. The other sadly got the most influential job in government, running the economy. I often wished the Scot was PM and Mr Colgate run the Treasury things would have been over so much sooner.
Anyway I leave you with this mildly commercial message. This blog has been fuelled by Campo Lindo a Spanish fruit juice of intense colour cherry and a hint of brick and remember Katharine made me do this! Next Blog something on Tax unless Greece retains the European footie cup thingiemigy in which case Diggywiggy and I will by dinning at the Wolesey... yes I know but it is better than eating hats!
Uncontrolled taxation and common diarrhoea as a form of government
Most people are affected by diarrhoea or taxation at some time in their lives.
It is often accompanied by stomach pains, feeling sick and vomiting, usually at pre budget statements or any time Gordon farts.
It is usually due to consumption of drinking water contaminated with bacteria, excessive demands of hard earned cash demanded with malice, undercooked meat and eggs, undercooked policies or inadequate kitchen and cabinet hygiene.
In other words, an infection. This can lead to severe dehydration low cash flow and on severe occasions death of the individual or the economy.
Take Imodium I here you say, indeed I say. Give the bastard a scotch egg and send him to the other side of the wall to shut him up... but to no avail.
The brown stuff keeps oozing out. As recently as earlier this week the big blob let more methane escape from its uncontrolled bowels. Gordon mate when will you learn to say as little as possible. Supermarkets must stop offering offers... ok then, lets think this through a bit...
If supermarkets stop bulk offers in whatever form 3 for 2 etc economies of scale will be affected, resulting in more expensive food..doh.. in addition if you didn't buy as much every time you went you will need to go there more often doh.. and therefore increasing your travel mileage and fuel consumption doh... so a family with an average income are going to be loosing out on an number of fronts.
Fantastic!
But Gordon, wait, I think, I can spot your floating plan in this vortex of madness; Admittedly, it is apparent only when you make the connection with the next bit of loose stool further down the green and pleasant lawn. The tax on fuel.
You see the more you have to go to the supermarket the more fuel you use and the more tax you collect...boom boom. Next thing we know we can only buy what we can carry and to be fair to the third world you must only do it buy carrying on your head.
Anyway whilst all this was floating over from across the Pacific basin, the yapping yorkie fron Castelford was on TV.
Ed Balls Up's other half, Yvette Cooper, came to our screen to tell us there was a Plan... to save us from peril which apparently is the fault of the globe and our own bad behaviour. Very evangelical I thought.
Repent and you will be Saved.
Praise the Lord Gordon for he shall provide... but not a lot and not soon...
She said there is a plan for the medium to long term and the condition of the cycle must be met but no one can tell us when did the cycle start. Was it ten years ago or last Tuesday. A bout of diarrhoea smeared the screen as Jeremy Paxman tried to provide the poor creature with some Imodium but alas it did not work. The yorkie soiled the lawn and left.
We are by now covered in runny pooh and low and behold more emerges as we speak. The Road Tax details have suddenly emerged. The majority of motorists will NOT benefit. This is symmetrically opposite to what Gordon said last time.
But this time someone was listening so the shit has hit the fan and the the brown staff will be flying around for a while.
More recently that earlier this week GB -less of great and more of little britain -went on the BBC in some supine little programme with lightweight Islingtonites to project his stiff lighthearted personality. Amongst other utterings he also said something that actually agree with.
The Elgin Marbles should be nailed to the wall of the British Museum. Now I suspect this was as sign of Scottish solidarity. Elgin I believe was a Scott and even if he wasn't there is a place called Elgin north of Adrian's Wall but more than likely because no self respecting Scott would ever give anything back if it was paid for and the Marbles where paid for.
The fault actually lies with Turks who sold them to Elgin but hey mustn't let political correctness get in the way of good myth. Anyway as always I digress so back to nailing...
The only thing that should be nailed to the wall is Gordon Brown for the simple reason that in that last ten years he has been less than prudent. No savings for a rainy day, no advice that borrowing too much is not a bright idea, no help to old fashion minded savers, yes to allowing vast sections of the population opiate on credit whilst he skimmed the cream of profits and VAT, too many on the public payroll doing too little and driving productivity down, too many taxes making the economy less competitive and the public sector lazy in the mistaken belief that the there is plenty more where that came from... Until, it no longer did...
Pay back Gordon... Scotland is a great place to retire unless Alex Salmond is taxing you. Goodnight and bad luck.
And I leave you with this little symmetry of irony. In his later years, Elgin suffered from syphilis, which ate into his nose so at some point his face resembled the broken faces of the statuary from the east pediment as is currently on display in the British Museum.
It is often accompanied by stomach pains, feeling sick and vomiting, usually at pre budget statements or any time Gordon farts.
It is usually due to consumption of drinking water contaminated with bacteria, excessive demands of hard earned cash demanded with malice, undercooked meat and eggs, undercooked policies or inadequate kitchen and cabinet hygiene.
In other words, an infection. This can lead to severe dehydration low cash flow and on severe occasions death of the individual or the economy.
Take Imodium I here you say, indeed I say. Give the bastard a scotch egg and send him to the other side of the wall to shut him up... but to no avail.
The brown stuff keeps oozing out. As recently as earlier this week the big blob let more methane escape from its uncontrolled bowels. Gordon mate when will you learn to say as little as possible. Supermarkets must stop offering offers... ok then, lets think this through a bit...
If supermarkets stop bulk offers in whatever form 3 for 2 etc economies of scale will be affected, resulting in more expensive food..doh.. in addition if you didn't buy as much every time you went you will need to go there more often doh.. and therefore increasing your travel mileage and fuel consumption doh... so a family with an average income are going to be loosing out on an number of fronts.
Fantastic!
But Gordon, wait, I think, I can spot your floating plan in this vortex of madness; Admittedly, it is apparent only when you make the connection with the next bit of loose stool further down the green and pleasant lawn. The tax on fuel.
You see the more you have to go to the supermarket the more fuel you use and the more tax you collect...boom boom. Next thing we know we can only buy what we can carry and to be fair to the third world you must only do it buy carrying on your head.
Anyway whilst all this was floating over from across the Pacific basin, the yapping yorkie fron Castelford was on TV.
Ed Balls Up's other half, Yvette Cooper, came to our screen to tell us there was a Plan... to save us from peril which apparently is the fault of the globe and our own bad behaviour. Very evangelical I thought.
Repent and you will be Saved.
Praise the Lord Gordon for he shall provide... but not a lot and not soon...
She said there is a plan for the medium to long term and the condition of the cycle must be met but no one can tell us when did the cycle start. Was it ten years ago or last Tuesday. A bout of diarrhoea smeared the screen as Jeremy Paxman tried to provide the poor creature with some Imodium but alas it did not work. The yorkie soiled the lawn and left.
We are by now covered in runny pooh and low and behold more emerges as we speak. The Road Tax details have suddenly emerged. The majority of motorists will NOT benefit. This is symmetrically opposite to what Gordon said last time.
But this time someone was listening so the shit has hit the fan and the the brown staff will be flying around for a while.
More recently that earlier this week GB -less of great and more of little britain -went on the BBC in some supine little programme with lightweight Islingtonites to project his stiff lighthearted personality. Amongst other utterings he also said something that actually agree with.
The Elgin Marbles should be nailed to the wall of the British Museum. Now I suspect this was as sign of Scottish solidarity. Elgin I believe was a Scott and even if he wasn't there is a place called Elgin north of Adrian's Wall but more than likely because no self respecting Scott would ever give anything back if it was paid for and the Marbles where paid for.
The fault actually lies with Turks who sold them to Elgin but hey mustn't let political correctness get in the way of good myth. Anyway as always I digress so back to nailing...
The only thing that should be nailed to the wall is Gordon Brown for the simple reason that in that last ten years he has been less than prudent. No savings for a rainy day, no advice that borrowing too much is not a bright idea, no help to old fashion minded savers, yes to allowing vast sections of the population opiate on credit whilst he skimmed the cream of profits and VAT, too many on the public payroll doing too little and driving productivity down, too many taxes making the economy less competitive and the public sector lazy in the mistaken belief that the there is plenty more where that came from... Until, it no longer did...
Pay back Gordon... Scotland is a great place to retire unless Alex Salmond is taxing you. Goodnight and bad luck.
And I leave you with this little symmetry of irony. In his later years, Elgin suffered from syphilis, which ate into his nose so at some point his face resembled the broken faces of the statuary from the east pediment as is currently on display in the British Museum.
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