Our gubmint is getting ready to bleed us drier than the Sahara, again.
They reckon that they are entitled to 0.25% of any property we own. Or rather, Brussels reckon that they are entitled.
Having decided to charge us for water and sewage, they are now after our bricks and mortar [on in my case, granite rocks].
They can go fuck themselves yet again.
There is one interesting point though that they may have overlooked. They are basing their tax on the value of a property, but what is its value? I would maintain that my house has no value whatsoever.
My argument is that the value of something lies in its monetary equivalent. This is determined not only by the vendor who should feel satisfied that he has been recompensed for the transaction but also by the purchaser who should feel he has gotten value for his money. Therefore, for value to be determined, one needs both a vendor and a purchaser and a willingness to transact. If any of these is missing then the value of the item [my house] is is irrelevant or even non-existent.
So they can have their 0.25% of my nothing. And if they aren’t happy with that I will gladly deliver a lorry load of granite to the tax office to the quantity of 0.25% of the volume of the walls of my house, though I shall require reimbursement for the cost of quarrying and transportation.
And Lucinda Creighton reckons we should all pay this tax! No exemptions for pensioners or people on welfare?
I am getting very tired of Creighton and her constant licking up to Brussels. She has a fat salary, fatter expenses and can look forward to an even fatter pension. If she reckons a pensioner can afford a property tax, then I suggest she try living on an ordinary pension.
Herself doesn’t like me using the C-word. So I won’t.
Frankly a C-word has a purpose in life where Creighton’s sole function is to waste oxygen. She is a leech with the intellect of a slug. The sooner she is put out to pasture [or landfill] the better.
Roll on the revolution.