It’s no secret that I hate this time of year.
I hate the dark evenings that are still getting darker. The weather is miserable and damp, and we a long way short of the worst of it yet. I hate the false jollity of the advertisements on television trying to convince us to have “The Perfect Christmas” with their tacky products.
And then there is the budget.
Yesterday I listened to a smug little bollix on the radio. He is part of some fucking quango that advises the government on taxation, and was gleefully explaining how they were going to milk us for every last cent.
The little pox-bottle happily went through a long list of ways to screw me, from property taxes and residential taxes through car parking taxes, water charges and septic tank charges through to a new brain-child – the sugar tax.
Yup. The Nudging has started. The little fuck talked about the “obesity epidemic” that is sweeping Europe and how we must put a stop to it, and how they are going to tax sugar because it is bad for us. Next it will be fats or carbohydrates or some other shit that gets taxed and it’s “all for our own good”. One again the gubmint has decided what is good for me and I get no say in the matter. I just have to pay more. As fucking usual.
So this little failed abortion listed every single conceivable way they are going to screw me. They will tax the food I eat and the water I drink. They are even taxing my fucking shite. No doubt when my time comes, they will rip open the coffin to make sure I’m not bringing anything of value with me.
But that is not the end of it.
This gubmint that is ripping my pension asunder is happily giving away one billion dollars today.
I will rephrase that.
Our gubmint is making a present of seven hundred and fifteen million euro to a shower of fucking gamblers.
They don’t have to do it.
The gamblers are well aware of this. They read the small print – you know the bit about how investments may go down as well as up? They are not expecting any money but our fucking shower are giving it to them anyway.
Because they want the world to see what nice people the Irish are.
I’m sorry, but I don’t feel very nice at the moment.