It looks like there may be trouble at t’mill.
The proposed new house tax hasn’t even started yet but already they are threatening us with fines and imprisonment.
Dame Enda is shouting the odds saying that anyone can afford €2 a week.
That may be so. €2 isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but what about next year? Will it remain at €2 a week? Like fuck it will. It will be €5, €50 or even €100 once they get their claws in us and realise they have a handy stream of free money.
Many years ago, a government got into power when one of their election promises was to abolish car tax. Once elected they did just that. Car tax was abolished and the introduced a new “Road Fund Licence” at £10 a year flat rate. Oh how the people rejoiced! Within a year, that started to climb and it now stands anywhere between €104 and €2100, and the name has reverted to car tax. And it will be going up again next year.
Also, many years ago I was young, and naïve. They introduced a refuse charge that sparked off a major campaign of non-payment. However I was innocent and honest and duly sent off my cheques, which at the time I could ill afford. The non-payment campaign was duly successful and the charges were dropped. Those who hadn’t paid got off, so I duly wrote and asked for my money back. In no uncertain terms I was told to go fuck myself. It was a salutary lesson that I learned well and was in part instrumental in reforming me into the cynical, worldly-wise individual that stands before you now.
So they can go and fuck themselves with their house tax. I came by this house by honest means, and most of it was built with my own sweat [and a few concrete blocks]. I see no reason why the hell I should pay the government for the privilege of living under my own roof.
Of course I have already heard some sheeple bleating that other countries have the tax so it only fair that we should pay it. My answer is that in some countries they stone women to death for adultery and in others they have no income tax.
I can see interesting times ahead.