Promises promises
You'd never guess that there's an election in the offing here?
Suddenly the airwaves are full of "good news". Some company announces an extra five jobs and immediately there is at least one minister grinning into the camera claiming all the credit. If the job announcement is big enough we'll even be treated to Dame Enda grinning into the camera claiming all the credit.
Suddenly we are hearing of all the great things the gubmint have in store for us [if reelected]. If they have such great plans, then why the fuck haven't they implemented them already? They've been there long enough.
We keep hearing of all this extra tax revenue the gubmint has stolen collected because the economy is doing so brilliantly. I'm sure the thousands of homeless will be delighted to hear that. The families of those forced to emigrate will be beside themselves with joy. The families who are going hungry must be elated that the fat cats are doing so well.
The latest wonderfully exciting news is that Dame Enda has plans to reduce tax for the lower and middle incomes to under 50%. I confess I am quite choked by this news. That wonderful man is actually talking about reducing the amount of cash he steals from me every month. It's a bit like announcing he's going to introduce KY Jelly as he repeatedly buggers me.
Unfortunately for the narcissistic little rim-licker his timing is far from perfect. You see, yesterday I got a letter. It was an official letter but it didn't have a harp on it [not from Revenue or any of those other bloodsuckers], nor did it have a company logo on it so it wasn't a bill or a final demand or even a threat from Irish Water. I opened it.
It was a letter from my ex-employers. They were very sorry, they said, but they had to reduce my pension. It was out of their hands, they said, as it was a gubmint imposed levy. There was a long rigmarole about how the levy was supposed to be temporary but hadn't yet been removed so as per always, I had to take the hit. So my pension is being skimmed for a levy, tax and that abomination they call Universal Social Charge.
So I would ask Dame Enda if the country is doing so well why is a person at the bottom of the income scale still being hit with levies, taxes and charges?
So Dame Enda needn't bother with his smarmy smirk as he leers at a camera for the umpteenth time. He is a mendacious excuse for an abortion. He and his cronies have been shafting me for years and he actually expects me to vote for him again? He really is living in fantasy land.
He can fuck off with his fucking "good news" and his promises of lower tax. I don't for an instant believe him anyway. Why should I? An election promise? HAH!
As for voting for him and his cronies, he really must be joking.
I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.
Well. I would, but only if I was pissing petrol.
Good news about next year. There will be growth in the spring; lots of public deputies will lose their seats when an election is sprung; and gleeful voters will walk around with a spring in their step.
Politicians really are a bunch of oleaginous creeps, are they not? The vast majority have never had a real job, they have never had to watch the pennies or worry about paying the bills, and yet they affect to be 'of the people', and to understand what ordinary people's needs and aspirations are. Meanwhile taxing them until the pips squeak so they can piss that money away on vanity projects and policing ever expanding legislation curtailing the liberties of those people who they claim to represent.
Wankers.
I didn't know the word oleaginous, so here is the Wiktionary link: https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/oleaginous
It derives from olives, which I like, but figuratively means oily. Olive oil aids digestion but oily politicians make the digestive system retch.
I think oleaginous is quite a good word to describe them in an oily sort of way. Rape seed oil might be more appropriate though?
I use the word in its pejorative sense, that is: "marked by an offensively ingratiating manner or quality ".
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/oleaginous
It is entirely fitting in this context, I think.
Any adjective applied to Our Great Leader has to be taken as ironic, sarcastic or pejorative.
Almost makes me want to move to Ireland just so they (your gubmint) can't tax my Veterans Administration disability compensation for service related injuries, etc,etc. Ought to burn their arses a bit. I'd still have to pay water/sewer bills and electric bills and heating fuel bills and property taxes and fees related to owning a vehicle but that's no more than I do here in the states.
I feel for you folks over there though. Low and middle income tax to below 50%?? Damn! Over here it's the low and middle income tax rate that's the lowest tax paid. On average it's around 20% to 30% (federal) depending on how much you earn per annum plus whatever the state tax is where you live (varies per state but both federal and state tax for those that are not self employed almost never reaches a total of 50% unless you're upper middle class. Far below it). This of course excludes those on welfare which is a whole other ball of wax.