We had a budget yesterday.
I got a fiver a week pay increase.
For this, I am supposed to prostrate myself at their feet thanking them for their magnificence and largesse with a tearful promise to vote for them next time around.
They can fuck off.
Any increase is just swallowed up by further taxation. My petrol and heating oil have gone up in price and, naturally my smokes.
They used to make a little speech during the budget telling us that they are increasing the price of fags as a health measure and how the increase was to an incentive for us to quit. They’ve given up that pretence now in a tacit admission that it’s just another money grab. Smokers got one single line in the whole speech –
There will be a 50c increase in price of a pack of 20 cigarettes bringing the average price of a pack to €16, with a pro rata increase in other tobacco products.
Naturally their sin taxes came into force at midnight last night while my pay increase doesn’t appear until next year.
Yesterday the meeja was obsessed with the budget with wall to wall analysis and dissection. Today they’re back to the tedious old business of the Virus. The health mob’s graphs have thrown a bit of a wobbler. They’re spending the day trying decide whether it’s a blip or a trend.
Give me strength!