Politicians are like junkies. Once they get their snout in the public trough they can't quit. Their days are spent thinking up new ways of getting more of that stuff. One could call their ingenious attempts to extract ever more tribute from their tax slaves creative but if it is creativity it is of a very black and negative kind. The sort of feverish activity of a bureaucrat as he devises yet more byzantine stratagems to tie and bind his victims in knots.
The government bureaucrat-parasite is dependent upon a comatose victim to practice his black arts on. The British public is tailor made for this purpose. Having been worked on for over 60 years and conditioned to think that an Englishman's home is his councils it is no great feat for this public serpent to pass laws making it legal to enter anyone's home, do a survey and then levy a tax on such things as 'a good view', a large garden etc without a whimper of protest from the so called owner.
Even now some such public serpent is scraping the barrel desperately trying to wring one more ounce of flesh out of his dying prey. Hows about a tax on breathing? We could attatch a breathometer...
Monday, March 12, 2007
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