Not titled ‘1671’
I earned, after tax £324 this week. A goodly sum, you might think; especially those reliant on £71 a week to survive. And yet, this Saturday night, I am, after, I admit a few small luxuries stony broke.
Oh yes, the bills, at least for this month are paid. There’s food in the freezer and I have a drink to enjoy at home.
If this is the limit (and it is!) of my pleasures, my reward for a 48 hour hard working week, how much harder is it for the unfortunate folk who rely on benefits, how much harder now when they are told they must do more, or lose their entitlement because ‘the country cannot afford it’?
Well, Mr. Politician, I AM THE COUNTRY! You can take more from me in taxation if that is the cost. I will share my good fortune with those less fortunate if that is what is needed. What I resent is then rich becoming richer, the poor becoming poorer and the hard workers paying for it while the wealthy become wealthier by buying and selling my labour and/or the goods I produce.