We are well and truly in election year aren't we?
Shall we start with the bribes or the flip flops? History Boy obviously has SWMBO pushing his arm right up his back. He was dragged kicking and screaming to the podium yesterday to announce Tax Cuts. God how that must have hurt. A bit like an Imam advertising pork chops, turkeys promoting Christmas or the Black Caps inviting the Aussies over for a Test series. 'But I can't announce Tax Cuts, we are communists, I mean socialists' 'It's election year you dement and unless you do as you are told we don't get another three years of wrecking the country and you get a knee in the groin'. So the Meanest Man in the Universe announces through gritted teeth that us, the great unwashed will be allowed to have some of our money back. But there are no details as to when or how much so that he can give us the meat (sic) nearer the election - I mean later in the year. Yesterday was a sort of an advert for a bribe. But History Boy has been here before - promising tax cuts and then reneging on the deal a while later. Well, if it worked before he hopes it can work again. With this in mind he has built in not one but four get out clauses. We only get the dosh (remember as yet undefined in amount, but I'm not renting an extra safety deposit box) if there is no borrowing to pay for them, they will not lead to cuts in services, they will not exacerbate inflationary pressure and they will not lead to greater inequality in society.
There you are we all get nix. He can persuade himself (and that is all that matters) that any one of those (let alone all four) pertains and the carrot is whisked sharply away. We've heard it all before and if anyone falls for it this time they are more insane than they were three years ago. Cullen would prefer spending three years sticking matchsticks under his fingernails than give one cent of the money he steals from us back to its rightful owners - i.e. you and me.
Isn't it marvelous what being Prime Minister can do for you when the value of your house is threatened by having a bloody great motorway being built in the back garden. Oh no, we can't have that so we'll put in a $1.8 billion tunnel under the prize petunias. Oh, and whilst we are being shameless, we will forget that as recently as last October we said that private money has no place in building roads. No we'll have a private/public partnership so that the thing can be built by 2015 and sod the references to us saying we would never do that. 2015 is supposed to make it look like it will be ready tomorrow. It's seven years away. It does not take seven years to build a couple of kilometres of motorway. It does, however, take seven years to wade through the labyrinthine bureaucracy surrounding building a couple of kilometres of motorway. But the bit with the large yellow machines takes nowhere near that long. If I was going to build a road anywhere the last people I would get to do it would be the New Zealand government and a few of their councils - they couldn't organise a nun shoot in a convent.
As a tasty codicil to this back track on nice big civil engineering projects we are to have to pay a toll to use the tunnel. Suits me but it must taste very bitter in the mouths of the commies from whom it is spewing forth. And of course this has Keith Locke and his loony mates spitting tacks. They want us all getting around town in tofu powered trams or walking shod in possum skin boots or.....who cares?
The things these weasels will do to stay in power - makes thirty pieces of silver look like an absolute bargain.
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