IS IT AN ABYSS, A DEEP HOLE OR OUR FUTURE

Well, the "Moneymen" have done it again. All you poor little "Ordinary" TaxSlaves, with mortgages, are now looking into a big hole. And all the snotty little Bankers, are in the driving seat and can take off at any time. With your money, leaving the poor old TaxPayer to take the "hit". (But Politics will cover them.) So?

Why should Westminster worry? All those MPs will be long gone before it is realised just what a mountain of debt the Poor Old TaxPayer is left with. "Mt. Everest" will look like a molehill beside it. And unless the TaxPayer takes control, you are looking at an everlasting mountain upon mountain of debt and a Century of payback time at the very least. And then some.

It must be your fault. It was you who voted for these people at Westminster. It was you who trusted the Nu Labour Treasury Team at Westminster and expected at least "some" truth from the Political Party that promised to be Purer than Pure. Well you know what they say, "there is none so pure as the purified" I don't know. Is any of this worth getting out of bed for on a cold winter morning?

Words fail me, more to the point, words that are acceptable, fail me. Sit back and listen to, or rather read, the words of those who inspired one to take up arms and defend this Country, die for this Country. And then ask yourself, would any of that sorry bunch at Westminster convince you that it was worth joining the cause and fighting for Iraq or Afghanistan. I'm inclined to say, let them get on with it.

What we are seeing now, today, is the result of all those years of smoking dope and taking illegal
drugs. Years of abuse have addled the brains of many people in our Education community. Will it ever recover?

My dear boy, this is what comes with all that whacky-backy. Look at that lot, now elected to Parliament, 90% of them, flower people, or sons or daughters of flower people. Somes few years ago now, I wrote to Charles Couger, American Bankers Association, about the same thing. The Ruling Class have lost the plot, but they are now in a position of power across the whole Country. Or is that World??

Now is the time for the "Ordinary" people to take care of their own future. Or is it to late? But the only thing the "Ordinary People have, that is to their advantage, is there weight in numbers.
And it is my contention that you, the PAYE TaxPayer, "Ordinary People", as Blair calls you,
should take charge of the system of Taxation, and adapt it as should be done, so that you the Ordinary People, are now in control of all Taxation. Income tax. IHT. VAT. , and all those snotty little Taxes that are added on when you are not looking. You. Yes, You, that lazy- lay about no good, probably an MP, get your bits and pieces together, This Is Your World Your Country. Your Future. Take hold of it with two hands, and kick any half-arsed Politician who wants a- piece, into next week. Regards, ATFlynn. atflynn.co.uk
"NORFOLKS MUNTINEER".

And What Is For Christmas In 2008??

Unless you the TaxPayer, gets a grip of Direct Taxation, the future is about as inviting as the "Work House".

Come next April, a Financial melt-down will take place. (If it hasn't already by then.) I can't imagine what the Housing and Mortgage situation will be. But the word "Devastation" keeps flashing across my mind.

I would suggest that it is time for the Parish and Town Councils to prepare for the takeover of Public Finances. And when ready you can, quite Legally, just abandon Westminster and Whitehall. What I propose is within the Law. All you poor Bloody TaxPayers will need every penny you earn to pay your way. MPs, Civil Servants and hangers-on? Pensions? Forget-it. That money will be needed to bail out working TaxPayers.

And as Will Hutton, of "The Work Foundation", said on the BBC Programme Hard Talk, the other morning, "the system of Financial Regulation, has to change." I really did believe that Mervyn King and the Bank of England were in control. That when we were told that Gordon Brown had given them the "Independence" necessary to regulate the British Economy, that was true. What a Bloody dunder-head.

Over the last year or so, the BoE. Govenor has made a few comments about the level of "Personal Debt", being taken on by Loans, Credit Cards and other means. When I heard this, I was under the impression that all the Bloody man had to do, was turn off the tap and it would all come to a stop.

How wrong can you be in one life-time. That is why I have come back to this "Blog", I have started another Web-site, -: http://atflynn.co.uk and it is linked to this site. The intention being to try to start a Local Campaign against the destructive amount of Taxation people are obliged to pay, when only about 25% to 30%, of the population, Pays Bloody Taxation.

Have a look at that-: atflynn.co.uk website, keep an eye on it. You never know, with a little bit of luck we just might Change the Whole Bloody World. See if you remember any of this from years gone by:

I come from haunts of coot and
hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern
To bicker down a vally

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty throps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men
may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I
fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy forland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men
may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me as I travel
With many a silverywaterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and
flow
To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men
Men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet for-get-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swal-
lows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses.

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men
may go,
But I go on for ever.

ALFRED. LORD TENNYSON.


This is what belongs to the future. Not the socialist "Manifesto".
Regards, ATFlynn.