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.