G7 agree to target tax avoidance. Brilliant. This is the only way to tax the rich...Chase them around the globe, blocking each and every stone they try to hide their purloined gold under.
Until the whole world agrees to target this issue, there can never be the socialist utopia of shared wealth and a safety net for all. Essentially, whenever my more liberal friends attempt to paint me as some kind of evil demonic figure because I don't nod and agree with them and say "Ummm, yeah yeah yeah!" to each and every point about throwing money at the economy and giving the poor £60kpa to sit on their asses etc...Every time they do this, I always ask "Who will pay for it? Your glorious plans?"
Their stock answer being the rich, and big corporations. Well yes, I agree they should pay their dues, but they are already charged a higher rate of tax...They merely hide lots of their wealth in order to pay nothing or less tax than they otherwise would. Meaning, they can't fund this utopia...until the world closes loopholes. Why? Because if we close the loopholes here and force big business to pay, they will piss off elsewhere in order to save money, taking their wealth with them and abandoning us as a trading nation, hence we cannot go it alone...Much as my liberal friends want to. To do so will flush the whole system down the toilet, and then we couldn't afford a sausage let alone healthcare.
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Wednesday, 1 February 2012
TV Advert Staples
Ladies. When you've finished shaving your legs, do you feel the need to drape some silk across them and/or cross them a lot or leap around like a startled fawn, clumsily clashing your legs together like you've only just learned to use them.
Men, when you've finished shaving do you make a pleased face and nod at yourself in the mirror whilst dragging your hand across your freshly shorn chops against the grain...Plus do you still have stubble anyway.
Kids, does your every action have to be accompanied by jingly jingly xylophone music and the parps and toots of a kazoo or similar wind instrument...Often a woman with a hint of an accent will call you a babeh (as in babe - eh?).
Dogs. Are you a dumb stupid bloke with a working class and/or over excited accent...You're frequently outsmarted by...
Cats. Are you a sophisticated and patronising silky voiced woman with a narcissistic personality complex?
Men, why are you thick as shit and unable to complete the most simple tasks without receiving a withering stare from the women in your family.
Teenagers, do you always act like the world owes you a living, and your time on the planet is spent saying "Dad!" in an exasperated tone whilst storming upstairs.
Anybody playing a computer game, why do you use an N64 control pad to play something on the Xbox360? Or why is your modern game sporting sound-effects produced by a 1980s C64.
TV adverts. Populated by shit stereotypes.
Men, when you've finished shaving do you make a pleased face and nod at yourself in the mirror whilst dragging your hand across your freshly shorn chops against the grain...Plus do you still have stubble anyway.
Kids, does your every action have to be accompanied by jingly jingly xylophone music and the parps and toots of a kazoo or similar wind instrument...Often a woman with a hint of an accent will call you a babeh (as in babe - eh?).
Dogs. Are you a dumb stupid bloke with a working class and/or over excited accent...You're frequently outsmarted by...
Cats. Are you a sophisticated and patronising silky voiced woman with a narcissistic personality complex?
Men, why are you thick as shit and unable to complete the most simple tasks without receiving a withering stare from the women in your family.
Teenagers, do you always act like the world owes you a living, and your time on the planet is spent saying "Dad!" in an exasperated tone whilst storming upstairs.
Anybody playing a computer game, why do you use an N64 control pad to play something on the Xbox360? Or why is your modern game sporting sound-effects produced by a 1980s C64.
TV adverts. Populated by shit stereotypes.
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