Someone posted this on Facebook...so true!
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he's fed.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts
Anyway!
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid.
When he's gone,
Do not relax,
It's time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Accounts Receivable Tax
Airline surcharge tax
Airline Fuel Tax
Airport Maintenance Tax
Building Permit Tax
Cigarette Tax
Cooking Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Goods and Services Tax (GST)
Death Tax
Driving Permit Tax
Environmental Tax (Fee)
Excise Taxes
Income Tax
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Petrol Tax (too much per litre)
Gross Receipts Tax
Health Tax
Heating Tax
Inheritance Tax
Interest Tax
Lighting Tax
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Mortgage Tax
Pension Tax
Personal Income Tax
Property Tax
Poverty Tax
Real Estate Tax
Retail Sales Tax
Service Charge Tax
Telephone Tax
Value Added Tax
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Water Tax
Tax (VAT) on Tax.
And Now they want a blooming Carbon Tax!
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was one of the most prosperous in the world... We had absolutely no national debt, had a large middle class,a huge manufacturing base, and Mum stayed home to raise the kids.
What in the happened? Could it be the lying parasitic politicians wasting our money?
Oh, and don't forget the relatively new bank charges....
And we all know what we think of Bankers.
I hope this goes around the UK at least 1,000,000,000 times!!!
YOU can help it get there!
Heal. Your mom may never apologize to you, because she has conditioned herself to believe that she did right by you. She hasn’t healed.
Heal. Your father may never apologize to you, because he can only see what he’s done right. He hasn’t healed.
Heal. Your family members may never apologize to you, because toxicity is what they were raised on. They haven’t healed.
Heal. That “friend” may never apologize to you, because he or she isn’t sorry. They haven’t healed.
If or when they reach their healing, they may seek your forgiveness. Be so healed that it won’t even matter.
Heal for you. You owe it to yourself. 🤍
Can we talk about how people will disrespect you in small doses so you can’t call it out? They’re never FULLY wrong, just wrong enough to make you uncomfortable. A little comment here, a small dismissal there, a minor boundary crossed. Nothing big enough to argue about, but everything together adds up to straight disrespect.
There comes a point in life when you realize you've been trying to be reasonable in situations that were slowly undoing you. You explained yourself too many times. You stayed because you didn't want to seem difficult. You waited because you believed patience would be rewarded.
And then one day, something small happens, nothing dramatic, and you understand that staying has started to cost you your sense of self. Walking away doesn't feel victorious. It feels heavy. But it also feels honest. And sometimes, honesty is the only way forward.
Sometimes as an adult you have to decide "this is the last time these people are gonna make me feel this way" and stand on it. Be it family, a relationship or a friendship.
The worst feeling is thinking you’re bothering the only person you want to talk to. You replay every word, question your timing, and hold back even when you crave connection. It’s a quiet heaviness,, wanting comfort but choosing silence. But it teaches you something: the right people will never make you feel like too much. The right connection feels safe, mutual, and never like an inconvenience.
Not sure who to attribute this assertion to, but it rings true!
To those born between 1952 and 1979 —
We are the bridge between two worlds.
The last to grow up before the digital age—and the first to walk into it.
We didn’t just witness history. We lived the transformation.
We were the kids who played outside until the streetlights came on—
who shouted friends’ names from the curb, not from a screen.
We scraped our knees on pavement,
ran errands with checkered grocery bags,
and got rewarded with coins and candy.
We are the generation that spun vinyl, then made mixtapes.
That danced with Walkmans, marveled at CDs,
and gently blew into Atari cartridges to make them work again.
We played Pac-Man and watched our VHS tapes until the ribbon wore thin.
We remember houses that cost five figures.
We watched our parents buy them,
and decades later, still wonder how they did it.
We grew up with The Flintstones, Ultraman, Bonanza, and GI Joe.
We listened to bedtime stories on radios and woke up to cartoon jingles.
We danced to The Beatles, rocked to Led Zeppelin,
and later cried to Soda Stereo and Los Bukis.
We are the last to know life without helmets or seat belts—
and somehow, we made it.
We drank soda from glass bottles,
picked up tortillas from the ground, dusted them off, and ate them.
We drank from the same bottle. We shared everything.
The worst we got? Lice. And vinegar took care of that.
We traveled 10 hours in cars without tablets, seat-back screens, or fast food chains.
Just games, songs, and endless questions from the backseat.
We carried books that bent our backs. No wheels. No excuses.
We memorized phone numbers, learned cursive, and rewound tapes with a pencil.
We had no smartphones. No TikTok. No social media.
But we had marbles, hide and seek, jump rope, and truth or dare under the stars.
We built friendships in sweat, dirt, and laughter—
not with likes, but with loyalty.
We weren’t categories or hashtags.
We were “the quiet one,” “the funny one,” “the freckled one.”
And still—we belonged.
We didn’t learn from TED Talks or YouTube tutorials.
We learned from falling, failing, and getting up again.
They call us Generation X.
But we are more than a letter.
We are the foundation.
The in-between.
The last ones to remember before it all went digital.
❤️ We survived it all—with heart, with grit, with soul.
And we wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Cheers to us.
To the ones who lived both before and after.
To the lucky ones.
"My parents have been married for 75 years but few have noticed. Most of their friends have died. I contacted 6 local news stations and the Union Tribune newspaper giving details so they could do a story on their lives. Not one response from anyone. I think living into your 90's and staying married 75 years is quite an accomplishment. If you agree, please like and share my post. I want to show them people do care."
Credit Eileen Atkinson
You feeling sad frankly is irrelevant. Your ‘thoughts’, again, irrelevant. Regular updates 😟 oh whatever.
Avoid comment. Really 🤔 ok
Well I have a comment. This country is terrifying, utterly terrifying to live in now. Even the simplest of joys like walking your dog, gets you stabbed.
The absolute terror of being trapped on that train with an absolute demonic feral maniac running about stabbing people, is beyond hideous.
But your advice. Avoid comment.
We’ve had enough.