“Young people haven’t paid in.”
Absolute rubbish.
Young people today are paying more than ever, higher taxes, higher rents, less job security and unaffordable housing.
And the triple lock? It’s not paid for. It’s debt.
So young people will pay for it now, and will pay again later.
The message is clear. Young people are yet again expected to foot the bill.
For the first time in recorded British history, 50% of women are not mothers by age 30.
Of those women, a further 50% will never become mothers.
It takes a village to raise a child, a village that no longer exists for an increasing number of people:
-Fewer siblings among the reproductive aged population and delayed retirement for women and men, but particularly women, is crushing the traditional family support network.
-The normalisation of 2 person working households and mass migration means every young person is in an economic arms race to buy a home. A race many have little chance of really winning.
These factors and others have manufactured a self imposed fertility crisis.
We either want a future for Britain or we don’t.
If we do then we need to support the traditional nuclear family.
We need lower taxes and less wage suppression so one salary can support a family.
This is the opposite of what the UK currently does.
Is family life for everyone? No, but it offers a much brighter future for society than whatever the below anti-family, miserable, propaganda is.
So much of British politics is just old people trying to prevent younger people from having the same benefits they did.
And then to force younger people to pay for the continuation of their higher levels of benefits.
We have class war, sure, but also generational war.
I own a small bakery. We aren’t famous, but we pay the bills. Last Tuesday, a woman came in. She was gripping her purse so tight her knuckles were white. She looked at the display case for a long time—too long. She pointed to the smallest plain vanilla cupcake we had. 'Just that one, please,' she whispered. 'Could you… could you put a tiny candle on it? It’s my daughter’s 6th birthday.' I looked at her shoes. They were wet. It was raining outside, and she had walked here. I looked at her eyes. Red-rimmed. I knew that look. It’s the look of a parent who has to choose between rent and a party. 'I’m sorry,' I said, putting on my best acting face. 'I actually have a huge problem. See this 8-inch chocolate cake with the unicorn frosting?' She looked at the expensive cake on the counter. 'My new decorator messed it up,' I lied. 'The icing is… uh… uneven. I can’t sell it. I was about to throw it in the trash. Would you do me a favor and take it off my hands? No charge. It saves me the guilt of wasting food.' She stared at me. She knew. The icing was perfect. She started to cry, right there in front of the croissant tray. 'Are you sure?' she asked. 'Please,' I insisted. 'You’re doing me a favor.' She walked out with a cake that would have cost $65, holding it like it was gold. Yesterday, I found a card slid under my door. It was a drawing from a 6-year-old girl. A unicorn with a big smile. And in wobbly crayon letters: 'Thank you for making my mommy happy.' Best profit I’ve made all year.
Cragside in Northumberland now holds the Guinness world record for tallest living Christmas tree at 44.7m tall. When the house was built were no trees at all. Lord W.Armstrong and his wife chose to have 7 million planted and they never got to see it surrounded by forest of today
All jokes aside, I think one of the best things that can happen to you as a young person is figuring out what you truly want to do with your life early on.
Jobs are stressful. So is unemployment. Not finding a partner is stressful. So is having one. Working in an office is stressful. So is working with your hands. Having 50 clients is stressful. So is having none. Life is full of trade-offs. Don’t romanticise options you don’t know.