Tax. We’ve all become so used to it, we forget how much we’re actually paying. It is relentless, even beyond death. And for what? If we had a semblance of functioning public services, I could maybe stomach it. But we don’t, so what are we actually paying all of this money for?
We are subject to Scandinavian levels of tax for third-world levels of competence - what a toilet deal.
Earn a salary. Income tax, a fifth gone before we’ve even started. National insurance, more on top of that. What for? A ‘world-class’ health service? The NHS? Ha. Good luck.
Even getting to work costs - taxes on buying a car, running a car, insuring a car. Vast amount of road tax. Is that being well spent? Unless you want potholes you can paddle in, the answer is no. A road network built for half the amount of cars. How’s that going? It takes twice as long to get anywhere. Fuel duty and tax on insurance - whack that on top too. Congestion charges, tolls, fines and more. It goes on and on and on.
Forget getting the train, that’ll cost twice as much and never runs on time - a season ticket into London costs thousands. Unaffordable. Yet the trains so often run empty? Maybe that system isn’t working…
VAT on anything that moves - getting taxed to buy products/services, from already taxed money.
Tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax. Then more tax.
Did you go to university? Your ‘loan’ isn’t loan, it’s a tax. Interest is so sharp, you’re just paying that off each month. Hundreds gone, to pay for a sociology degree a decade ago. Ouch. Why are we saddling our youngsters with so much debt, with so much interest on top of that? Madness.
Manage to put a few quid away to save? That gets taxed too - ISAs will be under attack in the budget. Profit made on successful investments, what happens? You guessed it. Tax.
Somehow you’ve scrabbled a deposit together for a property. Well done.
Paying half a million quid for a semi-detached? Not cheap. Stamp duty means you get slapped for thousands. Obviously first time buyer exemptions mean less and less as house prices soar.
You’re in the house. Great news. Or so you thought. Council tax. Going up seemingly by 5% every year. Thousands of pounds a year. For what? To collect the bins? Really? Don’t forget the extra costs to have your garden waste removed. Brilliant.
More insurance taxes, and of course VAT on any improvements you want to make. Bills soaring, with tax slapped onto every corner of it - green levies and the rest.
How depressing. Time for a pint.
Alcohol duty. Because of course. Why wouldn’t they throw extra tax on it? I’m not a smoker, but the same applies. Even holidays. Air passenger duty to put a few extra quid onto the price of a trip away. Just for good measure.
You’re limping on through. Maybe you decide that starting your own business is the way to go?
You get it up and running, starting to make a reasonable profit. Take a small salary - to pay for such luxuries as food and heating. As we know, that gets taxed.
Alongside the costs. National Insurance. Business rates. Fees and licences. It is endless.
What’s left after all that? A profit? Surely good news?
Bang. Corporation tax. A big slice gone. After that, we can enjoy a handsome profit. Right?
Nope. Dividend tax. With its brutal thresholds. What slivers you do take get taxed all over again when you want to actually buy something. Obviously.
And the final kick in teeth.
Inheritance tax.
After everything, somehow, you’ve managed to put a reasonable amount of money away. After all that tax, you’ve succeeded in building a financial legacy to pass to your children - your business, and your own savings.
Money you were taxed on the day you earned it, taxed when you saved it, taxed when you invested it, taxed to build your business. It gets taxed one final time. On both your personal savings, and also the value of your company.
Even after death, it continues.
What are we paying all this money for?
Are our schools world-class? Borders secure? Police visible? NHS efficient? Economy thriving? Roads operational?
No. No. No. No. No. No. NOTHING WORKS.
Britain has the highest tax burden in most of our lifetimes, yet the worst services many of us have ever seen. If everything worked perfectly, there could maybe be an argument for such suffocating levels of tax. But it doesn’t, and hasn’t for decades, so there isn’t.
When the taxpayers fail to fund this state monster of inefficiency and unaccountability, what do they do?
QE. Print money. Creating inflation, devaluing our earnings and our savings. Yet one more tax.
The people creating all of this, implementing all of this? £100k plus on the public sector, living in London. Comfortable salary, great pension, no job risk. Clueless about the real world.
Maybe, just maybe, the current approach isn’t working.
We need to urgently cut tax. Shrink government. Reward hard work.
You just can’t tax a nation into prosperity. It never has worked, and it never will work.
LEAVE OUR MONEY ALONE.
A day in the life of an English man.
Picture this, you’re in london, it costs more than you earn to live here, you slowly accumulate debt, you cant afford a holiday so you just use drugs to escape.
The weathers shit & the people that live here hate each other with a passion but you cant afford to leave.
You wake up one morning to you find out your tax is going up after ulez, the cost of living crisis, energy prices & interest rates have eat the last bit of spending money that was left from your monthly wage.
While you’re sat on the toilet reading tweets from the metropolitan police about online trolls a swat team smashes through the bathroom window, past you on the shitter & arrests your 11 year old son for shouting at a police officer.
Your sister rings you (she recently got fired from her job as a doctor for refusing to ask biological men if they are pregnant) & tells you grandma just froze to death because Keir Starmer gave her winter allowance to country on the other side of the planet that’s wealthy then us to help them with climate change.
It all gets a bit much so you go for a pint and try to relax by smoking a cigarette in the beer garden & find out its illegal & get barred.
So you decide to go for a walk to clear your mind & get violently stabbed to death.
The Guardian then plasters your face all over the news for randomly jumping on a perfectly good knife 54 times that was held by a choir boy.
Your sister tweets about it & gets nicked.
Your son comes out of prison & protests about it, but this time he shouts at a police horse, gets nicked but the prisons are too full, so they let out Ian Huntley to put him in back in.
Mad thing is, that don’t even sound far fetched now does it, its now all a perfectly believable turn of events 😂
You see when its your time its your time. On the day cadet passed, cadet was meant to get a driver to the show, that flopped, then he missed the first uber, so the uber he died in wasnt actually the uber he was meant to get in. And he was the only person that passed in the cab
@mg0210_ Nah I’m saying there wouldn’t be any go fund me pages if she was white, nobody wants her back cos she joined isis g, not because of her skin colour