I was happily chefing away today, when all of a sudden, a diatribe came spouting forth, from a visitor to my little kitchen world. 'It's this fuckin capitalist world that's the problem. In Hitler's Germany, capitalism was effectively banned. No price rises that increased profits to then be passed to shareholders. A Centrally administered economy, to mobilize large scale projects and get people working. Employers and employees under Government control. No 'fat cat' stuff.'
I mentioned the War once, but I think I got away with it. It's this monumental economic maelstrom that has everyone and their pet goldfish, ruminating about solutions to solve our global travails. And who can blame us? We're all in a high state of 'FUC'...Fecal Underpants Concern...and why would we not be?? It's a freakin shambles out there in the big bad world and as if the general landslide of bad news wasn't bad enough, now fuckin' Adolf Hitler has the (final) solution.
Personally, I don't know if he was all bad, all the time. Sure had a bit of a temper on him and when he didn't like you, you certainly were never left in any doubt about it (look out, look out, there's a V2 about). There's a kind of refreshing honesty about that. He was also named 'Man of the Year' by Time magazine in 1938...no, really. However, his thigh slapping gaeity, was somewhat overshadowed by his penchant for a spot of pre-tiffin, mass murder, which for my money, also pops a bit of a damper on his economic prowess. The global economy may indeed be in a bad way, just not that bad, that we need a Chancellor with a joke shop 'tache and Tourettes arm.
Oh and lest I forget, the fella that regaled me with his alternative economic theories (cribbed one might surmise from a Xmas/Birthday 'Adolf Hitler...Quite a Decent Cove?' book) was none other than an Exterminator...quite.
Whilst we don't have an Adolf in Scotland, we do appear to have a Finance minister that likes to stick a Jackboot to the minions. John Swindler of the Scottish Nazi, sorry, National Party (real name Swinney, but stick with the change) has decided to sell his second home. Big deal?...well yes, actually. Swindler bought the property under the Edinburgh Accomodation Allowance scheme, funded by the taxpayer. The sonofabitch could have rented or stayed in hotels, still using our money, but where would the fun in that be, when he can use funds belonging to you and me, buy a nice big hoose, then sell it, trousering the (post-CGT) £60,000 profit?? And the get-out, as explained on Newsnight, is that diddums had to pay the CGT at a higher rate than before. Pardon my use of the vernacular, but this bespectacled fuckwit, must be havin a laugh. After all the shit we had to endure from these leeches in the most recent scandals, you would have thought that this dickhead would have had the integrity and good grace, to lead by example and plough his ill-gotten gains back into some local employment project or charity, rather than his own fucking Bank account. Finance Minister indeed...his own. Beggars belief, even though somehow it doesn't come as a surprise. Hopefully, we've not heard the last of this, though and i'll be posting again...
Now, in a breakaway, new and excitingly innovative addition to my already excellent blog (anyone looking for a self-publicising, rampant egotist?) welcome to...McNics Minis. What the fuck are they, I hear you ask. Well, ya cheeky bastard, they're just little throwaway observations, not worthy of my normally erudite ramblings. So, gather your cheeks together for the inaugural MIni...
Brad Pitt is in Glasgow shooting a new movie about zombies. No hidden agenda there then.
Say goodnight McNic...
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