The treasury’s books won’t balance, the deficit grows and, when the Government tries to do something about it, they get kicked in the spuds – because some do-gooders point out that it will affect the poor, vulnerable and disabled.
The meaning of poor seems to have little or no meaning nowadays. Gone are the days of being given licence to beg like my grandparents (thank goodness).
I’m sure that there are plenty of us finding it tough, whether it be paying excessive private rents or mortgages, high enough council taxes, household services and fuel, even the weekly shop. Everything needed or worth having (except milk) seems expensive.
So it’s all dependant on the household income and how it is managed. Now managing needs a degree of forward planning: Contraception instead of children, cooking instead of takeaways, less frequent trips to pubs, cheaper or less frequent holidays.
Our household does not receive any reduction in council tax and we don’t really want to pay any more than at present, especially if any raise was to further subsidise those who already get rebates or discounts.
I’ve seen people in wheelchairs one week, running for buses the next. People with crutches in the morning, putting up Christmas decorations on ladders by the afternoon and people with bad backs lifting TVs from their mobility chairs. I was probably at work and missed the resurrection.
So does poor mean – not putting food on the table, or not having the latest mobile phone, designer labelled clothing, foreign holiday and a car older than five years?
When all is said and done we will get what we are given whether we like it to not, rather like the incinerator, stadium, parking scheme or turbine.
I’m hoping that all the lip-service do-gooders contact LDC and put their names forward for a council tax increase to favour the rebates and discounts for the poor, vulnerable and disabled.
The truth is that I doubt such a list would be very long, and in case you’re wondering I shan’t be putting my name on it.