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The Golden Bullingdon

We impoverish ourselves in order to compete with countries already further down the road of totalitarianism.

We make people destitute and push them further from independence just to have a 'competitive' tax system that cannot meet the needs of the society, which is the one reason people pay taxes at all.

We implement cuts to vital services in a bid to preserve rates of lending and borrowing while decrying borrowing as precisely that which caused the problem in the first place.

We are a nation of sheep ruled by wolves who have inherited their fangs from generations of stolen land and money guarded by usury. The secret knowledge of money and its accumulation are kept from the poor who can't afford to join the club.

In a primitive land a shaman sees the sun beating down on the land. He feels its angry heat and petitions the tribal elders to sacrifice another goat. This is the only way he knows to sate the displeasure of the sky god who blinds all that gaze upon her.

In a modern land Osbourne sees the banks that pay his wages collapse. He feels their angry heat and petitions the Golden Bullingdon to sacrifice future generations just to keep the system alive for one more day. Those elders sanction his plans and the capricious deities known as the free market grant him their favour for one more day, one more week, one more quarter.

Nothing is growing. They have salted the earth. Devil has taken the hindmost and is coming up fast.

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