Then fail to see the wood for trees
(A Tom Stack New Year Message)
Everybody and his dog is doing it so why not me?
There should be somekind of minimum qualification for an MP other than joining a political party and keeping your nose clean. But with the country more or less divided between left and right with a few in-betweeners, what hope is there that we’ll ever get it right?
All it takes is a few percent to swing it either way, but when a party gets elected in a landslide with fewer votes than the winning party got in the previous election. There has to be something fundamentally wrong with the system per se.
Look, all we want is for the country to prosper so we can all enjoy a good life and do a bit of Getting-on. But these days it’s like a latter day version of St Wilibrod’s March. Only this time its two steps forward, then three steps backwards.
Can you believe the timing of a chancellor, claiming to have ended boom and bust when anyone with an ounce of cokum, could see the biggest bust in history on the horizon. Heading our way faster than a speeding bullet.
Maybe we don’t know what we’ve got till we get it and meanwhile for a generation now on the ropes, it’s still on its way. Surely it’s not beyond the wit of all these educated superstars, with more letters after their name than populate the alphabet. To sit down and work out what we need to do as a nation to prosper.
With half the world beating a path to our doorstep for handouts they couldn’t get anywhere else, surely there has to be a limit to our largesse even if it does revolve around creating money out of thin air. It most likely doesn’t have to be this way and there must be enough examples in the world of why not.
In 1997 we stood on the threshold of a Golden Age, till a landslide of epic proportions chucked it all away on bonfire of hubris. We need a return to commonsense values, for there is no bounty to be had in everlasting growth. It ignores the natural laws of supply and demand.
So till we realise this and get to grips with the fundamentals, I guess there’s nothing else for it, but to carry on like this. It’s swings and roundabouts, till we’re all gobbled up on the altar of diminishing returns. It’s being so cheerful, as keeps me going.
Prosperity for all in the New Year, so we can all be miserable in comfort.
Watch this space, I’ll be back!
Tom.
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