Enough is Enough

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Marie Antoinette

 

 

Once again, the Tories show their true colours by voting down Labour's proposal to help children and their families through the difficulties of a Covid-lockdown winter by 322 votes to 261 - a damningly large margin. Meanwhile, the world's billionaires have had a corking time during the pandemic so far, swelling their combined wealth with the largest percentage increase since the last global crisis of 2008/9.

In the US tech sector alone, their year on year increase from 2019 was over $250 billion. Whilst millions of people are being forced closer to and beyond the breadline - in the developed world - the fat cats meanwhile keep on soaking up the money that the rest of the us so badly need and our government insists is in such short supply. That  they can be so crass and insensitive to the needs of the most vulnerable in the society they supposedly have a duty of care towards is hardly surprising; but utterly indefensible, nevertheless.

Is there a plan in all of this, or is it simply the Tory default, capital-defending self-interest stance kicking in as they've just run out of ideas other than to retrench, save their own wealth and stuff the rest of us? I don't think you need any conspiracy theory to see the vested interests at play in all of this: keep the billionaires happy and they will continue to feed the maw of their elected allies and the pockets of their own number.

When is enough not enough? When you're a schoolkid in a family whose parents can't continue to earn a living because of circumstances totally outwith their control and are struggling to put food on the table. Let them eat cake? Where is Madame Guillotine when you need her?

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