Et Tu, Brute?

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The chaos continues: a teachers' strike, further nursing strikes, the Met - yet again - in the spotlight for reasons they almost certainly would rather brush aside if they could; magistrates shooing through applications for invasive action to install pre-payment meters on the hardest pressed of our society crushed under unsustainable energy bills. One authority, Portsmouth, has their magistrate's court issuing up to 13,000 warrants a month, allowing debt collection agencies to enter premises and install, with legal duress, pre-payment meters, serving higher tariff energy on the already distressed, with no legal or even practical comeback. 'Comforting' debt and energy management advice from the comfortably off but well-meaning won't cut it if you are a teaching assistant, living on your own, earning £13,000 [really!] a year.

In the light of falling gas and oil prices - the latter already reflected on the filling station forecourt - we now have economists predicting a full decade of more of the grossly inflated fuel prices that are currently bringing the population of this archipelago to its collective financial knees. It has taken just one year to double our energy bills, so why should it take a decade or more to reverse this trend? Everyone - outside the million/billionaire class - is simply incapable of weathering more of this shit: we are very close to the point where violent (re)action will ensue, and we are already seeing the seeds of a General Strike growing before our eyes, while what purports to be our government fiddles, as our Rome continues to burn. It would be well for the Nero's of the Tory Party to heed the lessons of their much vaunted classical histories. Et tu, Brute, indeed...

Comments

  1. Anonymous20 January 2023 at 11:11

    IF this "lot" keep the lid on the pressure cooker (and they WILL) get ready for riots when it gets warmer. Brits prefer to riot with their shirts off!
    Talking of pressure cookers: any bets on:
    1. New variants of Covid to emerge?
    2. Number of deaths from?
    the crazy Chinese New Year relaxation of their draconian lockdowns! Largest Petri Dish being given the hugest stir imaginable!!
    JHS

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