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Our Fragmented Society

You sometimes wonder at the paucity of responsible information that individuals receive to enable rational decisions to be made to the benefit of tax payers - but when one examines the source one wonders at this fragmented society.

We are inundated with pressure groups all with an agenda but fronted as a welfare solution when in fact that is not the case it is a simple con to enable their agenda.

Our officially appointed representatives dote on reverence from the population instead of enacting policy –as such policy is foisted on the population. And this is to enable some promise to a Captain of Industry whose corporation probably pays little tax as they contemplate another visit to their tax haven off shore.

Our politicians bend over when one of them speaks or asks for a favour as the party that they are affiliated with receive sizeable donations.

So –the poor citizen of this once great country becomes disoriented to the point of not caring as each jaunt into the unknown becomes as common as coughing.

Our once great organisations have rotted to the core –politician’s no longer draw enthusiasm from the populace, church leaders are ignored except when they are in court, the police are entangled in corruption cases, our Industry heads are investigated by the ICAC or the Tax office. 

Basically all the peer groups we once associated with honesty have been found to be degraded and offensive. The banks are hurriedly selling off our farms and throwing the former occupants to the gutter and foreclosing on everything with a door.

Not one of our Political parties is worth voting for as our interests no longer count –and we pay their wages. They all sprout good intentions then side with the enemy when conditions are favourable –or money is involved.

 I no longer have any time for their sermons and do not trust one of them –nor corporations or banks. The whole thrust of a civilised society has been lost to corruption, ineptitude and greed.

The only solution we have is to stage a revolution and change this societal model for one that is incorruptible –is there such a creature?

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