Thanks for the tax burden, Big Brother

Oh what joy! Government loves me!

My name is number six. They want to look after me from cradle to grave. This new property tax shows me how much they care. I am delighted to be paying Big Brother’s gambling debts. Please, Big Brother, take the shirt off my back. Now I have nothing.

I am free. Let The Game Of Thrones begin. The mythical land of Europus Westerus belongs to thy brethren. For far too long I have feasted off thy land. The dawn of a new day sees the start of: The Hunger Games. Only the elite will survive, as ordained.

A thousand points of light will ensure total slavery of the cattle masses. The New World Order is the only way forward for economic enslavement, and blueprint for totalitarianism. Sometimes one has to be cruel to be kind. I have the utmost faith that my Government would never do anything to harm me, and has my best interests at heart.

Thus, I willingly embrace all new taxes to ensure that Big Brother can continue on with his mission to free all subjects of the burden of owning anything of any value.

Either morally or, physically. Thank you, Big Brother.

Anthony Woods

Marian Avenue

Ennis

Co Clare