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.