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LadyEllen -> RE: ever get frustrated? (10/25/2007 1:02:13 PM)
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definition of frustration
you did as advised, studied hard, stayed out of trouble, got into a career, worked hard, did night school to get qualifications to get yourself up the promotion ladder to the point where you earn a reasonable salary, as you were told you would.
and whilst you were busy following the rules of the game, those organising the game changed the rules so that here you are nearly 40, and with a salary twice as large as your father received and with which he bought a huge three bedroom house, yet even so youre unable to afford anything more than a one bedroom apartment.
lets not hear any crap about "positive thinking" and the like - this is the result of deliberate government policy, to restrict housebuilding so that prices double and double again, so that on paper at least, the country looks prosperous on the back of credit secured on equity which is nothing more than an artificial construct.
now, you could get a three bedroom house - if you were prepared to break every value you ever had and defrauded a few people, broke the law here and there. you could even get that house if you were one of those with whom you went to school, who made your life a hell for studying hard to get somewhere in life, who left school with nothing and spent their lives on leisure at the taxpayers' expense, pumping out kids every year or so. you could even get that house by turning up at the airport and claiming asylum. but work for it? dont be so stupid! workers are there to provide for those who prefer not to!
so here you are, stuck in a home far too small for you and totally unable to get anywhere larger because of factors totally outside your control, despite having done everything you were supposed to do. and you know damned well its not just you thats been duped this way, because your brother, a qualified accountant earning more than you do, is stuck in the same position. and then you think about your younger sisters, still in their teens and following the rules of the old game who wont be able to afford a home until theyre too old to obtain a mortgage, if ever.
and then your kids who will never own a home, and who when they stay with you have to sleep in the same bedroom with you, jammed into what the council housing office says is a bedroom only large enough for one person and tell you that you cant have such arrangements - yet they cant do anything to help, because there's no housing available.
and then some bright spark on the TV tells you we need to import ten million people in the next decade or so - because of our falling birth rates because young people cant afford a home to raise a family in, and you wonder where they'll live if you cant afford anything more than a one bedroom apartment. but then you remember - youre a worker, you cant afford a home when you have to pay taxes to build the homes for all these people who wouldnt be required if we had the houses in the first place for young families! not to mention pay the taxes to support those who prefer to not work who live in their three bedroom homes provided at your expense.
and slowly it dawns on you. the country is fucked, every which way. and since youre the one paying for the country, its you that getting fucked every which way, and there's not a damned thing you can do about it.
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