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Friday, July 12, 2013

Superannuation imbalance


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Next time these self-serving cowboys (and -girls) start talking about devoting their lives to the nation and the public's good, you know what they really mean!

While our superannuation and life-time savings are subjected to the vagaries of the markets, these have-beens receive defined benefits which can never be reduced and never be lost, and that after having received from the public purse huge parliamentary salaries, travel allowances, printing allowances, entertainment allowances - the list goes on.

In fact, there is no list - or, if there is, it is well hidden from the public. I mean, we have had Grocery Watch, Fuel Watch, My School, and several other websites to "empower" us but I have yet to see a My Parliamentarian website to tell me what these time-servers are really being paid. And will continue to receive for the rest of their lives in the form of free Gold Card travel, government offices and cars, and whatever else is hidden in the fine print of their parliamentary entitlements.

And, of course, the real rewards come after they have 'retired' from their parliamentary sinecure in the form of 'jobs for the boys' handed out for past favours and lucrative corporate contracts on the strength of their inner-circle connections.

Will these comments earn me ten years in jail?

We always get the government we deserve! But do we really have a choice? Just as cattle are herded from one field to another, using incentives and their natural, trusting nature, only to find themselves imprisoned behind barbed wire fences again and living just as they were in the previous pasture, so the masses are continually controlled and manipulated.

The analogy even extends to that day when the trusting beasts are loaded onto a cattle truck and driven not to a new (and supposedly 'better') pasture, but to the slaughterhouse, where the screams, pain, terror and stench of the abattoir can be likened to the battlefields of yet another orchestrated war. The banksters (i.e. central bankers) grow fat from the blood of the masses, just as the livestock farmers grow rich from the blood of the animals that trust them.