by Daniel Jupp

Taking note of the budget is like ringing up your burglar to ask what he plans to spend the money on.

I have no interest in it any more. I know how it works.

They steal from me and everyone like me. They waste trillions. The very basic things they are supposed to do and that the money is supposed to be for aren’t done. Every service they provide is provided badly and expensively. Everything they are supposed to do gets worse, and everything they aren’t supposed to do gets funded.

There is never enough money for the very basic things they are supposed to do. There is always enough money for the very stupid things you don’t want them to do.

For every £100 or whatever other currency they waste they set aside about 0.1% to give back to ordinary people, whilst boasting that it’s the most they have ever given back to me. At the same time they ask me to ignore the crackling inferno of money the size of Mount Everest that they have just set on fire again.

Whilst this is happening I see them gleefully stuffing their own pockets with money marked ‘for the bonfire’ and chucking bucketloads of cash at various criminal friends and enterprises and a whole begging line of strangers who are only united by the fact that none of them paid a penny in.

The next year they repeat it, only worse. If the party in power changes, they repeat it, only worse. If the party in power doesn’t change, they repeat it, only worse.

Telling me which bit of the budget you prefer is like telling me you liked it best when our abuser grabbed my arse but not so much when he yanked your hair.

No taxation without representation. We have no representation. None.