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Is Grant Robertson man enough to increase the money flow of M1 and M2 economic measurement, so that ordinary people can actually now afford to live in reasonable conditions. The economy is going to slow drastically and inflation is low, so does he have the balls to put money into the hands of the people. Or is he joined at the hip with other financial eunuchs and zealots who like to impose austerity for the sake of purity, talk about the importance of growth but don’t follow through with seeding it. Greece felt their dead hand, now the world. What me worry they say. We’ve got all and more than we need. Ordinary people suck, we’ll push you into place in our game of chess.
Chess the game isn’t very big in NZ; too much mental work, we have liked immediate gratification from our moves in the past, so without further ado Grant, grant us some more of Labour’s revolutionary fervour, this time benefitting the lower income strata who are going to spend it all in NZ. How about an immediate benefit rise of $25 per week. You can afford it through manipulating the accounts, take it out of road building, establish the multiplier effect within the month after, and the boost to tax that will make the net input really small and affordable. Go on, big man, give it a go. Get Treasury to drag some of their keen young things away from their usual tracks, and get them writing with their left hand not their right, assuring them it will leave no sinister stain on their CVs.
I thought that this from Lemony Snicket was sage advice, going forward:
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wake up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a love-less landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake someone else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
I am dedicated to doing my bit in this Herculean undertaking. (Only humour mixed with feisty stubborness to the point of stupidity will enable us to last the distance to some degree of practical success in this discombobulation we find ourselves in.)
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