Gough at least had a grand vision of taking back the farm - something becoming ever more of a necessity daily as Australia founders - by borrowing a paltry $300m (not paltry at the time) and buying out all stocks of ore deposits for the future harvesting by Australians for Australians - not Indians, Chinese and 457 visa holders.

Now - in my later years - I am forced to offer before you Philistines the Golden city concept of the GAIA - an independent Australian owned and operated modern steel and subsidiary facility on the West Coast run on natural gas and solar and wind power, thus developing the West Coast and within easy range of the ore deposits on whom the leases will be terminated soon and the resources revert to the National Resource Bank of Oz......

No middle men, no hole diggers masquerading as empresses and emperors and purporting to know all the answers to modern Australia's problems, many of which are generated by these same empresses and emperors and their mandarins such as Andrei... who forever trumpets the glories of thatcher in reducing his poor suffering dad's income tax...

In 1971 the top rate of income tax on earned income was cut to 75%. A surcharge of 15% kept the top rate on investment income at 90%.In 1974 the cut was partly reversed and the top rate on earned income was raised to 83%. With the investment income surcharge this raised the top rate on investment income to 98%, the highest permanent rate since the war. This applied to incomes over £20,000 (£176,477 as of 2014).

Margaret Thatcher, who favoured indirect taxation, reduced personal income tax rates during the 1980s.[14] In the first budget after her election victory in 1979, the top rate was reduced from 83% to 60% and the basic rate from 33% to 30%"

Yup - Andrei's dad was suffering on around $400k a year..... life is tough for some, though.... and Maggie simply introduced indirect taxes so he gained nothing, but thought he had... DUM.

olde.sault wrote on May 3^rd, 2014 at 7:45am:



Weren't you telling us late last year that you yourself blew a little 'bastard"  (in the true sense of the word) out after a sojourn between the sheets?