It's probably too briliant to be what is actually happening...
Money's too tight to mention.
Right wing ba$tards give out yards about public service.
Govt sh1ts bricks...cos it hasn't a clue. Has brainwave...."Shaft the public service goodo. They're so institutionalised, they'll do fuk all. Also, we know where they live (Ireland)."
Pensions levy.
Strikes. Disruption. But no one really has a stomach for it.
Fizzles out...
Coffee shops lose trade.
Pi$$ed off public service starts pointing finger at others, including "no-receipts necessary", "money-for-just-turning-up", "how-many-envelopes?" politicians.
Things start getting mysteriosly leaked. Paranoia kicks in.
Right wing ba$tards gulp. "Fuk, they're so hard, we must be next!"
Turlough O'Sullivan has a sleepless night, his hawkish nose thrashing back and forth in bed, throwing Croagh Patrick-like shadows on his purple velvet wallpaper.
"Show us your receipts, Turlough, you ba$tard."
"What'll we sacrifise," the right wingers think.
"Maybe a 1% increase in corporation tax. We're earning fuk all anyway."
Top bankers are brought out for ritual humiliation of only being allowed earn 1m Euro p.a. instead of the 2m they're used to.
(Meanwhile, in dark but nicely air-conditioned dungeons, bankers invent new "investment products" but only tell each other about them.)
Pictures of bankers' 4x4s being repossessed, their kids crying cos they can't go skiing. (Kids look well fed and appear to be snickering slightly while still listening to their iPods.)
Bankers shown getting Ryanair flights, eating breakfast rolls, having holes in soles of shoes.
Meanwhile,
www.irishtaxavoidance.com becomes most popular website in Ireland.
Go on, click on it, you know you want to...you ba$tard!
