(See entry for end of tax year: May 31st.)
Worked out that I may have enough back from the bastard ATO for a much needed set of tyres for the ute.
This mostly due to "self-education expenses".
Great isn't it?: I pay tax on every ferkin thing in the universe and the mite I get back is for failing Sociology and being in the throes of failing Film 101.
Something must be wrong when we get positive tax outcomes for failures and bugger all for anything approaching success.
Maybe this gives us a clue to the elusive "national psyche"?
(Those who impose taxes have obviously not heard of basic behaviourism; a useful method when training horses, dogs and alpacas.)
Just think of some of the "services" we pay GST on.
Includes things like: smash repairs and copious other means of correcting disasters.
So let's all go out and wreck our cars ... it's obviously good for the GNP and the national economy generally.
Then there's all those fat cats who don't make the annual mileage quotas on their fleet vehicles.
They end up driving unwanted kms after unwanted kms to make it up before the end of the FBT year.
Great environmental policy?
No wonder we are a "sporting nation".
There's an obvious reason for it: it's great to see something that lasts a couple of hours and has clear rules and such that those rules make sense (more or less) to your average Sledge-in-the-paddock.
Once you're out of the world of sport and back into everyday life, the rules just don't make sense any more.
The original Wonderful Wizard of Oz (L. Frank Baum) is supposedly a satire on how the machinations of high finance can impact on ordinary folk: with Oz being the abbrev. for "ounce" (of gold).
I think he (Frank) knew something more and had a specific country in mind.
Once upon a time ... a magic woman gave me a red T-shirt based on this:
That's about it, except that I now have to work out another bit of dodgy semantics for "HOME".
Vanuatu?
Toto
[Clicking two pairs of heels in hope]
