The hunt is on for new journalistic game. Celebrities are protected, Muslims a politically incorrect target, Wiki leaks so last year, and the Bankers hunted to extinction. The aspiring journo-hunter has gone in search of new quarry â the Baby Boomers.
This year, the first of those babies born in the heady days and nights after May 8th 1945 when Britain celebrated the end of the slaughter of young men in time honoured fashion, will step up to the national handbag and meekly ask if they might have the pension they have been contributing to during their working life.
It will amount to Â£5,077 pounds on average. On average, they will have accrued an extra Â£2,000 a year in private pension. Â£7,077 or Â£136 pound a week. They wonât be living the high life.
Phillip Inman is ready for them, determined to bag the first flush.
âBaby boomers are Britainâs secret millionaires â The inadvertent burden baby boomers have bequeathed the young is sending Britain brokeâ
Taking a passing pot shot at the bankers for old times sake â âThe boomersâ claims on the national income and assets are in addition to the City bankers and landed gentry. It was wrong when old money demanded more than its fair share, but it was affordable. With millions more having their hand out as a reward for retiring, we will soon be broke.â
âBurdenâ, âhaving their hand outâ, such is the buck shot heading the way of pensioners.
The Baby boomers paid for the social security, they paid for the NHS, they paid for the âfreeâ education, they paid with their lives for the freedom to enjoy all that â they willingly poured an uncomfortable percentage of their income into the ânational assetâ that they are now seen as âhaving their hand outâ unfairly to.
The country is certainly broke, but it isnât grand-dad looking for his miserable Â£136 a week that caused it to be broke â he was too busy going into work every day running the trains, the buses, looking forward to his gold watch.
It was the young who came out of the red brick universities in the 70s with their liberal ethics, their determination to support the fluffy pandas, the Congo basin, the Kashmiri separatists, the Sri Lankan womenâs co-operative, Free Tibet, you name it â it was the young and aspiring political wonks who somehow imagined that grand-dads taxes could stretch to supporting any daft idea they cared to dream up.
Now that Grand-dad is making his way up the Treasury steps they are turning their propaganda machines round to fire at him â âheâs got his hand outâ, âwe canât afford itâ, âunfair, unfairâ, they squeal.
The Institute of Economic Affairs has joined in and launched a vindictive attack on pensioners, calling for the abolition of free bus travel, TV licences and the winter fuel allowance, alongside accelerating the retirement age and reducing increases in the state pension.
âGerrof grand-dadâ they say, âitâs our moneyâ â âand whilst youâre about it, find another way of financing the care we arenât going to give you in your old age, âcos we want your house too â thatâs our inheritance!â
That money was loaned to you, you flibbertygibbet toe rags, entrusted to you to invest, to help you grow strong and well educated.
You squandered it, yes you, in your Â£250 designer jeans, and your Nike trainers, and your Blackberry glued to your ear. If there is any section of society that shouldnât suffer in the economic cuts â itâs those baby boomers collecting their pension next month.