For the past 154 days of the year, you have been working hard to support the army of one legged Albanian criminals, profligate politicians, the clown prosecution service, Kid’s Company, NHS outreach and diversity officers, a police force that appears to be riddled with deluded liars…I shan’t go on, I promised you some good news.
As from today, Tax Freedom Day, the fruits of your labour are all your own. Every penny you earn from now until December 31st shall be yours to have and to hold until in death you do part.
Unfortunately, that might be sooner than you think. Just as you wiped the sweat off your brow from the exertion of keeping the government in the manner to which is has become accustomed, come news of a crashing error in the Mayan calendar. It seems they had correctly calculated that there are 365 days in the year, but failed to set their calculators to include decimal points – or would that have been a fraction back then? Did calculators ever do fractions? Anyway, there are 365.25 days in year.
Which means that all those people who carefully prepared for Apocalypse on the 21st December 2012, and ruined a perfectly good Christmas for themselves, were out by 4 years. Computers have been set the task of calculating the correct date and have come up with the answer –
Yesterday you were still busy working to pay for Corbyn and co. – today you die. (you might put it off ’til tomorrow in some parts of the world)
Cheerful little soul aren’t I? I’m going out for lunch to make the most of the day.