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Welfare or Social Security

WelfareIn the UK every working man pays a percentage from his earnings to the state. It's called National Insurance.

It's a fair chunk of money and paid in addition to his tax. NI (National Insurance) contributions are automatic deductions from the pay packet.

National Insurance is just that – insurance, to cover things like pensions in old age, assistance in deprivation and unemployment, free school meals for the underprivileged children, money for the disabled and infirm, a safety net to catch those who cannot help themselves. 

The icing on the cake was the National Health Service – a universal health care – free at the point of delivery.

Idealistic, daring, innovative. Morally just. The Grand Solution. A socialist, caring advance in human civilisation.

Sadly, such was it's success, so it got bigger, and bigger. So big in fact that it became a necessity.

The state became the provider. Slowly over time a mindset fell into place, that there was no need to strive, to be ambitious, to seek work, because the state would provide. Money would be paid, to provide rent, to provide income, to feed and house and clothe. People lost their pride, their hunger, their self-respect – the welfare state became the dependent state. It grew and grew. It became a monster, that fed off everything, growing ever hungry, to the extent that every resource was necessary to keep it alive, and it would drain the life of everyone. Indeed, it would bleed its own mother dry. 

Today, the NI contribution to the state is spent before it is deducted, and the state makes up the deficit. In the UK we are all in debt to an experiment which is out of control. The cost is almost £200 billion a year. I'll repeat that in case you think it was a typo ""200 billion". The level of borrowing is equal. Its the difference between what government spends (£671b) and what they recieve (£496b)- aka the deficit. The last time that level of borrowing was required, we were at war with Hitler. 

The well meaning visionaries could not foresee the result, they could not foresee the advances in medical science, they could not foresee that they would create a class of society which would become so dependent upon it. 

People had more children years ago as an insurance gamble. Childhood mortality was high, so they would have more children because they knew that there was a high chance of losing some. They weren't mercenary, but they knew the reality of life. There was no welfare state, so children were their investment – to provide income for the family. To marry and succeed, to care for them in old age. That dictum still exists in many poor countries around the world or places where opportunity is limited. 

But in the advanced west – in the UK – that fear no longer existed. Self control was replaced by state control. "Have children, we will provide, live long and prosper. Work will be there, healthcare will be there, Utopia will be there. The brave new world is your oyster".

The result for all to see is that we have no industry, no manual labour, no money, few houses, no hope and no Utopian dream. The solution is to educate and keep the young in schools and university as long as possible, make them pay for the privilege and expect them to pay the debt if they find a job. If they can't then the state will keep them – but there's no money left for them. 

Those in work are creating technology to dispel the need for human labour. There's only so many bits in a byte. And the creators themselves will eventually become redundant. 

Meanwhile we live longer in a state which advises us to live healthily and strives to keep us from our bad habits, yet at the same time secretly hopes we won't live for very long because we will be a tremendous drain on resources. 

Welcome to the Brave New World.


January 12, 2013 - Posted by | Culture, Current Affairs, Education, Europe, General, History, Politics, Religion, United Kingdom | , , , , , , , , ,

1 Comment »

  1. To be quite honest I am at an age now, and have come from countries where I have seen it all. I no longer know whether I am Arthur or Martha to be quite Frank.


    Comment by spookmoor | January 12, 2013 | Reply

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