Dear Mr English, I don't want a tax cut
Dear Mr. English, I know you're planning to give me a tax cut in the budget, but I don't really want it and certainly don't need it. Instead of an extra $30 - $40 a week in my pocket, which I'll only spend, what I want is:
To know that if I get sick or injured that there is a well equipped hospital waiting for me, and that I won't find a massive bill when I leave
To know that my kids can go to a well resourced school with great teachers who are well trained and well rewarded.
To know that if I call the cops they'll treat my problem as a priority, and won't be parked on the side of the road taking photos of people doing 112 kmh.
To know my daughter can walk to the bus stop safely.
To know that when the guy up the road is out of work that he is given enough money to enable him to live in dignity, and maybe not feel tempted by my open bathroom window. And I want to know that his case worker is actually on his case, not snowed under and under resourced.
To know that the woman up the road bringing up her kids on her own is able to feed and clothe them in a way that doesn't bring shame on her and on them.
To know that if the country ever needs them, whether in war or crisis, that our service personelle are well equipped and trained for the task ahead of them.
To ride my motorcycle on clean, well maintained roads.
To live in a country that rewards clever and hard working people, not just people who own stuff.
Mr. English, if I want an extra few dollars, I'll go and earn it because I have control over that, so don't try and make me happy by giving me something I can get for myself. Give me the things I need that I can't get for myself and I might just ask you to come back in 2011.
Yours, a voter.
Don't blame me, I voted Green.
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