Posted on 02/05/2012 9:45:12 AM PST by DCBryan1
London, England-In yet another outrageous piece of social engineering from our coalition government, pensioners will be encouraged to downsize to smaller properties allowing local councils to rent their homes out as council houses and manage the tenancy.
Local authorities will help older people move from their homes into more suitable accommodation. Grant Schapps, the Housing Minister, who is a conservative member of parliament claims the scheme will solve a so-called housing crisis as well as creating a system that will permit access to various sources of wealth that are currently not being used to pay for care.
Read that as the elderly will have to raid their pension pots and hand over the equity in their homes - which they have spent a lifetime paying for in order to put themselves into a care system which is notoriously unfit for purpose.
Despite having paid taxes all their lives, pensioners will be forced to run down their wealth while those that have squandered their money or lived off the state will get free care. The idea is to create more stocks of affordable housing for younger families. This is a euphemism for subsidized houses for families that have deadbeat dads, single mothers with a battery of children from different fathers and other assorted welfare dependent cases that need help.
(Excerpt) Read more at canadafreepress.com ...
Hmm, it took the American Colonists 8 years, with French, Dutch and Spanish help, to beat the British. The ACW took 4 years...
Not with all those foreclosed and unrentable units sitting vacant.
The housing market in Britain is very different.
The central government and local government (councils) play an even bigger role than they do in the US.
This short scene from near the end of my 3rd novel, Foreign Enemies And Traitors.
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A quick phone call would be all right, thought Doug. Tennessee to Maryland wasnt so far, and it was after six PM. It was a stroke of luck that he had found the cell phone in a kitchen junk drawer, and that it was actually getting a signal. Finally, he was catching a break, and managing to turn lemons into lemonade.
They had arrived at the new safehouse in the late afternoon. It was in an isolated hollow surrounded by thick woods. Doug was happy just to squirm out of the cramped hiding place under the salvage truck. The secret compartments bottom and sides were ice cold metal, and had left him shivering with hypothermia. The new place wasnt much more than a cabin, but it had a cast-iron stove and plenty of firewood, so they had all been able to get warm, wash up, and enjoy a meal. After being locked with Phil into the frigid metal box under the truck for several hours, unable even to turn over, the cozy cabin was paradise. Hed eaten four steaming hot baked potatoes, slathered with fresh farm butter, and couldnt remember ever eating anything tastier or more filling in his life.
Their driver and host Dewey was a mysterious sort of person. Doug only knew his name from what was written on the doors of his junk truck. In age he fit somewhere between Boone and Carson, but like both of those men, he seemed a lot tougher than his years would indicate. Doug guessed that Dewey Lieberman was not his real name, but hed had few opportunities to talk with the man. Deweys conversations with Boone and Carson stopped short or shifted to some innocuous topic when he was around. Dewey left the cabin in his big truck, and returned after dark with an ordinary compact car. Again, he conferred quietly with Boone and Carson, but always out of Dougs earshot. Ive been traveling and operating with Boone for months, he thought, and two days after Carson shows up, Im cut out of his conversations. Then Boone announced, not discussed, but announced that they had somewhere to go tonight. They, but not him. Not Doug Dolan. No, good old faithful Doug would remain behind to what? Guard the isolated cabin? Hold down the fort? Boone and Carson left with Dewey after nightfall.
So who could blame him for his curiosity, after they had ditched out on him and left him behind? His natural inquisitiveness about the new safehouse had led him to discover the forgotten cell phone. It was inside of an old-fashioned metal pill container, buried beneath pliers, screwdrivers and scissors. He was actually shocked when he pushed the power button and it lit up, and he stared at its glowing screen in wonder for a long time. It was the first working cell phone that he had touched since before the earthquakes, one very long year ago. It was a prepaid phone, showing 137 minutes remaining.
A few minutes on the phone were all he needed, and nobody would ever know. Who counted a few airtime minutes, on an old cell phone left in a drawer? Nobody, Doug was sure. Not even these days. Boone had left him behind at the cabin safehouse, and that had been a blow to his pride. Was it because they didnt trust him, or because they just didnt need him? Well, Doug rationalized, at least the unexpected privacy will give me a chance to make the one phone call that Ive been anxious to make for so many months. He punched in the long-memorized Baltimore number, and miraculously, after clicks, buzzing and dead air pauses, he heard the phone ringing at the other end. After six or seven rings, the phone was picked up. The call had gone through, and his heart soared in anticipation!
Mom! Mom, its me!
But instead of his mothers voice, Doug heard music, and a man finally answered, but Doug couldnt understand what he was saying. A man? What was a strange man doing at his mothers house, answering the phone?
Hello, whos this? asked Doug. Where is Mrs. Dolan?
The phone was dropped with a bang. Long seconds later, somebody else picked it up, a female voice. Holá, hallo! Who ees?
This is DougDoug Dolan! Listen, wheres my mother? Where is Mrs. Dolan?
Meesees Do-lane? You ees Meesees Do-lane?
No! Im Doug Dolan, Mrs. Dolans son! Please, is Mrs. Dolan there?
Meesees Do-lane? Un minuto, please. I getting Meesees Do-lane, okay?
Doug waited, perplexed and more than a bit worried. Who were the people who had answered the phone at his mothers house? He could make out the music now; it was some kind of fast Latin salsa or Mexican ranchera music.
After a minute, he finally heard his mothers voice. Hello, who is this? she asked.
Mom, its me, Doug!
Douglas? Douglasyoure alive! Oh my goodness, oh thank God, youre alive! They told me that you were missing and presumed dead in Tennessee, after the earthquakes! But youre alive! Oh, thank God, thank God! Douglas, can you come home? When can you come home? Oh, I need you here Douglas, I need you! Where are you? When can you come home?
I dont know Mom; things are a little crazy right now. Just as soon as I can, I will. I promise. Mom, who answered the phone? I heard a man, and then a woman came on the line. Who are they?
Oh Doug, I have so much to tell you! So much has happened since you left!
Mom, who are those people who just answered the phone?
Doug, thats the Sanchorios family; theyre originally from El Salvador.
El Salvador? What are they doing in our house?
They live here now Douglas, they live here!
What?!
The government split our house up into apartments, after I couldnt pay the vacant room tax. Then they had the Sanchorios family move in upstairs. They were living in Nashville, but their apartment building was wrecked in the earthquakes. They were earthquake refugees.
Mom, what do you mean, the vacant room tax?
What? Oh, its new since last year. A new law. The property tax appraiser said that I had too many bedrooms for just one person to be living here. Too many square feet, theres a formula. Since I couldnt pay the vacant room tax, I had to take in boarders, boarders that the state assigned to live here. Thats what they do now.
Doug tried to make sense of it. Vacant room tax? Boarders? From El Salvador? Do they pay you rent?
No, not to me. Thats why I have boarders. Its instead of paying the vacant room tax. They waived the tax, since Ive taken in refugees. The state assigned them to live here. They get to live here for free. Their son joined that new army, the North American Legion, so they have priority on housing. Oh Doug, its just unbearable!
Where are they living? How many are there? Doug was stunned, coming to grips with the unexpected news about their home being subdivided.
They live upstairs. I cant keep track of how many there are; they come and go at all hours. Theres usually at least seven or eight of them, not counting babies. I think theyre subletting the rooms upstairs, but I cant tell whos who. It seems like they change practically every week, except for the Sanchorios family. We all share the kitchen, but Im too afraid to go in there when theyre around. I sleep in the sitting room next to the living room, thats my apartment now. The sitting room and the living room, and the downstairs bathroom, thats where I live. I cook on a hot plate, when the electricity is working. Oh, Douglas, when are you coming home?
I cant now Mom, but I will as soon as I can, I promise.
Douglas, they wont even let me use the upstairs bathroom, so I have to wash in the sink in the first floor bathroom. Oh, and the kitchen is ruined, just ruined! I dont even know what the second floor looks like; they wont let me come upstairs, but water is dripping through the ceiling and the plaster is falling down. They drink beer and yell and play their music so loud all night that I cant sleep. They park their cars on the lawn, and the grass all died. The men even pee outside! When I say anything, they just laugh in my face and call me la brooha blanca, I think that means the white witch. They laugh at me and say, su casa es mi casa. They curse at me and throw things at me, in my own house! Mrs. Dolan began to sob and weep.
Mom, you should go to the police, this isnt right!
But I did go to the authorities Douglas, I did! I had a lawyer file complaints. But Doug, the world is upside-down now! They got a free court-appointed lawyer, and they sued me for harassment and ethnic discrimination! The state was going to charge me with hate crimes, and I almost lost the house completely! Then I had to apologize to them, in court! I was never so humiliated in my entire life! The judge said I was lucky that I had boarders, since I couldnt pay the vacant room tax. Lucky, he said I was! I even had to go to a cultural sensitivity class, to get rehabilitated! Rehabilitated! Oh Doug, what am I going to do? What am I going to do? His mother began sobbing again.
I dont know Mom, I dont know. But Ill come home as soon as I can. Ive got some problems with the Army, so it might not be for a while, but Ill try at least to visit in a couple of weeks. Hang in there Mom! Ill help you the best that I can, as soon as I can get there.
Doug heard a mans loud voice in the background, and then his mother said quietly, Ive got to hang up. Mr. Sanchorios needs to use the phone now, so I have to go. Goodbye Douglas. I love you, and Im so happy to know that youre alive! Goodbye Douglas
Heck, bypass the middle man and go straight to death panels.
Yoou are so prescient TM - Please tell us the results of the GOP Primary Election;) You know you know.
Down to earth poetry - very real and very chilling.
Does this mean the queen will have to give up her palace?
Folks, this is GOVERNMENT-OWNED housing. Not private homes.
Why let Freeper hysteria and paranoia get in the way of facts?
It has to be said —this generation brought everything it is about to get, on itself. Either through direct participation or by way of apathy and cowardice.
Local authorities will help older people move from their homes into more suitable accommodation.
That won't be necessary here thanks to Obamacare and Pelosi.
Palliative End of Life Optimum Serenity Initiative (PELOSI) -- Modifying Democrat Richard Lamm's "seriously ill old people have a duty to die and get out of the way" -- to Obama's edict that "for any illness just give 'em a pill."
Thus no more curative treatments and now it's PELOSI!
What a deal! No need for more suitable accommodations -- the (and I am one) old bastards will be gone!
(Bring it on, Marxist-Alinsky campus spoiled brats.)
In looking at this painting it is interesting to see the very small group of Presidents that seemingly are on Obama’s side as he steps on the Constitution, while the greater number are on the other side.
I like! Much better than SHTF! The constant repetition in the SHTF Planning: 20 Lessons from the Streets of Cairo post numbs the reader and after a bit the phrase loses impact. IMHO it is probably better to limit the frequency of usage of any "descriptive phrase", certainly to less than once per paragraph. I think overuse of such "capsule thinking phrases" my lead to blurring the message which I'm sure is not your desire. In general your articles are through, helpful, and of great practical value to anyone interested in ameliorating the future's potential unpleasantness.
Regards,
GtG
PS I also think the acronym, SHTF, is more acceptable then spelling out the entire phrase. Again, my opinion only.
But there isn't any principled majority "we" anymore. 40% or more of the U.S. population seems to want that kind of thing -- forced income and wealth distribution. 20% may be indifferent. May be too late to stop the progression toward Marxism here as well.
Clearly they are running out of other peoples money.
But thats what happens when you reward theft through the government and punish achievement through the same means.
Just something more to look forward to if President Downgrade is able to fool enough people one more time.
Sounds like the reverse mortgage scheme here. That will turn into a bad deal for elders too.
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