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Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy new year ! (what happened, chapter 4)

(this is a continuation from chapter 3, here)

We live in a social (soon to be socialist ?) country. Which signs all kind of Paris treaties, officially claims that the end of the world is near unless of course we pay climate taxes on our already existing climate taxes and beg our government to finally grace us with an annual gas price increase of at least 200 Euro-Dollars per gallon.

Migrants face the difficult choice between BMW and Mercedes to keep themselves busy between two deals. Some can't resist the stress and opt for both.

Self employed indigenous individuals are legally considered as immortal super-persons.

No kidding ! Bow down and pay respect, I am legally considered an immortal super-person.

As such, we are not entitled any gain-compensation insurance or welfare in case of illness, accident or death. By law we are never supposed to fall ill or handicapped. Never ever. We are super-persons.

Unlike employees who are granted unemployment compensations we have nothing. That means nada.

A visually impaired self-employed in the software business person and his dependent siblings are supposed to vanish in thin air. Or call the local welfare office which will help them doing so.

They will list all sellable belongings and gladly assist in their auction with a particular attention for capitalist lifestyle luxury items such as electric tooth-brushes, computers, hi-tech lab equipment, workshop tools.

Then, when one is on the street with a strict minimum of private possessions mostly limited to a towel and one set of clothes, they will finally offer assistance.

And closely monitor for any disqualifying signs of stealth richness such as a car, portable phone, internet connection.

Death is also not an option since siblings would inherit all incurred debts...

I might have scrapped too much of the sugar coating our Country is famous for yet... Misery loves company as they say.

So in clear I'll have an even more challenging year ahead. Recover my health and business.

Unless someone can provide me with fake ID's from traditionally considered migrant source countries.

Because Ladies and Gentleman, this is what Switzerland has turned into. A state that cares [significantly] more of migrants than autochthonous taxpayers.

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