DO YOU TAKE CASH?
In a situation where tourists
ask "Do you take cash?", and shoppers wonder why the queue at the check-out takes so long: I ask, how did plastic become the new paper?
And why would Transport for London fool the public into
thinking they have the right to pay by any means they wish and the business
owner has no say in the transaction?
TfL are very anti cash. If you want to hop
on a bus with cash, forget it.
If you do not have a card or you are
overdrawn, you have to purchase an Oyster card in a shop. Yes walk away from
the bus, watch it drive off, and go purchase your Oyster.
I know you are confused, but this is TfL we
are talking about, and they do not think like you and me.
TfL are not the only culprits. Councils
like the 'convenience' of plastic too. Try parking your car without a
smartphone or money in your account.
When I say 'convenience', I mean convenient
for the Council, not for the consumer.
Taxis are the last bastion of consumer
choice. For decades Taxis have been accepting both card and cash, for their
customers' convenience.
So why are the likes of TfL and Westminster
Council pushing so hard to for a cashless society?
Firstly you have to look at who gains from
a plastic economy.
The reason card payments are being foisted
as the only way to pay José, is so some fat phuk can sit sucking on his Cohiba,
with a flute of Gout de Diamants in one hand, and an under-aged Russian
prostitute in the other, sunning himself on his yacht in the South of France,
as five percent of everyone's spending makes its way into his offshore account,
without him have to put his champagne or child bride down.
Cash is no good for his lifestyle. He would
have to start working for a living. And his Swiss banker would stop inviting
him around for Christmas on the piste.
Back home his minions in Parliament are
encouraging debt, and educating trendies on how entering your card and then
your PIN and then wait for clearance, is so much more convenient than that dirty
money with its meat based fivers.
What a job, hey?
Sitting there on your yacht, waiting for
the suckers to start spending.
Once the 'suckers' have paid their 'income
tax' and their oxymoronic 'value added tax', they can then pay more for the
privilege of spending their own hard earned non-cash.
And if they run into debt, because they are
uncertain of how much they actually possess, they can use their plastic credit
to bide them over till the end of the month; at a reasonable rate of interest
of course. Deemed reasonable by your mate on the yacht moored next to yours.
What a great scam, hey?
But would anybody fall for it?
Maybe not. But you can dream can't you?
Dream of a land of blinkered sheep.
Spring lambs, whose only worry is where
they are going out on the weekend.
Or the muttons dressed as lamb, who buy
bacon by the slice, and live in perpetual debt.
And then there are the tups, who believe
they have everything sorted, who don't own their house so much as it owns them.
They got on the treadmill years ago and they will keep pushing themselves until
it finally kills them.
Sheep literally dying to pay for your
newer, bigger yacht.
Wake up!
The wolf is at the door.