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… and I wept.

This morning I did my usual thing these days — plug-in the laptop and peruse stuff while drinking the first coffee of the day.  Naturally, being the day after the handing down of the touted horror budget, I turned to the news.

Oh yes, all was as expected. I felt a bit sorry for the school leavers and young people trying to find jobs when I read the lower paid Youth Allowance age extended. Okay, I can live with that. A lot of those young people probably live at home still or can extend their schooling one way or another, help now being made available for trades as well as diplomas.

But, when I read that other unemployed persons under 30 would have to wait six months to get any welfare, I wept. I mean, I actually did weep. I couldn’t help it.  I disguised the depth of my emotion from Mr R. with a cough or two (I’m constantly doing that — coughing) and blowing my nose. But later, in the shower, I wept freely. By then, I had discovered that not only these people without jobs under 30 would have to wait six months, but then after they worked for the dole for six months, they would then have financial aid stopped for another six months, and this cycle would go on until they got a job or turned 30.

I wept, not in rage or disbelief, but in anguish.

I can already feel the despair that the genuine job-seeker will feel, and make no mistake, most of the unemployed want to work. Dont believe the dole bludger bullshit fed to us by the media and politicians.  Who in their right mind would want to live on that pittance and jump through all the hoops needed to get that pittance .  Most people have to swallow their pride and ignore the stigma that washes over one for having the effrontery to enter a Centrelink building. Or maybe that’s just me.

You don’t just rock up to the office, fill in a few forms, and then wait for the money. It isn’t that simple. You have to have reasons, excuses, evidence.  Every six months, I feel as if I am selling my soul just applying for a Low Income Health Care Care! And I only have to do that by mail.

There are not enough jobs for everyone. It doesn’t help that the government will subsidize the jobs of the over 50s to the tune of $10,000 for two years.

These people who have no family support will have two options, beg or steal.

The spirit of these young people will be broken as they are forced into jobs working under the basic wage, just for the privilege to eat. This, in turn, will displace other workers as employers find excuses to offload them if they insist on the award wage. All the working rights our forefathers fought for, eroded, little by little.

Oh, by the way, if this under 30 person should have dependants, he/she can apply for a family tax benefit.  Oh, that’s all right then.

I only hope the Senate sees reason.


I started blogging in an effort to keep the old brain cells alive. I'm writing a fantasy series, I take more MOOCs than I can handle, and am trying to get my Nikon D3000 off auto. I live in Victoria, Australia, with my husband and our dog, Vika.

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