The wonders of the web

I am trying to teach myself various things about using web pages. Every time I think "How do I add a button?" I go to Google and type in "How do I add a button?" and lots of people tell you.

Most of the people tell you for nothing, are most people really good and it just the shits who get to the top so we get a distorted view of humanity.

During the recent trouble, I am not convinced they were really riots, we only saw pictures of people behaving badly BUT I am willing to bet that there were lots of kind things happening but nobody took pictures of those. Recently the police said they were looking though 20,000 hours of CTCV footage. I wonder how much of it contains absolutely nothing of anyone doing harm.

So you are trying to do something, probably quite simple, and you ask the web and lo and behold people want to help, no gain for them. Which leads me, quite naturally, on to the issue of these economists saying that if we tax rich people they will go away. Would it matter, how many of theses rich people, earning over£150,000 a year actually worth and are they contributing that much to our economy. I reckon the ones who would leave will do more good leaving than staying, perhaps they are the ones we should be sending home.

This is taken from http://www.hidden-london.com/lyrics.html

"it’s the poor what gets the blame
A traditional cockney expression of lamentation, taken from a music hall song that dates from the late 19th or early 20th century. The song’s title is rendered either as ‘It’s the Same the Whole World Over’ or ‘She Was Poor but She Was Honest’. A 1930 version by Bob Weston and Bert Lee was regularly performed by the comic entertainer Billy Bennett (1887–1942). The lyric exists in varying forms, and has been lewdly adapted for drinking songs, but the gist is always of a country girl who is seduced and abandoned by a wicked squire. Fleeing to London, she receives similar treatment from gentlemen in positions of authority. Finally she throws herself from a bridge into the Thames at midnight. In one version she drowns but in others she is rescued and rises to her feet to repeat the chorus:

It’s the same the whole world over,
It’s the poor what gets the blame.
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure [or ‘gravy’],
Ain’t it all a blooming [or ‘bleeding’] shame?"

I have always known the following which I feel expresses a truth and one verse I seem to recall has the lines

" The working class can kiss my arse
I have got the foreman's job at last"

That's why we can't tax the rich! Whilst most people get on with their lives the rich spend their time screwing everyone else.