I thought my online ordering system was win-win , and of course if you make enough of the stuff its not a problem at all if everyone in china wants it.
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I thought my online ordering system was win-win , and of course if you make enough of the stuff its not a problem at all if everyone in china wants it.
This morning they had a journalist on the tv, possibly Susie O Brian.
The topic was a proposal that "companies get taxed for using robots" so that the tax could go towards retraining redundant staff.
Susie thought it was a great idea, she was ok because she had a good University Education but.......
she knew people who had worked at Holden , and their skills were totally useless for nearly everything.
I was just gobsmacked by this.
General Motors had not replaced their workers with Automation.
General Motors had decided the cost of making cars in Australia was too much and had gone off to make cars in places such as Korea and China.
If GM had invested heavily in automation, like the Germans do, they might still be making cars in Australia.
But if there was a tax on such automation, they would more likely go down the path they are already on.
And i'm sorry, but while the unions were successful in pushing the pay for these highly trained workers through the roof, it ultimately caused what happened to happen.
Taxing corporate activities locally causes them to go offshore pure and simple.
Its stunning that people still think they can push these sorts of business into paying more.
If they could fit a house in a 40' container they'd be coming here in boats. In fact i just had an idea for an apartment building inspired by Lego.
It's partly tax but mainly cheap labour. Taking a global view, it's not necessary a bad thing, as the wages and living standards rise over time, a middle class develops, the economy becomes sophisticated and the whole road show moves on to the next country. I just wish I could shake this nagging feeling that we will run out of resources (globally) and the whole thing crashes & burns. Given that, the Saints really need to pull their collective fingers out & win a premiership soon...This morning they had a journalist on the tv, possibly Susie O Brian.
The topic was a proposal that "companies get taxed for using robots" so that the tax could go towards retraining redundant staff.
Susie thought it was a great idea, she was ok because she had a good University Education but.......
she knew people who had worked at Holden , and their skills were totally useless for nearly everything.
I was just gobsmacked by this.
General Motors had not replaced their workers with Automation.
General Motors had decided the cost of making cars in Australia was too much and had gone off to make cars in places such as Korea and China.
If GM had invested heavily in automation, like the Germans do, they might still be making cars in Australia.
But if there was a tax on such automation, they would more likely go down the path they are already on.
And i'm sorry, but while the unions were successful in pushing the pay for these highly trained workers through the roof, it ultimately caused what happened to happen.
Taxing corporate activities locally causes them to go offshore pure and simple.
Its stunning that people still think they can push these sorts of business into paying more.
If they could fit a house in a 40' container they'd be coming here in boats. In fact i just had an idea for an apartment building inspired by Lego.
As far as I know, we are the only country in the world that allows other nationals to effectively buy citizenship through property purchases. There's a lot of distortions in the property market, including this one. It's a bit scary when you compare prices to other countries.
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Taking a global view , industry develops , the big companies shift their production offshore.
We forgot to get the big companies. The big companies that were formed in Australia during that phase were sold off or dismantled. More money in retail apparently.
Big manufacturers are mostly owned by Germans, Americans etc etc .
We aren't left with a head office full of highly paid designers and planners to keep the sophisticated economy ( coffee makers, home builders, lawn mowers ) ticking over.
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of our 3 kids, two had to take the formula, we had no choice due to medical reasons. the last one was breastfed. if there was a shortage when our kids needed it, it would have been seriously stressful given the circumstances and the potential ramifications.
so i'm with you.
its horrible.
but is anyone really surprised... no real empathy or compassion for their fellow human beings. anything to make a buck.
Fair point
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This morning they had a journalist on the tv, possibly Susie O Brian.
The topic was a proposal that "companies get taxed for using robots" so that the tax could go towards retraining redundant staff.
Susie thought it was a great idea, she was ok because she had a good University Education but.......
she knew people who had worked at Holden , and their skills were totally useless for nearly everything.
I was just gobsmacked by this.
General Motors had not replaced their workers with Automation.
General Motors had decided the cost of making cars in Australia was too much and had gone off to make cars in places such as Korea and China.
If GM had invested heavily in automation, like the Germans do, they might still be making cars in Australia.
But if there was a tax on such automation, they would more likely go down the path they are already on.
And i'm sorry, but while the unions were successful in pushing the pay for these highly trained workers through the roof, it ultimately caused what happened to happen.
Taxing corporate activities locally causes them to go offshore pure and simple.
Its stunning that people still think they can push these sorts of business into paying more.
If they could fit a house in a 40' container they'd be coming here in boats. In fact i just had an idea for an apartment building inspired by Lego.
It's a funny one with manufacturing cars. Most countries subsidise their auto industries to some degree, most because in war times manufacturing can be turned over to arms etc. We subsidised the industry in the billions but the tax return was higher than the subsidies and kept people employed. We subsidise mining and don't get much back for it and there are many fewer associated industries that feed off it.
Corporations won't leave because we tax them if they are profitable. It's just scaremongering. It's a problem with the capitalist model. To make everything cheaper you have to stop employing people, stop employing people and no one has money to buy the goods that you sell. Then you have to go global and start moving on to new countries who have workers who still earn a wage.
The idea that markets are a god like entity that makes choices has become an unquestioned idea.
Australia's new enterprise into space exploration is so naive, New Zealand have done really well to innovate by printing rocket engines in a 3D printer which saves huge money. I can't see what we are doing but trying to play catch up in an area we have nothing to offer that doesn't already exist.
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The fact that they can't get access to clean product should make it a compassionate issuer over seas residents too tough and the Oz government should just legislate so that it can be rationed to a certain amount per family. It would be very easy to do via the company delivering it from a central point. Any excess production send over seas.
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Retail is ****ed too, we off shore that as well. We sell stuff here with GST, you can buy it all cheaper on Amazon or Ali Baba and so even retail stores are all closing. We are a country of service industries.
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Yeah, just our luck, we will finally get our shit together and be ten goals up with 10 minutes left on the clock in a GF and society will collapse.
I hit Melbourne for the first time in 18 months or so later today. Might ask for some food recommendations. Sadly too late for the Members Day or whatever it is.
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If you like Yum Cha, Secret Kitchen in Exhibition Street is great and for Greek food Gazi. Saint and Rogue for nice pub meals
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Cheers Gringo, all sorts really. Staying in Docklands. One of my sons at Melb Uni so he will give some advice no doubt. But he is a student on a student budget!
Middling budget. I am very partial to Chinese food in Australia. In U.K. it is shocking. Spent many years in Hong Kong and Singapore, so I miss that more than most things!
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Chin Chin, Longrain and Supernormal are all good and all in the city. Not Chinese but more pan again I guess. Uncle in St Kilda is good and they have a restaurant in Collins street.
Nailed it.
Easy to point to Germany. People should look into his their labour force is organised and their tax regime.
Consumers also need to take responsibility for companies going off shore by their demand for cheap goods.
The free market myth relies on government intervention to set the rules of the game.
These rules are set based on the lobby power of multinationals. Absolute farce.
Add to this the ****ed up philosophy that every action has to be geared towards increasing shareholder returns and we find ourselves where we are.
The whole lassez faire is pushed by those who stand to profit the most... Not for the benefit of communities.
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This morning they had a journalist on the tv, possibly Susie O Brian.
The topic was a proposal that "companies get taxed for using robots" so that the tax could go towards retraining redundant staff.
Susie thought it was a great idea, she was ok because she had a good University Education but.......
she knew people who had worked at Holden , and their skills were totally useless for nearly everything.
I was just gobsmacked by this.
General Motors had not replaced their workers with Automation.
General Motors had decided the cost of making cars in Australia was too much and had gone off to make cars in places such as Korea and China.
If GM had invested heavily in automation, like the Germans do, they might still be making cars in Australia.
But if there was a tax on such automation, they would more likely go down the path they are already on.
And i'm sorry, but while the unions were successful in pushing the pay for these highly trained workers through the roof, it ultimately caused what happened to happen.
Taxing corporate activities locally causes them to go offshore pure and simple.
Its stunning that people still think they can push these sorts of business into paying more.
If they could fit a house in a 40' container they'd be coming here in boats. In fact i just had an idea for an apartment building inspired by Lego.
http://connect-homes.com/
USA - might a bit expensive to freight though
Use a local company like we did - constructed in a factory in 12 weeks - three trucks - job done!!!
Not ours but similar layout and not as good a view!!!!
https://anchorhomes.com.au/project/metung-vic/
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The Washington Post held a contest in which high school teachers sent in the “worst” analogies they’d encountered in grading their students’ papers. Analogies, similes, metaphors…they just keep getting worse.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre.
He was as tall as a 6′3″ tree.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had it two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7.00 pm instead of 7.30.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock,like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience,like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6.36 pm traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4.19 pm at a speed of 35 mph.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
They lived in a typical suburban neighbourhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River .
Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
“Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
32 . He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged th e door open again.
Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for,like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flow.quid55328.com.aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an> oscillating electric fan set on medium.
Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an in attentive phlebotomist.
The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10> percent black.
Go Saints
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre.
He was as tall as a 6′3″ tree.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had it two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7.00 pm instead of 7.30.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock,like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience,like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6.36 pm traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4.19 pm at a speed of 35 mph.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
They lived in a typical suburban neighbourhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River .
Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
“Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
32 . He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged th e door open again.
Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for,like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flow.quid55328.com.aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an> oscillating electric fan set on medium.
Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an in attentive phlebotomist.
The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10> percent black.
Go Saints
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Remember watching a story about Bavaria where there whole philosophy was centred around not sacking workers during recessions. Instead they adjusted wages accordingly.
Great concept IMO.
Anyone who still believes the whole globalisation and trickle down spin deserves what they get.
Capitalism is broken. Have a look at inequality and who holds the majority of wealth... Then tell me how good it is.
Forget taxes, the biggest factor which determines output, profitability and by consequence, wealth is productivity.
Until now it's been a race to the bottom in terms of cheaper labour and automation.
If you go down the path of full automation, you throw millions on the scrap heap, and have to support them or you end up with a dysfunctional society, widespread poverty and the associated crime and ills
This cannot be sustained.
The biggest hindrance to productivity and profitability is energy input costs.
We are at the mercy of fossil fuel and energy providers.
Every step from extracting a resource to the finished product requires the input of energy, be it power or oil.
On the other hand, renewable energy is free, apart from capital costs.
Now imagine as a business if you could remove your electricity costs??? Huge impact on your bottom line.
Pay your fair share of tax, make more money and have the capacity to keep staff when things get quiet... On a decent wage.
I love these! Some of the them are obviously taking the piss, others point to disturbed minds but the originality is incredible.
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It's interesting that the Australian government is starting to hint at quantitative easing as a policy option to combat a weakening in the economy. I wonder how much of that new money will be shared between the household, small business and big business. Or by sector how much will go to Infrastructure, Education, Health and Art as against Mining and Manufacture.
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-12-07/reserve-bank-raises-prospect-of-rate-cuts-or-even-qe/10593562
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