I was skimming the news this morning and read that our Prime Minister wants 2.7 million house ceilings insulated to boost the economy. The scheme will cost billions of dollars to reduce each household’s electricity bill by about $200 a year (crap, I forgot to bookmark the story and it’s gone).

I don’t object to the concept in principle because I think all properties should have insulation, fresh and reclaimed water sources, solar energy where possible and fewer bloody televisions. But, apart from wondering how properties will be selected and if people unemployed from flailing industries such as the automotive sector will be trained and paid to do the work, I always seem to miss out when the government loosens its purse strings.

First home buyer’s grant? Missed it by that much. Baby bonus? Not unless I can claim the dogs (might have to re-name them James and Emily because Schnaggles and Buffy Crankypants won’t get through, I imagine). Tank rebate? No. Solar rebate? Can’t afford to buy what I need to receive a rebate. Free water-efficient shower head? Bought one years ago. Medicare and Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme? My Medicare levy is more than quadruple what I claim.

I hate how I get angry and righteous and complain my arse off, and then realise how fortunate I am that I have the ability to work, pay tax and live in a country that can afford to fund crazy follies that distract the media and populace from problems such as foreign debt.

I’m getting a $48 tax refund this year: I might buy a bag of insul-fluff and re-top my ceiling insulation. If I’m lucky I’ll have enough change for a dust mask.

Crank-o-meter: whatever