Which brings me to my next point. Whilst there may be some spirit of truth in your assertion that the taxes you pay "go to shore up the canker-blighted, toppling folly that is the Public Services", a moment's rudimentary calculation ought to disabuse you of the notion that the government in any way expects you to "stump up for the whole damned party" yourself. The estimates you provide for the Chancellor's disbursement of the funds levied by taxation, whilst colourful, are, in fairness, a little off the mark. Less than you seem to imagine is spent on "junkets for Bunterish lickspittles" and "dancing ****s" whilst far more than you have accounted for is allocated to, for example, "that box-ticking facade of a university system."
Whenever I see the word 'lickspittle', I think of George Galloway. And when I think of George Galloway, I'm prepared to forgive the fact that he's an egotist and a narcisist - because I think of this, one of the finest examples of political theatre I have ever seen. This was the day George took a few US Neo-cons down a peg or two. They were expecting capitulation and, instead, they got thumped. I'll never tire of watching this.