Carbon tax debate

The promised carbon tax is to be made respectable by a few dollars going into the pockets of the poorest in the country, the Government announces. However, the poorest learnt maths when they went to school, not propaganda. All the baits being laid out have been seen through by those who do not need a calculator to balance their budgets.
This writer impolitely declined the pink bats offers, along with the set top boxes and, with practised care, has electricity use within budget. A pattern appears to be emerging of the arranging of gifts to sweeten election results.
All of this is approved by the Member for New England apparently and is puzzling to those who are aware of his enormous power within the Parliament. So I ask Mr Windsor, what if his around 1000 big polluters check out. What if they decide to turn off the lights, or whatever industry Mr Windsor finds so offensive, or the coal miners go fishing?
This writer would be far more impressed if Mr Windsor was as busy with the frightening selling off of Australia, and looking at who is flying in workers to work the mines, and the gasbags who are wrecking prime agricultural land. What about the changing face of Australia, with broken borders and broken hearts? Recently in a northern city in Queensland on a hot summer’s day, a line-up of Australians sympathised with a lady covered from head to toe, saying “Aren’t you hot?” She replied “Soon all of you will be wearing this!” Mr Windsor, it is up to you to decide the future of this country. I doubt the children of the west who recently lost their School of the Air for a period, thanks to the NBN’s botched digging job, think you are on their side!
Melba Morris, Allora