I wonder just how much longer Juliar will wear out the shoe leather travelling the country trying to sell the wealth redistribution tax if she continues to meet people who call her a liar to her face.
If we all took it the same length as Peter Finch did in the movie and stuck our heads out the window to cry "I've had enough!", I wonder how many neighbours we'd meet?
You'd probably meet your local coppers before too long, as well
And possibly some nice medical officers as well.
