#GEXII [Kent] agentnola livestreams a discussion of the Sick Tax from the English Channel

Sailing out into the English channel, agentnola and a video camera of questionable audio quality discuss a reality of Tory Government, waiting for the boat to reach the right position;

> "It's low, it's ruddy low to put a cost on human life. You're suffering? Fuck you, pay me! You were born needing glasses? Fuck you, pay me! You by chance catch a cold, when someone is forced to work through sickness because the altnernative is losing their job? Fuck you, pay me!

This is the only Government I have seen that believed the rich paid too much, and that everyone else paid too little. And trust me, I've lived through enough terrible Governments for that to be a surprise. So, let us fight for the basic dignity of the sick, and against a terrible continuous plan that will try to foist the American Health 'care' system upon us, alongside bills in the thousands of pounds!"

The boat halts as it reaches the perfect spot for the projector to hit the cliffs of Dover.

> "I don't want us to go down in history as the people who let privatised healthcare step all over them. We've got to go down as the ones who fought for our public healthcare, our NHS... otherwise, well, these rhymes will be the sort of legacy we leave behind."

Projected on the White Cliffs of Dover for the rest of the night, and being livestreamed as long as the camera has battery, is a cycling projection of several different nursery rhymes... updated for the modern times, a sampling of which goes as follows...

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She sells seashells by the seashore.
She sells seasells because she's feckin' poor.
She'll be sellin' shells 'til she's ninety-four
Or till the sick tax leaves her lying on the floor!

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Peter Pauper nicked a peck of pickled peppers.
Because the hunger pains in his stomach kicked.
With no money Peter Pauper was promptly knicked,
His poorly family the landlord will quickly evict!