Despicable Despotism Taxes

Well, yesterday

was tax day, and I really hope the pain of it lives in everyone’s mind through November.

I am a contractor, So I have no withholding as most people do. So whatever my tax bill is, I just write a check. Several throughout the year, actually.

A BIG check!

This year, I had the same income as last year. My wife and I paid a little more than last year because “Biden” is such an explosive diarrhea spender we thought it could go up a little. My tax accountant did the whole return, since it is far too complex for a non-expert.

Well, it DID go up. By four grand! Now maybe you are fabulously wealthy, and four grand is nothing to you–you get that much from just rifling through the couch cushions! I’m sure that is the case with the Biden crime family.

But four grand is significant to me. And it means that federal taxes take almost 30% of my income! And that doesn’t even count state income tax, sales tax, property tax, etc., etc., etc….

Just stop it! Remember that the Revolutionary was fought because there was 3% taxes! You’ve come a long way, baby!


DeSantis is

speaking my language.

I really want a flat tax!




Most Americans say their [Federal] tax bill is too high and few think the tax code is fair, according to a poll from Gallup.

Just do a flat tax, for Pete’s sake! Too little room for graft, guess!

Taxes Wisdom

SOME states

are getting a clue.


With sorrow…

When I was a young teen I went on a week-long survival survival trip with a very famous guy (he had been in charge of making the film Jeremiah Johnson true to life in terms of survival in the woods).

We couldn’t take any food–we had to live off the land for that week. One day the six of us managed to kill a chipmunk with one of our improvised traps, and after roasting it over the fire, joyously sat down to eat it.

Larry (the guy in charge) stopped us, and explained that we were very sorry that the chipmunk had to die, but that we were grateful that the chipmunk’s death allowed US not to starve. We weren’t killing the chipmunk out of bloodthirstiness, and we were grateful to eat.

There was as much sorrow as joy.

The same goes for taxes. We are indeed sorry to take that money–it is sacred. And we can by no means waste it and remain moral. We take it carefully and reluctantly and we are wise with the charge we have been given. We don’t take it out of greed, but out of bona fide need, and in sorrow.

Now I agree that sometimes you gotta kill the chipmunk. But with a pang of sadness. Not out of greed or bloodthirstiness. Not in the spirit of Cain.