So, this week is tax week. And if you are paying quarterly, you will owe next month too. This year, more than any other, you don’t just have to make your co-workers and family distressed by your poor attitude. This year you can take it to the street. Believe me, my birthday is but three days after tax day and as such, I have been reminded since birth that brithday festivities must be tempered due to our obligation to the government. Hey, we may be obliged to a certain degree, but some of us believe that it’s about time for another revolution.
This awesome poem and link is an ABSOLUTE copy from PINK ELEPHANT PUNDIT, Tabitha Hale. (She said we could. She’s cool like that – for the greater good and all that.)
Taxes
They taxed my land, they taxed my wage
They taxed my bed in which I lay.
They taxed my tractor, taxed my mule;
Taught me taxes were the rule.
They taxed my cow, and taxed my goat,
They taxed my pants and then my coat;
They taxed my ties, socks, shoes and shirt;
They taxed my work, they taxed my dirt.
They taxed my smoking, taxed my drink;
They taxed me when I tried to think.
They taxed my booze then taxed my beers,
And when I cried, they taxed my tears.
They taxed my children, taxed my dog,
Taxed my sun, wind, rain, and fog.
They taxed my horse but not my cat;
They taxed this chair, here, where I’m sat.
They taxed my bills, they taxed my gas,
They taxed my notes, they taxed my cash.
They taxed my tax to let me see
That bought or made, there is a fee.
They taxed me high when I did well,
They taxed me more when I fell ill.
They taxed my coffin and my grave.
They taxed the sod in which I lay.
Though I was gone, just newly dead;
They came to my old house and said,
“We’ve come to take the tax you owe.
We want it now, don’t dare be slow.”
They taxed it all and wanted more;
My children and wife were left poor.
So, back to work to pay the bill;
And pay they do with interest, still.
Throughout our lives we live this fact:
That death is sure; but more so, tax.
and this link, from her too, is f.a.b.u.l.o.u.s.: TAX DAY TEA PARTY
Check this out:
An ENCOURAGING MAP that shows the firestorm which is brewing. This was brought to us by FreedomWorks.
If you have been reading the discouraging numbers about people’s perception of capitalism vs. socialism in this country, you may be wondering if this revolution we take up is being heard in the street. While I am not yet willing to accept those numbers, I do pay very close attention to them. It seems clear, at least, that the people want to be taken care of and they resort to a lazy approach when observing their governments intervention. We need to take the message, not just how we are moving there, but the eventuality of it’s implementation, to the people. Many may not be politically savvy, but they want to live in a place free of inconvenience. Let them see the long lines of rationed health care and the hierarchy of class warfare within a socialistic state. Take some pictures and talk to them, not at them. Make them know that while the golden outline (government plan) to their cloudly situation glints in their eyes, they are really just inviting in the storm.
Get out there… send a teabag, walk around and meet some nice conservatives, get the message out, write letters. You can find the people on the navigation bar, ABOVE, that you need to address. EMAIL is easy. Let’s make a statement, pour on the sass.
