Who Are Paying Taxes?

Are you okay? Since I have already explained to you that I fall in that tax bracket, this statement seems a little bit stupid even for you.

Libs are all for their programs being funded - as long as they don;t have to pay for them
 
Heck it's not even the Feds I'm pissed about when it comes to taxes. It's the damn state. Oregon has some screwed up tax laws.

http://swz.salary.com/salarywizard/layouthtmls/swzl_statetaxrate_OR.html



Granted... We have no sales tax.


OH... And we don't pump our own gas.

The blue state of Martland is also out to screw the taxpayers

O'Malley Stumping for Support to Raise Taxes to Help Close Budget Gap

By John Wagner
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, June 29, 2007; Page B02

Maryland Gov. Martin O'Malley asked Washington-area business leaders yesterday to help make the case that tax increases will be necessary to help close a looming $1.5 billion state budget shortfall and preserve "the very quality of life we all care about."

"I need your help in this," O'Malley (D) told the Greater Washington Board of Trade. "I really, really do. . . . I did not put myself or my family through the meat grinder of public service to preside over decline."

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/28/AR2007062802225.html
 
That seems pretty high. I wonder what the average yearly tax is for most middle class persons via the sales tax (in whatever state).

Dems always whine when tax cuts are proposed - they cry how the government can't afford it

Yet, they never ask if the taxpayers if they can afford their tax increases
 
I don't know how many ways I can explain to you that I am advocating raising my own tax level (and others of my income level). Not your tax level. My own tax level.

Good. Then you send in your donation and leave the rest of the taxpayers alone
 
Dems always whine when tax cuts are proposed - they cry how the government can't afford it

Yet, they never ask if the taxpayers if they can afford their tax increases

Well, if we are talking about tax increases to the top quartile of earners, then I believe that there is a reasonable assumption that it can be afforded.
 
Maybe this will change things for the better..........


Local attorney acquitted on federal income tax charges
Cryer stopped filing income taxes more than 10 years ago


By Loresha Wilson
[email protected]

A Shreveport attorney who has challenged the government for years on the legality of filing federal income taxes has been acquitted on charges he failed to file returns.

A federal jury unanimously found Tommy Cryer not guilty this week on two misdemeanor counts of failure to file.


And according to Cryer, the prosecution dismissed two felony charges of tax evasion prior to trial.

Attempts by The Times on Thursday to reach U.S. Attorney Donald Washington or Bill Flanagan, first assistant U.S. attorney, were not successful. Calls made to the two were not immediately returned.

"The court could not find a law that makes me liable or makes my revenues taxable," Cryer said. "The Supreme Court has ruled that the government cannot impose an income tax on anything but the profits and gains. When you work for someone you give your service and labor in exchange for money, so everything you make is not profit or gain. You put something into it."

Cryer was indicted last year on two counts of tax evasion. The indictment alleged he evaded payment of $73,000 in income tax to the Internal Revenue Service during 2000 and 2001.

Cryer created a trust listing himself as the trustee, and received payments of dividends, interest and stock income to that trust, according to the indictment. He also was accused of concealing his receipt of the sources of income from the IRS by failing to file a tax return on behalf of that trust.

"I determined that my personal earnings were not 100 percent profits, some were income," Cryer said. "I refuse to file, I refuse to pay unless they can show me I have a lawful reason to pay."

"What I earned was my own personal labor. I am giving something in exchange. I'm giving my property and I don't belong to anyone else."

Cryer says he stopped filing returns more than 10 years ago after he investigated claims that income tax was a sham. He contends the law doesn't actually tax personal earning.
http://www.shreveporttimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070713/NEWS03/707130321/1062/NEWS03
 
Well, if we are talking about tax increases to the top quartile of earners, then I believe that there is a reasonable assumption that it can be afforded.

And how do you arrive at that assumption?

Remember the libs "Luxury Tax"?

They said they could "afford" it and would not mind paying it
 
And how do you arrive at that assumption?

Remember the libs "Luxury Tax"?

They said they could "afford" it and would not mind paying it

The assumption is based upon the fact that the top quartile of earners generally make quite a bit of money. They are certainly not all millionaires, but most should be able to accomodate a modest tax increase, even if we don't all like it.

Luxury taxes are sales taxes, and high increase in a sales tax on certain products will shift consumers to other products. It is easily avoidable, in tax lingo, and so much less effective. Income taxes are quite different.

BTW, I am not saying that people in my tax bracket won't mind paying the tax. Even as I would pay it, I would bitch about it. But I still believe that it is the right thing for the country, and as much as I might complain on the 15th of April, I would pay it, and I would still believe I should pay it.
 
The assumption is based upon the fact that the top quartile of earners generally make quite a bit of money. They are certainly not all millionaires, but most should be able to accomodate a modest tax increase, even if we don't all like it.

Luxury taxes are sales taxes, and high increase in a sales tax on certain products will shift consumers to other products. It is easily avoidable, in tax lingo, and so much less effective. Income taxes are quite different.

BTW, I am not saying that people in my tax bracket won't mind paying the tax. Even as I would pay it, I would bitch about it. But I still believe that it is the right thing for the country, and as much as I might complain on the 15th of April, I would pay it, and I would still believe I should pay it.

Libs arrogance tell them people will willingly work hard and fork over the money

The libs "yacht tax" crashed and burned and they repealed it

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/budget/budget_1-1.html
 
Libs arrogance tell them people will willingly work hard and fork over the money

The libs "yacht tax" crashed and burned and they repealed it

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/budget/budget_1-1.html

As I noted above, luxury taxes are easily avoidable, and so not terribly effective. Consumers will just switch to other luxury goods.

You operate under the mistaken assumption that liberals enjoy paying taxes. You seem to think that we just putter through the rest of the year (excepting for joy of burning chreches at Christmas) in eager anticipation of tax time, when we can joyously turn over our money to the government. Here is the news bulletin for you. We don't like paying taxes any more than anyone else. We do it because we understand it is important and believe it is the right thing to do, not because we particulary want to. We hate it, just like you. [Actually, that last bit assumes you make any income whatsoever, which you very well may not.]
 
As I noted above, luxury taxes are easily avoidable, and so not terribly effective. Consumers will just switch to other luxury goods.

You operate under the mistaken assumption that liberals enjoy paying taxes. You seem to think that we just putter through the rest of the year (excepting for joy of burning chreches at Christmas) in eager anticipation of tax time, when we can joyously turn over our money to the government. Here is the news bulletin for you. We don't like paying taxes any more than anyone else. We do it because we understand it is important and believe it is the right thing to do, not because we particulary want to. We hate it, just like you. [Actually, that last bit assumes you make any income whatsoever, which you very well may not.]

To most people, Christmas is on Dec 25

To libs it is April 15

Libs live to raise taxes, and wealth transfers
 
To most people, Christmas is on Dec 25

To libs it is April 15

Libs live to raise taxes, and wealth transfers

Don't diminish Christmas for us. I did tell you that we burn our chreches on Christmas. We also urinate on crosses on Easter, burn flags on the fourth of July and Memorial Day, and dress like witches and warlocks on Halloween, chanting our satanic liberal voodoo magic. Sometimes we like to conduct sacrifices on Halloween as well, but only if it has been a particularly good year.
 
Don't diminish Christmas for us. I did tell you that we burn our chreches on Christmas. We also urinate on crosses on Easter, burn flags on the fourth of July and Memorial Day, and dress like witches and warlocks on Halloween, chanting our satanic liberal voodoo magic. Sometimes we like to conduct sacrifices on Halloween as well, but only if it has been a particularly good year.

Please follow these guidlines during Christmas

Liberal Larry's Christmas Survival Tips
Four shopping days left until the Winter Solstice, and despite our best efforts to suck every last ounce of joy out of the holiday season there are still some Christians out there who insist on turning Christmas into one big religious hoorah. It’s therefore incumbent upon us as progressives to take whatever steps necessary to not only protect the sacred Wall Between Church and State from such proselytizing fanatics, but our impressionable children from the soft bigotry of Christian imagery.

So before I crawl under the sink for the remainder of the holiday, I’d like to leave you with a few quick tips that will help defend you and yours against the cultural disease known as Christmas.

• When distributing free condoms and gay pride literature outside your local elementary school, educate the little tots abot how the bourgeois concept of “Santa Claus” is merely a construct of the global capitalist plutocracy to exploit the primitive social-psychological consumptive impulses of the sheeplike masses. Oh, and the Easter Bunny killed their mommy.

• You’ll be the life of the holiday party while making a powerful political statement if you whack yourself in the knee with a ballpein hammer and scream like a girl whenever someone mentions “Christmas”.

• Insenstive holiday yard displays are infuriating at best, but their sting is lessened if all cultures are equally represented. As an acknowledgment that we live in a big, multicultural village, demand your neighbors place the severed head of an infidel next to their plastic nativity scenes.

• Progressives have made great strides in silencing the infamous Salvation Army bell ringers, but they still smile and offer you warm wishes for the holiday season. Contact your local chapter of the ACLU to see what can be done to stop them. Nothing cures a case of yuletide cheer like a well-crafted harassment lawsuit.

• For many Americans, Christmas is a time to reunite with family members and loved ones. But for others, it’s just another reminder of their lonely, fruitless existence. That’s not really a tip. It’s just something I needed to get off my chest.

• Christmas isn’t only about Baby Jesus. Refuse to reward carolers with any tofu or soymilk until they honor MARKAZHI POOJ with a recital of the Thiruvembavai . Offer to provide the traditional brightly painted squirrels.

• Inflatable Frosty ain’t so tuff. Show him who’s boss!

http://blamebush.typepad.com/blamebush/culture/index.html
 
Please follow these guidlines during Christmas

Liberal Larry's Christmas Survival Tips
Four shopping days left until the Winter Solstice, and despite our best efforts to suck every last ounce of joy out of the holiday season there are still some Christians out there who insist on turning Christmas into one big religious hoorah. It’s therefore incumbent upon us as progressives to take whatever steps necessary to not only protect the sacred Wall Between Church and State from such proselytizing fanatics, but our impressionable children from the soft bigotry of Christian imagery.

So before I crawl under the sink for the remainder of the holiday, I’d like to leave you with a few quick tips that will help defend you and yours against the cultural disease known as Christmas.

• When distributing free condoms and gay pride literature outside your local elementary school, educate the little tots abot how the bourgeois concept of “Santa Claus” is merely a construct of the global capitalist plutocracy to exploit the primitive social-psychological consumptive impulses of the sheeplike masses. Oh, and the Easter Bunny killed their mommy.

• You’ll be the life of the holiday party while making a powerful political statement if you whack yourself in the knee with a ballpein hammer and scream like a girl whenever someone mentions “Christmas”.

• Insenstive holiday yard displays are infuriating at best, but their sting is lessened if all cultures are equally represented. As an acknowledgment that we live in a big, multicultural village, demand your neighbors place the severed head of an infidel next to their plastic nativity scenes.

• Progressives have made great strides in silencing the infamous Salvation Army bell ringers, but they still smile and offer you warm wishes for the holiday season. Contact your local chapter of the ACLU to see what can be done to stop them. Nothing cures a case of yuletide cheer like a well-crafted harassment lawsuit.

• For many Americans, Christmas is a time to reunite with family members and loved ones. But for others, it’s just another reminder of their lonely, fruitless existence. That’s not really a tip. It’s just something I needed to get off my chest.

• Christmas isn’t only about Baby Jesus. Refuse to reward carolers with any tofu or soymilk until they honor MARKAZHI POOJ with a recital of the Thiruvembavai . Offer to provide the traditional brightly painted squirrels.

• Inflatable Frosty ain’t so tuff. Show him who’s boss!

http://blamebush.typepad.com/blamebush/culture/index.html


That might be the first funny thing that I have ever seen you post. I liked it. It was really good. Well done.
 
That might be the first funny thing that I have ever seen you post. I liked it. It was really good. Well done.

You will like this one as well

Jingo Bell Crock
Shiver me timbers and jigger me with a yule log, the Holiday Season is upon us once again and the whole city is aglow with decorations. It seems like only yesterday that Peaceblossom and I bundled ourselves up in our matching hemp sweaters and took a long, romantic stroll through the neighborhood, singing "Jingo Bell Crock" at the top of our lungs and kicking over nativity scenes. Ah, the memories! I can still recall the delicious, teary-eyed look of dumbstruck horror on that crazy geezer's face as I punted Baby Jeezus across her front lawn.


"STOP RELIGIOUS INTOLERANCE NOW!" I shouted at the shriveled old zealot.

"GO BACK TO JESUS LAND, YOU DOGMA-SPEWING FASCIST!" Peaceblossom chimed in as she merrily stomped the three wise men into the dirt.

"Lawrence Engels Chomstein, you little BASTARD!" Gramma cried. "I'm calling the police!"

Goddess, I miss her. It's so hard to get into the holiday spirit without her around. Peaceblossom, that is. I long for the good ol' days when we were still a team, standing up to religious fanaticism wherever we found it. I sure could have used Peace by my side Saturday, when I ran smack into the very same sort of ugly, blind hatred that Gramma displayed for her very own grandson last Christmas.

With the Blog Awards less than a week away, I had planned to spend all weekend at the public library, frantically voting. But when I walked in the main entrance, all my hopes and dreams were brutally shattered by the great, big, aluminum baseball bat of reality. Before me, in all it's obscene splendor, stood what I will one day describe to my grandchildren as a "Christmas Tree". Decked out in crudely crafted ornaments, stringed popcorn garnish, and sneering gingerbread men, it was as if my all worst nightmares had somehow come to life. The final kick in the crotch was perched daintily atop the vile monstrosity: a single yellow construction-paper star signifying the horrific event that led to 2000 years of genocide and opression in the name of religion.

I couldn't breathe. The room spun around me. How could this be? Had the whole world gone mad? I thought the King County Master Librarian issued a Fatwah banning Christmas trees from the libraries. I thought he was one of the good guys! Didn't he care at all about the feelings of non-Christians who might walk in and see that horrific fungus staring back at them?

For a long time I just stood there, gazing with disbelief and disgust at its sheer naked depravity. Then, the floodgates burst wide open and out poured years of pent-up rage over religious opression in the form of a high-pitched, girlish scream. I screamed and screamed and screamed some more. I screamed for a good five minutes, yet drew only looks of mild annoyance. When I realized that no one was going to come running over in truckling response to my feminine hysterics, I screamed even louder. Finally, a bespectacled little rat-faced librarian idled over and tugged at my sleeve.


"Sir," she wheezed. "The P.E.S.T. group therapy session is being held in the library auditorium, through the double-doors and past the big pile of spent kleenex."

I stopped screaming and jabbed a finger furiously at the giant Tree of Hate.

"What is THAT?" I demanded.

"It's a Christmas tree," she answered hesitantly.

"In a public building? HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF THE SECOND AMENDMENT?""Yes, but it's sort of a library tradition," she explained. "Local cub scouts decorate it every year with ornaments they made by hand. People can bid on the decorations and the proceeds goes to charity. It's really a nice thing."

I didn't know what was more infuriating: The way she proudly admitted that the Hitler Youth were responsible for this obscenity, or how she actually believed that offending people in the name of some bogus charity actually justifies the crime.

"A nice thing?" I spat. "A NICE THING? What about the Jewish kid who saunters in, suddenly discovers that we're celebrating a Christian holiday, and becomes so offended that he claws his own eyes out in shame? Is that a 'nice thing'? What about the poor homeless man who comes in out of the cold to surf child porn in a warm, welcoming environment, but is instead accosted by a 10-foot icon of exclusion? Is a that a 'nice thing'? And what about the gay couple who visits the library to check out Eminem's latest CD, but is greeted at the door by the scowling symbol of a religious faith that doesn't accept or celebrate their lifestyle? Is it a 'nice thing' that they become targets of physical violence because a group of knot-tying nazi larvae want to maintain their tax exempt status? Don't you have any regard for the feelings of others? HAVE YOU NO COMPASSION?"

"Well, actually, we haven't received any complaints from..."

"Oh, but of course not," I cut her off. "Who's going to lodge a complaint about the burning cross on their front lawn when all the cops are in the Klan? People are too terrified to complain."

"Terrified of a tree?"

"Absolutely! It may appear to be just a harmless plant, but if you give these evangelical's an inch, they'll take a mile. Today, it's a Christmas Tree in the library lobby. Tomorrow, Santa Claus will be burning heretics on your front steps. That's why George Jefferson wrote the wall between church and state right into the Constitution - so that no one should ever have to feel insulted or threatened by large, brightly festooned conifers. Libraries especially should be places where people of all faiths can go without fear of being offended or excluded, except for Christians but they'll just have to learn to live with it. The biblethumping Whos down in Whoville can whine all they want, but Christmas Trees serve only to divide America and turn us against one another, creating conditions ripe for the very same sort of religious dictatorship that our forefathers came here to escape."



She seemed to let it sink in for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"I disgree, sir," she said. "While it has roots in Christian and Pagan beliefs, the American tradition of Christmas is not so much a religious holiday as a celebration of the human spirit and love for our fellow man. During the Christmas season, Americans are more tolerant of one another, they go out of their way to be nicer to their neighbors, they smile more and spread good cheer. Yes, it IS a "nice thing", and it's a shame that some small-minded jerks want to destroy the only day of the year that people actually try to get along!"

It was then that I realized that the broad was mentally ill, perhaps dangerous. "Human spirit?" Obviously, this lunatic had never been in the mall on December the 24th. I'd like to see how much "good cheer" she'd have left after being beat up by her "fellow man" for the last copy of Halo 2.

I started to slowly back away when I suddenly remembered why I was there in the first place.


"Where are your computers?" I demanded.

"Second floor," she said. "But they're all taken by homeless people surfing child pornography. I can put you on the waiting list..."

"Forget it," I growled, and turned to leave.

"Merry Christmas!" she said to my back.

"Seig Hiel," I replied, and marched out the door.

http://blamebush.typepad.com/blamebush/2004/12/index.html
 
You will like this one as well

Jingo Bell Crock
Shiver me timbers and jigger me with a yule log, the Holiday Season is upon us once again and the whole city is aglow with decorations. It seems like only yesterday that Peaceblossom and I bundled ourselves up in our matching hemp sweaters and took a long, romantic stroll through the neighborhood, singing "Jingo Bell Crock" at the top of our lungs and kicking over nativity scenes. Ah, the memories! I can still recall the delicious, teary-eyed look of dumbstruck horror on that crazy geezer's face as I punted Baby Jeezus across her front lawn.


"STOP RELIGIOUS INTOLERANCE NOW!" I shouted at the shriveled old zealot.

"GO BACK TO JESUS LAND, YOU DOGMA-SPEWING FASCIST!" Peaceblossom chimed in as she merrily stomped the three wise men into the dirt.

"Lawrence Engels Chomstein, you little BASTARD!" Gramma cried. "I'm calling the police!"

Goddess, I miss her. It's so hard to get into the holiday spirit without her around. Peaceblossom, that is. I long for the good ol' days when we were still a team, standing up to religious fanaticism wherever we found it. I sure could have used Peace by my side Saturday, when I ran smack into the very same sort of ugly, blind hatred that Gramma displayed for her very own grandson last Christmas.

With the Blog Awards less than a week away, I had planned to spend all weekend at the public library, frantically voting. But when I walked in the main entrance, all my hopes and dreams were brutally shattered by the great, big, aluminum baseball bat of reality. Before me, in all it's obscene splendor, stood what I will one day describe to my grandchildren as a "Christmas Tree". Decked out in crudely crafted ornaments, stringed popcorn garnish, and sneering gingerbread men, it was as if my all worst nightmares had somehow come to life. The final kick in the crotch was perched daintily atop the vile monstrosity: a single yellow construction-paper star signifying the horrific event that led to 2000 years of genocide and opression in the name of religion.

I couldn't breathe. The room spun around me. How could this be? Had the whole world gone mad? I thought the King County Master Librarian issued a Fatwah banning Christmas trees from the libraries. I thought he was one of the good guys! Didn't he care at all about the feelings of non-Christians who might walk in and see that horrific fungus staring back at them?

For a long time I just stood there, gazing with disbelief and disgust at its sheer naked depravity. Then, the floodgates burst wide open and out poured years of pent-up rage over religious opression in the form of a high-pitched, girlish scream. I screamed and screamed and screamed some more. I screamed for a good five minutes, yet drew only looks of mild annoyance. When I realized that no one was going to come running over in truckling response to my feminine hysterics, I screamed even louder. Finally, a bespectacled little rat-faced librarian idled over and tugged at my sleeve.


"Sir," she wheezed. "The P.E.S.T. group therapy session is being held in the library auditorium, through the double-doors and past the big pile of spent kleenex."

I stopped screaming and jabbed a finger furiously at the giant Tree of Hate.

"What is THAT?" I demanded.

"It's a Christmas tree," she answered hesitantly.

"In a public building? HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF THE SECOND AMENDMENT?""Yes, but it's sort of a library tradition," she explained. "Local cub scouts decorate it every year with ornaments they made by hand. People can bid on the decorations and the proceeds goes to charity. It's really a nice thing."

I didn't know what was more infuriating: The way she proudly admitted that the Hitler Youth were responsible for this obscenity, or how she actually believed that offending people in the name of some bogus charity actually justifies the crime.

"A nice thing?" I spat. "A NICE THING? What about the Jewish kid who saunters in, suddenly discovers that we're celebrating a Christian holiday, and becomes so offended that he claws his own eyes out in shame? Is that a 'nice thing'? What about the poor homeless man who comes in out of the cold to surf child porn in a warm, welcoming environment, but is instead accosted by a 10-foot icon of exclusion? Is a that a 'nice thing'? And what about the gay couple who visits the library to check out Eminem's latest CD, but is greeted at the door by the scowling symbol of a religious faith that doesn't accept or celebrate their lifestyle? Is it a 'nice thing' that they become targets of physical violence because a group of knot-tying nazi larvae want to maintain their tax exempt status? Don't you have any regard for the feelings of others? HAVE YOU NO COMPASSION?"

"Well, actually, we haven't received any complaints from..."

"Oh, but of course not," I cut her off. "Who's going to lodge a complaint about the burning cross on their front lawn when all the cops are in the Klan? People are too terrified to complain."

"Terrified of a tree?"

"Absolutely! It may appear to be just a harmless plant, but if you give these evangelical's an inch, they'll take a mile. Today, it's a Christmas Tree in the library lobby. Tomorrow, Santa Claus will be burning heretics on your front steps. That's why George Jefferson wrote the wall between church and state right into the Constitution - so that no one should ever have to feel insulted or threatened by large, brightly festooned conifers. Libraries especially should be places where people of all faiths can go without fear of being offended or excluded, except for Christians but they'll just have to learn to live with it. The biblethumping Whos down in Whoville can whine all they want, but Christmas Trees serve only to divide America and turn us against one another, creating conditions ripe for the very same sort of religious dictatorship that our forefathers came here to escape."



She seemed to let it sink in for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"I disgree, sir," she said. "While it has roots in Christian and Pagan beliefs, the American tradition of Christmas is not so much a religious holiday as a celebration of the human spirit and love for our fellow man. During the Christmas season, Americans are more tolerant of one another, they go out of their way to be nicer to their neighbors, they smile more and spread good cheer. Yes, it IS a "nice thing", and it's a shame that some small-minded jerks want to destroy the only day of the year that people actually try to get along!"

It was then that I realized that the broad was mentally ill, perhaps dangerous. "Human spirit?" Obviously, this lunatic had never been in the mall on December the 24th. I'd like to see how much "good cheer" she'd have left after being beat up by her "fellow man" for the last copy of Halo 2.

I started to slowly back away when I suddenly remembered why I was there in the first place.


"Where are your computers?" I demanded.

"Second floor," she said. "But they're all taken by homeless people surfing child pornography. I can put you on the waiting list..."

"Forget it," I growled, and turned to leave.

"Merry Christmas!" she said to my back.

"Seig Hiel," I replied, and marched out the door.

http://blamebush.typepad.com/blamebush/2004/12/index.html

That one was okay, but the first one is a classic. I am going to have to mark this thread somehow just so I can come back and read it from time to time. Truly first rate stuff.
 
That one was okay, but the first one is a classic. I am going to have to mark this thread somehow just so I can come back and read it from time to time. Truly first rate stuff.

Thanks - I will PM you another classic

We are getting off track here
 

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