Purported suicide note of Joe Stack
Purported suicide note Joe Stack
....
If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this
have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is complicated and has
been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months
ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization
that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is
really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with
example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing
it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my
gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the
storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not
sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society,
only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have
been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and
service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further
brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we
should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals
represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no
taxation without representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my
childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is
promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.
While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as
can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that
there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the
likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the
least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable
atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years)
and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of
their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full
federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if
not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical
system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens
of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims
they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as
bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political
“representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year
and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear
they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of
their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in
the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here
we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of
the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds
accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully
complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires”
a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say
truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not
“duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian
regime, nothing is.
How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s.
Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the
line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and
understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of
people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In
particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful
“exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic
Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the
help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the
business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing
(except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the
government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a
great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules,
exactly the way the law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed
re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion
to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However,
this is where I learned that there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us… Oh, and
the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the
inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and
set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first
time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total
and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had
been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that
they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and
that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of
overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson
on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making
my way through engineering school and still another five years of
“paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching
my dream of becoming an independent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say
that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem
solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early
years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as
student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an
elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was
the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all
his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from
big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would
have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement.
Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the
incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the
government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All
she had was social security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and
bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a
time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt
worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had
everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point,
as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our
situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me
that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than
trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t
quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t
trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take
responsibility for my own future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen
(the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such
calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan),
we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706,
defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax
purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report (http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant
parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws
affect technical services workers and their clients, read our
discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.....
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:....
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual
who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person,
provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer,
drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly
skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration
paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.....
Note:
· "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
· "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.
· "individual", "employee", or "worker" is you.
....
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s
not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put
my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only
have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared
me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t
believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing,
and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might
listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting
their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to
meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who
were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only
to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles
from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the
new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of
the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t
bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble
is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to
enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This
immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the
regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course,
was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should
have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of
the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of
those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they
were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the
region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco.
However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all
of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of
boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received
government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my
retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I
find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then
came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all
aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after
that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert
for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive.
Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of
the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me
to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies
WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite
yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin
for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a
highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time
finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash,
because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies
in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and
this happens because the justice department is all on the take and
doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and
their rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in
a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed
no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income
there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed.
But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so
when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was
no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out.
Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the
business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office
again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented
income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which
I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that
it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big
mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to
Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was
expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of
Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse,
Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he
pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that time it had become
brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend
transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at
least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I
never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever
matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great”
depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping
out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything.
Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that
they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal
from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a
joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential
puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly
reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all
of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless
it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In
a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as
their lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a
myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country,
and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there
have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after.
But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure
nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at
“big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what
is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as
usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored
that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing
less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the
inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results
in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see
the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they
are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t
so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The
cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known
this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness
against, fools like me all along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and
expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to
stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something
different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.
....
The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.....
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.....
....
Joe Stack (1956-2010)....
02/18/2010.....
http://whatreallyhappened.com/WRHARTICLES/Well%20Mr.%20Big%20Brothe...
....
If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this
have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is complicated and has
been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months
ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization
that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is
really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with
example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing
it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my
gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the
storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not
sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society,
only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have
been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and
service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further
brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we
should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals
represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no
taxation without representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my
childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is
promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.
While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as
can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that
there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the
likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the
least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable
atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years)
and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of
their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full
federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if
not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical
system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens
of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims
they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as
bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political
“representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year
and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear
they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of
their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in
the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here
we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of
the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds
accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully
complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires”
a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say
truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not
“duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian
regime, nothing is.
How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s.
Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the
line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and
understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of
people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In
particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful
“exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic
Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the
help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the
business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing
(except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the
government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a
great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules,
exactly the way the law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed
re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion
to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However,
this is where I learned that there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us… Oh, and
the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the
inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and
set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first
time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total
and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had
been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that
they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and
that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of
overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson
on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making
my way through engineering school and still another five years of
“paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching
my dream of becoming an independent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say
that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem
solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early
years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as
student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an
elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was
the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all
his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from
big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would
have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement.
Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the
incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the
government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All
she had was social security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and
bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a
time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt
worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had
everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point,
as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our
situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me
that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than
trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t
quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t
trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take
responsibility for my own future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen
(the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such
calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan),
we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706,
defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax
purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report (http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant
parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws
affect technical services workers and their clients, read our
discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.....
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:....
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual
who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person,
provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer,
drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly
skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration
paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.....
Note:
· "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
· "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.
· "individual", "employee", or "worker" is you.
....
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s
not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put
my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only
have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared
me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t
believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing,
and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might
listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting
their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to
meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who
were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only
to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles
from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the
new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of
the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t
bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble
is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to
enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This
immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the
regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course,
was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should
have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of
the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of
those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they
were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the
region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco.
However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all
of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of
boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received
government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my
retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I
find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then
came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all
aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after
that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert
for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive.
Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of
the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me
to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies
WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite
yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin
for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a
highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time
finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash,
because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies
in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and
this happens because the justice department is all on the take and
doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and
their rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in
a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed
no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income
there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed.
But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so
when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was
no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out.
Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the
business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office
again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented
income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which
I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that
it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big
mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to
Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was
expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of
Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse,
Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he
pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that time it had become
brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend
transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at
least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I
never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever
matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great”
depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping
out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything.
Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that
they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal
from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a
joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential
puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly
reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all
of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless
it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In
a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as
their lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a
myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country,
and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there
have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after.
But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure
nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at
“big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what
is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as
usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored
that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing
less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the
inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results
in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see
the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they
are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t
so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The
cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known
this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness
against, fools like me all along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and
expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to
stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something
different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.
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The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.....
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.....
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Joe Stack (1956-2010)....
02/18/2010.....
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