Dont’ know if I’m alone or not in this…

As I’ve been collecting the bits & pieces of paper for TAXES that represent my “Being a good Citizen”, A.K.A. a MORON!

I’ve been angry about taxation for a very long time. My Father was angry about taxation, My Grandfathers (both sides) were angry about taxation. My Great Grandfather was super pissed about taxation.

My Great Grandfather was pissed off especially as I recall, because he was born shortly after the “Damn Yankees” started charging “A God damn tax for living”.

In reality he was talking about the income tax imposed in 1867 to pay for the Civil War. 

He got a double dose of taxation in his lifetime with 1913 income tax being imposed under Taft. He spoke ill of Taft and Franklin Roosevelt until the day he died.

In his case the “Damn Yankees” part was, I’m guessing was something he picked up from his father. You did not want to get him talking about growing up in the aftermath of the Civil War. 

Like a lot of the South, the family was farmers, and most of the time they just barely got by. The mortality rate in the family was very high. If a baby lived more than a year it was notable.

If you asked Great Granddaddy about how many slaves his family had, he would loose his shit! It was hard to follow because he’d be yelling in mostly German with bits of English thrown in.

The translation was something like:

“Why the hell would we have a God damned slave? We could barely feed ourselves. Slaves were expensive and more trouble than they were worth. With a slave you had two people doing the work of one and that didn’t make no damn sense.” He’d go on for at least an hour, and it was obvious that he had very strong opinions. 

I once asked my Grandfather what Great Grandaddy meant by having two men doing the work of one. Grandpa explained that you had to have a strawboss (overseer) making sure the slaves were doing the work. Which was wholly impractical on a small farm.

Grandpa said slavery only worked at scale with large plantations and with crops that could be transported without spoilage. For instance, cotton, sugarcane, tobacco, tea, various nuts, and dried spices.

Can you say East India Trading Company? Good! I knew you could.

Since our family was mostly poor dirt farmers with small farms, a German kind of pragmatism, and some pretty strong religious beliefs about slavery in general, the whole concept of buying and selling people was a non-starter.

Which is why Great Granddaddy was pissed off about the taxation. He viewed it as a bunch of city folk who never did a days work in their lives, punishing everyone in the South whose economy, lands, crops, and homes, had already been destroyed.

His view was the damn war wouldn’t have happened if the northerners had let the cotton plantations sell the damn cotton wherever they wanted to.

There’s a lot more to that story. The oral history in my family, differs from the history I was taught in school, and also from history as is taught now.

In the history I was taught in school, the implication was that all Southern Farmers had slaves, and that everyone in the South took up arms against the North. Neither was true. The Northern Army is always painted as white knights and the Southern Army is painted and horrible, evil, men. From what I’ve learned, the Civil War was like every other war. Atrocities were committed on both sides. 

There were regiments from the North that burned, raped, and pillaged. A friend of mine from Tennessee showed me their family bible. In it, was recorded the atrocities of a Confederate regiment, who shot his great great granddaddy in the front yard, took all the food and anything else of value, then prevented the family from going to help him instead, making the family watch their father bleed to death in agony.

To this day, my friend and his family express a quiet but palpable hatred for anything to do with the Confederacy. I can’t blame them. His people think and act just like my people. He’ll cringe at me saying this, but his people are “Southerners” in that they have a long memory, just like my people. I’ll owe him a Jack Daniels over saying that.

To hear Great Graddaddy tell it, a whole lot of “them boys” (Southerners) only joined the Confederate army after the Yankees had burned their farms and their crops in the fields. Even then it was only so they could get paid and support their wives & children who were homeless and destitute.

Great Granddaddy like most of my family had strong opinions.

I remember him saying a couple of things in particular.

1. It’s damn funny that the Yankees said slavery was bad, then turned around and made us all slaves with taxes.

2. If we ain’t got nothing, they can’t tax nothing. 

There were unconfirmed rumors in the family that Great Granddaddy spent years after Great Grandma died, living in a shack hunting and fishing for his meals.

He supposedly would shoot at the “God Damn Tax men” if they dared stray onto his land. I don’t know if I believe it, but it was said Great Granddaddy would sometimes send a box of offal to the tax assessors office with a note saying, “Here’s your part of my hunt.”

Great Granddaddy eventually ended up living with Grandpa. I remember him reading me bedtime stories drifting between English and German.

I suppose that I’m a product of an environment where the wounds of the Civil War were in living memory. I’m sure that there are a lot of “Boomers” who could tell similar tales from both sides of the Mason Dixon line.

Why is all of this remotely relevant?

Because at tax time I remember my family all being pissed off all the damn time. I remember them calculating their taxes right up to the very edge of legal.

And I remember Great Granddaddy advocating for registering nothing, owning nothing, and being as small and invisible as possible.

He seemed to believe if you’d served in the military to defend the country, that was enough, you shouldn’t have to pay any taxes ever again.

He hated that every year the government grew, every year they exceeded their budget, every year they found something else to spend money, that didn’t directly serve the best interests of the United States.

He, and later, my Grandfather warned that the government was inherently corrupt that our elected leaders were only interested in obtaining wealth. Both of them outright called politicians thieves and liars. Sometimes to their faces.

They both said that the taxation wouldn’t stop until the people rose up and stopped it. As the tax rates climbed, and the government grew, My Grandfather began to suggest that the Communists had won.

The rest of the family shushed him.

After the recent revelations of DOGE. The breathtaking waste, the obvious graft and corruption, I find myself thinking that my Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandfather were absolutely 100% correct.

Add to that, this bullshit about the IRS knowing what you supposedly owe them but forcing you to jump through the hoops and expense of accountants and tax attorneys to come up with the same number and I feel like its just additional punishment for no reason except sadistic pleasure.

Except that it’s not. The IRS puts everyone through this bullshit, so that you do make mistakes, and that allows them to charge you penalties & interest for your mistake. If there’re setting up the situation where you make mistakes, then penalizing you for making the mistakes, isn’t that called entrapment? Just sayin…

The IRS would be just as content if you always err on the side of them keeping a few hundred dollars that they’re not entitled to because people are scared of them.

Why else would the Biden administration have authorized 87,000 new ARMED IRS agents? That told me everything I needed to know to know about what the Democrats had planned for the citizens of this country.

It’s safe to say that the number of armed agents would have increased year over year. I doubt that the millionaires Biden kept telling us weren’t paying their fair share, would have needed to have guns waived in their faces to write checks. They have the resources to hire a battery of attorneys and lock up IRS collection cases in court for years…

I suspect that the armed IRS agents were actually going to be kicking down the doors of citizens like me, and you, and the rest of us that don’t have the necessary cash to lawyer up. If a twitchy IRS agent was waving a gun in the faces of your children or your spouse, you’d give them anything they wanted…

And that was exactly the point.

Politicians in D.C. had rightfully concluded that the people were probably not going to put up with more tax increases it was unsustainable.

But the government needed more money and would always need more money to fund the lies, graft, & corruption.

So the next stage for the politicians was to have armed thugs running a legalized extortion racket to wring every last dime out of average taxpayers teetering on the edge of hunger & homelessness.

Unless Trump is able to unwind the provisions for the IRS in the 16th amendment. We’re only going to see a short reprieve.

Honestly, after a lifetime of this shit where almost 1/3 of my income got sucked down a black hole of waste and corruption, I’m half tempted to send the keys to my house to the fucking IRS and the Fucking State of California, and let them fight over it!

I could see myself just walking away, saying “Fuck it!”

(I think “Fuck It” is the position of a lot of the later generations. I get it! Why play a game you know you’re going to lose before you start? That’s the position our government put them in.)

Me pitting the State and Federal governments against each other might be amusing. Watching them trying to fuck each other over, instead of me for a change would be a welcome sight.

My only income is my God damned Social Security and these fuckers want their share of that.

I ask, “How is that in any way reasonable?”

They’ve had the money for 46 fucking years. I have not had access to it, nor derived any benefit from it.

They on the other hand, could have invested it in any number of funds, or projects and made a profit on the money they took from me. In fact the government probably did exactly that.

Then they’re keeping the interest they made, and in fact they’re not disclosing just how much they made on my money over 46 years.

Then via DOGE we learn that there are people receiving Social Security payments that are over 125 going to 200 years old. News to me that the lifespan is that long. It’s a miracle! Or now we’ve got Vampires… 

We also know that 535 members of Congress one way or another have been raiding Social Security for years.

And yet, somehow I’m supposed to pay the government more from my monthly check that, by the way, is almost $2000 dollars below what is considered to be minimum wage.

How the hell does that make any sense whatsoever? How is it that illegals or people on welfare get more?

Oh right! I’m supposed to be a good citizen and just give my tax money to politicians, the Ukraine, the poor starving children in Africa, let’s not forget condoms for the Congo. 

But we all know none of that money went where we were told it went. We all know a substantial portion of it looped back right into the pockets of politicians or some organization that politicians had an interest in.

See, when I start thinking about what our government has done to us, Not just in the arena of taxation, but health, and infrastructure, and all the ways the government has literally failed in their primary responsibility, I get really pissed off.

Whether you agree with RFK Jr or not. You can at least look at the number of FDA recalls of medications, and medical devices over the past 3 decades and question how some of these things got approved in the first place.

Oh but going to the FDA website and asking for Drugs that have been recalled presents you with a list of mostly OTC products like sunscreens. There are very few Drugs listed. Which makes the “Fact Checkers” right and someone like me automatically wrong because there is no evidence. 

Remember the weight loss miracle FenFen? It caused heart attacks. How about the pacemaker recalls and the hip & knee replacements that disintegrated? Or the use of thalidomide? How about using polypropylene mesh for hernias and as a vaginal mesh to repair the vaginal canal after childbirth? Anybody remember Zantac? Yeah on OTC antacid that’s linked to cancer.

See, I remember these things. Yet according to the fact checkers… It never happened, my memory is faulty, which makes people who do remember wonder if they’re going out of their minds.

Some of these things were approved because they were “Similar” to other approved things, but “Similar” doesn’t mean actually throughly tested.

How many bridges need to be replaced? How about roads that are so full of potholes that a dirt track would be smoother?

These are but a few of the monumental failures of the government whose overarching “loving” embrace we’re supposed to blindly trust.

Somehow, I’m supposed to happily write a check to the United States government essentially paying them to continue butt fucking me.

When I think about it from this perspective, the Southern part of me starts screaming, “ It’s time for the South to rise again!” 30 seconds after that thought, the vision of The Boston Tea party flashes into my head and the best fit algorithm in my head says that’s a more accurate fit.

Maybe we should all dress up as illegal aliens and flood the government offices  in person filling out welfare forms and generally clogging up the government works.

If that doesn’t work then… The Rebel in me starts screaming for politician’s butts on walls.

All of this flashing through my brain at once is painful. It makes me very cranky and me handing the keys to the house to the fucking IRS looks better all the time.

Let them dispose of the shit in the basement, let them dispose of things that due to titles and licenses are locked up by the State in such a way that it takes greater effort to unfuck the mess than to just walk away and let it be their problem.

I’m in favor of doing away with the IRS, the State Tax board, and property tax. 

Before you come at me asking the question, “Then how would we pay for necessary government things?”

Let me put it this way, until I see a balanced budget. Until I see the government living within its means like I have to. Until I see responsible spending domestically, where shit tons of cash isn’t being sent everywhere but here.

My opinion is that obviously the government has more than enough money. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be the possibility of all these un-necessary expenditures. I know on my budget, I don’t have a lot of excess cash to spend!

I guess that like my Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandaddy… I’m just sick and tired of playing the government’s games.

I finally understand why so many politicians have pushed so hard for gun control. I understand why California, an essentially one party, corrupt Democrat run state has made or tried to make gun purchases and ammunition purchases harder and why they want to know who has what kind of gun and where.

The politicians, A.K.A. don’t want to fear the people.

Here ends my raging against the machine. I got it out of my system and for that I’m grateful.

Happy February, It’s a beautiful day

It’s in the 50s here on the mountain. The snow we had last week is melting fast, but I’m not putting my snow shovels or snow thrower away just yet.

February and sometimes March have been known to throw us curve balls and drop feet of snow on us at the darnedest times.

There are a few things that I’ve noticed this year. The dog never developed his super fluffy coat. The leaves on the maple and apple tree hung on for a really long time before dropping, and the cottonwoods and maple tree are already budding.

It’s thus far, been a mild Winter here. But there’s still a month & 1/2 to go.

I often think the trees and the animals are better predictors of the weather than we are with all our technology.

The various tax forms should be available now, and that means I’m going to be working for the government sorting all this bullshit out. I’m still working through all the tax nightmare left behind by the passing of my other half, and the COVID era. Apparently the accountant really fucked up the filings from 2019 on… So yipeee! I get to spend a ton of time unfucking the mess.

I wish Trump would just do away with the IRS already! There are so many things I could say about them. Most of it boils down to just the plain weird stupid shit about our tax code.

Chief among some of this is why is the tax code so damn complex? Why do we have an entire industry built around dealing with taxes that the fucking government takes right off the top, they know how much they’ve taken, then they jump us all through hoops where we file in terror of making a mistake then they always find mistakes that cost us more.

Why the fuck don’t they just send us a bill? Better yet, go to a flat tax, Even better… Stop taxing us altogether!

I’m annoyed about it.

I hate that over the past four years so much of our tax money was literally wasted on endeavors that did absolutely nothing for the American people.

I’ve also come to reject the premise that taxes allow us to have a safe and productive nation. 

That is absolute bullshit.

With our taxes going up over the past 16 years, I submit that we do not have a safer more productive nation. In fact I would say it’s exactly the opposite.

Maybe I’ll do some real research and then podcast about it.

In the mean time, I’m going to breathe, and see what I can do about enjoying this beautiful day.

Sometimes… Thre are places that are just bad JuJu!

One of those places for me is the Wrightwood Market in my little town.

For the 35 years I’ve lived here. Every single time I’ve tried to do business with this place it’s been a cluster fuck.

Every time I’ve gone there for gas, they’ve been out.

Every time I dropped in for smokes (when I smoked) they were out of my brand.

Every time I’ve stopped in for literally anything they’ve been out or their card readers were down or their cash register was broken.

This trend continued right to today.

I needed 2 gallons of gas. We’ve got some snow coming in, I needed to fill the gas can so that I’d be able to run the snow blower. It’s a simple thing … but an impossible task.

Pulling out of my driveway, I thought, “Drive down the hill, or buy the fuel in town.” A message popped up on my phone saying that it would be raining within the hour so I decided to try the Wrightwood Market.

There was a truck, a jeep from Texas, and me, In one lane. A van and a small car in the other gas lane. The truck was filling his tank, probably a double tank, it was taking a while. No big deal… I could wait.

Suddenly the Texas asshole slams it in reverse and starts backing up. I hit the horn, then put my car in reverse. There’s damn little maneuvering room in their parking lot and for me to back up meant I’d have to back out into traffic.

The Jeep stops.

Then some bitch from the market comes out and tells me that I need to back up so the jeep can leave. I told her my problem was that the jeep started backing up without looking and that was why I’d laid on the fucking horn.

Why was she treating me like I was the bad guy? I’ve actually had a dumbass back up onto a car I was driving. I sure as hell wasn’t going to have it happen again.

It was at this moment that I snapped. 

I’m fucking tired of having to accommodate everyone else. I’m tired of impatient  dumbasses.

I decided, “fuck it”, I’ve not spent money with these people for 35 years why should I break a streak. Then I started to work my way out of the lot only to have another moron pull in as though to park, then stop. 

Blocking me and everyone else in the fucking drive.

I motioned for the new dumb fucker to pick a damn direction. Once he moved out of the way, I drove down the hill to get gas, as I should have done in the first fucking place.

So It cost me 2 gallons of gas, to get two gallons of gas and 45 minutes in time when it should have taken 10 minutes. 

It occurred to me, I like my house, I like my view, I like my yard. I don’t really like the difficulties of living here.

It’s tough to get any kind of work done, septic, painting, repairs, whatever, it’s always a pain in the ass. Add the issues with getting mail, the fact that depending on which map is used, this part of the town exists in no less than three other towns, each 15 miles or more distant. That the street I live on is, in an indeterminant state. The county says it’s private when they don’t want to maintain or repair the damage they’ve done, but happily exert their easement rights and drive heavy equipment over it all the damn time.

And well, it’s tipping the balance and making the thought of leaving the house, the memories and the town not such a bad idea.

Better to leave while I have good memories of this place and the time I spent here than have those memories destroyed.

The area is changing, the neighborhood is changing, the town is changing, and honestly not for the good. Hesperia, a local town has the worst driving in all of California.

Moving here was a respite from what was happening to California. It’s taken 30 years for my little town to catch up with the rest of California, but here we are.

When I moved here, part of it was about my other half being here and happy. Coming here also was like me returning to the Midwest. But I was still able to commute to my job in LA or Orange County.

Commuting isn’t possible anymore due to traffic volume and poor planning.

The problems of California are here. I feel like I did just before I met Jerry. I was heading out, my plan was to go back to a place where the rules made sense. 

Perhaps it’s just time to go.

Uhhhgggg. I’ve caught a cold

The day after Christmas I was feeling out of sorts. Thursday night, the wind was howling through the area. It calmed down a bit during the day Friday. With the house shaking Thursday night, I slept only fitfully.

It’s possible that this isn’t a cold and that it’s just sinus irritation. Either way, I’m uncomfortable and run down.

The wind is still blowing this morning but it’s not like it’s been. One or two reports I’ve seen claimed there were 32 -35 MPH gusts.

I’m very tired. There are things that I should do but I suspect they’re going to remain undone. Maybe I’ll just watch a movie or two, after walking the dog. Sure I could just put him in the back yard, but he really looks forward to our walks and honestly so do I.

That’s why there’s the good things tag on this post. Yeah I may be feeling like crap but even feeling like I do, I still enjoy the morning walk.

I’m done with my accountant after 25 or more years

I purposely got them the tax shit on March 15th. I’d been shooting for February 20th however there were docs that didn’t show up on time.Taxes money.

Not that it mattered, I didn’t get the tax shit back until yesterday, October 15th. Oh, I’d been calling and being ignored leaving messages, over the past 6 months.

Had I gotten my taxes back in a more timely manner I’d have been able to actually plan to get the state and fed tax fuckers their damned money. 

Yes, I’m super annoyed about the amount of taxes, because of the way this administration and California has been wasting the cash.

I’m way more annoyed that because this accountant dawdled and fucked around, I had absolutely zero maneuvering room to cash out some holdings to make writing the check a little less painful or dangerous.

Oh and I had to call the son of a bitch again a week & a half ago to lite a fire under his ass.

This by the way, is the second time this guy has fucked me like this. The first time Jerry, in his infinite kindness handled, never letting me know that it was this fucking accountants error that resulted in my being fucked.

I didn’t find this out until after Jerry’s death and like Jerry I assumed (apparently Incorrectly) that it was a one off. It wasn’t looking at the data, it looks like in 2018-2019 the guy did the same kind of thing. 

He dawdled around, then filed an extension in April, then didn’t get us any of the necessary information until the very last day in October (the 15th) leaving us in a panic trying to get everything done before we missed the post office pickup.

Next year I’ll be finding someone else to do the fucking taxes.

I was pretty depressed yesterday. I’m pretty depressed today and I didn’t sleep worth a shit last night. However I’m recovering and who knows it might not matter anyway.

If Kamala wins as I’m pretty sure she will, we might not have to worry about taxes. People are pretty pissed across social media. Her stealing the election could well trigger a civil war. Trump winning could also trigger a passive aggressive civil war that would be just as bad.

There’s a bit of a move to write the Feds $750 checks next April and tell ‘em to go fuck themselves. You know what? I’m super into that!

It’s remotely possible that Trump gets into office and keeps his promises about seniors. In which case maybe I won’t have to pay taxes at all.

I’m not holding my breath.

I think we’re looking at a civil war.

Folks are angry and disgusted about a whole lot of stuff. Immigration, the Hurricane relief, the constant lies, Inflation, Being involved in wars over which we have no control, Crime rising, having our tax dollars going to foreign interests instead of to Americans, I’ve seen articles recently that say on November 10th The Biden /Harris administration will reveal their phenomenal management of medicare supplements which may triple the costs.

None of these concerns of the American People will prevent tone deaf Democrats from fucking around and putting Kamala in office. Then they’ll be surprised when riots start. They’ll point and say, “See this is the MAGA white supremacy we warned you about.” Although I suspect the mixture of skin tones will represent a pretty healthy cross section of the United States.

Kind of like “The Proud Boys” who don’t ya know, were a white supremacist group, being led by a Cuban American, with a healthy mix of Black, Latin, & White guys standing for what used to be “Normal” male values. God, Family, Country, you know the values that made our country strong.

All of which is to say, that I might not give a shit when the tax man comes, I might not be around to pay, or the Tax collectors might not be around to collect.

I’m not particularly inclined to pay whatever bill the accountant sends. I have bigger problems thanks to him.