Monday, October 27, 2008

How to Raise Future Tax Cheats and Black Marketeers

The last several days have not been very pleasant.  My twice a year bout with Bronchitis Death Match was going swimmingly, like drowning goes swimmingly before the actual drowning happens. Luckily, just as I was  sitting there in an upright position and not moving unnecessarily, I was introduced to a new level of Hot Baked Fresh Hell with a slice of Where on Earth did I get this Painful Wound With the Purplish Black Sludge Oozing out, and When Will It Stop syndrome. So far, the bronchitis is winning, but the purplish black sludge has stopped, leaving behind an angry looking scab.  I thought it was a pimple. Silly me. I haven't had a pimple in nearly 25 years or so. Oh well, I suppose it could be worse. It could be Tuesday November 4th and I could be wheezing and oozing during an Obama celebratory dance of death and constitution burning party. BYOF! (Bring Your Own Flag!) So there's still time to come up with food fit for a Wake.

On a more promising note, Irksome Middle Child was all for voting for Obama, until I told her this story I read, by Citizen Warrior @ Infidel Bloggers Alliance.


A Parable For Our Time

Today on my way to lunch I passed a homeless guy with a sign that read "Vote Obama, I need the money." I laughed.

Once in the restaurant my server had on a "Obama 08" button, again I laughed as he had given away his political preference — just imagine the coincidence.

When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring Obama's "redistribution of wealth" concept. He stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need — the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed away from me.

I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the server inside as I've decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.

At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn, even though the actual recipient needed the money more.

I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.

My Number 2 daughter discovered the evils of wealth redistribution, when she got her first paycheck  of January 2006, that she'd been looking forward to all week..... she was left with .21.  Yes. That's right, .21. 

How? How could you only get .21 on a paycheck after working for more than 25 hours in the week? Well....our slimebag governor Ed Rendell and his Pennsylvania Kleptocrats passed a law allowing local townships and buroughs to raise the 'local occupational tax'  from 10 dollars a year to as much as 52. Do you think Lancaster restrained itself and raised the occupational tax to 20 for the year? Oh No....that would be, you know, restrained, and all. Nope. They went whole hog and raised it to the maximum. And who got hit the hardest? Was it the rich who don't never no how pay their fair share? Uh-uh. It was the working poor. The teen employee working part time and going to school. The unskilled laborer. People like my then teenage daughter, holding a worthless piece of paper with .21 on it all hers to spend, she cried some bitter angry tears. 

Now she is in college. What are the chances that Obama's Socialist Worker's Paradise Scheme will persuade her to vote for him? Not a chance in Hell.

Update: The Chowder was a major success! We followed up with a Nice Creamy Coconut Custard Pie.

Infidel Cooking Show


  1. Sorry to hear about the masque of black death. You can't hide even if you've got your own castle.

    But you're right about the bright side: It could be November 5th and the End Of Life As We Know It.

    Yeah, someone sent me the waiter-homeless man joke a few days back. Of course, what's funny is that any waiter who wears a political tee (of any persuasion) is being stiffed on so many gratuities he's stupid if he doesn't get it. It's a better joke with the redistribution of wealth angle, but a waiter wearing a political endorsement is bound to get stiffed anyway--even if, and maybe especially if, he's wearing a McCain jersey.

    Curl up with a nice book, something that makes you forget about the oozing and socializing. I just finished Walid Phares The War of Ideas and, believe it or not, I'm now re-reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, which I haven't cracked since I myself was in fact "a nicens little boy" in college in the seventies.

    Sounds like Audrey II may be becoming a conservative. I figure if being on the short end of wealth distribution doesn't turn you into a free-market capitalist and social conservative, nothing will.

    I work in federal training programs, but I work with welfare clients. No one who hasn't worked in both fields for twenty-six years can tell me anything about spreading around the taxpayer's money. I've thus been able to see for a long time where all this was headed, and although I thought for a time that welfare reform was possible and we could possibly turn it all around, I've come to know that the complete Marxist socialization of American society is inevitable. "Reforming" the system means more government and therefore fewer dollars to spread around, an even worse situation that just letting the entitlements balloon--at least then real people get the benefits, instead of a bloated bureaucracy.

    The good news is that we soon will have the option of just letting Uncle Sam take care of us. When Obama told Joe the Plumber he just wanted to make sure the folks in back got a piece, I presume he was talking about me and you. I know there's hardly anyone in back of me, and I'm in a very long line waiting for my ration.

    And I'm tired of working for it. Twenty-six years at the same desk, trying to help people but accomplishing not much good for anyone: I'm ready to go on the dole myself.

    The bad news is there's no dessert after a piece of the pie.

  2. THAT was a brilliant comment, Haid. I fear that the populace will get used to bending over for someone. God knows we have been prepped for it by all the Tolerance Squads. What I fear is that they won't be using Charmin, but an unsanded stick. We will be a nation governed by a Brigade of Petty Tyrants and Snitches, eager to prove their worth. I just hope they don't send me to Miles City, Montana for the re-education camp after redistributing my wealth.

  3. First, and this will causes issues Im sure, Im white ,which means none of this redistribution will ever come to me or mine. I know this for a fact when my struggling children tried to get it. Apparently we were too clean or spoke english or some other thing that disqualifies us. Who knows? So this to me is BS.

    Second, we are taxed everywhere as it is, sales tax, state income tax, taxes on many things we use besides Fed. Tax. Do they not realize eventually there will be no one to tax cuz there will be no one working. We will all be on the dole. Why would anyone want to work then if Uncle Sam will take care of us all? Doesnt anyone on this planet have a brain anymore? My heart aches seeing how much stupidity is here on earth. God help us all.

    On the plus side , with what happened to your daughter, great lesson and I see one more vote for the other side after seeing that great true story!

  4. Julia called home, stressed. She's surrounded by unthinking followers. Once, she called home to tell me that every time Bush said or did anything, it would cause the Derangement Syndrome to really kick in amongst the profs and their sheep. She asked how she could defend the president, and what kind of arguments she should use. I said. Don't bother. You're surrounded. Just do this: Every time something in YOUR life goes wrong, blame Bush. If you stub your toe, BLAME BUSH. Loudly and often. If you do it all the time, then anything about Bush coming out of their mouths will seem lame by comparison. At some point, you have to realize that you can't beat them with a valid point, so mock them. Ruthlessly.

  5. You know what is scary...I can so relate to what shes going thru. Its like those "others" are hypnotized zombies. Its rather scary. I sometimes feel like Im in a movie of those pod people type horror movies.


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