A law abiding citizen now “aims to misbehave”
by Jack_Savage
Getting older is actually quite liberating. At one point in my life I will admit that I cared very deeply about what others thought of me. Now, not so much. I’m now the guy that interjects himself into the debate at the post office or bar. I’m now the guy that won’t let people with Obama stickers merge in front of me. I’m the guy that ran over a “Health Care Reform Now” sign on the side of a busy road five minutes ago. Being a little older means I can’t drive as well as I once could, ya know.
I’m ready to take it up a notch now. Believe it or not, we had a pretty decent year last year financially (not so much this year - thanks Barry). This means we made money, which means I will pay taxes. But I am not going to pay them on time. The massive trough at which the government hogs feed will be a few grand lighter for a little while, because I am going to file an extension. Perfectly legal, and perfectly perfect. Because I have figured out that the tyrants who are busy stuffing me full of mandates desperately need me to conform. I pay the taxes. I obey the rules. I pull the wagon that they ride. They need me to continue to do so. They need you to continue to do so. They need us all. Remember - we pull, they ride.
No more.
Now if I do this, it probably won’t make a bit of difference. If a few people do it, not much. But what if we all did it? Every business, every individual, every entity that owes the government a dime took full advantage of their legal rights? What if we played by the rules, but only at the boundaries? What if instead of not taking the time or spending the money as I have done before, I hired a tax attorney to wring every dime out of my payments, then paid him that amount instead of the government? What if?
From this day forward, I will engage in little acts of civil disobedience. Every single day. Barack won’t have ol’ Jack to count on any more, because tyranny is not what I signed up for. And they need me. They need us.
And we shouldn’t play any more. Now if you will excuse me, I have a line to hold up at the DMV.
by Jack_Savage
Getting older is actually quite liberating. At one point in my life I will admit that I cared very deeply about what others thought of me. Now, not so much. I’m now the guy that interjects himself into the debate at the post office or bar. I’m now the guy that won’t let people with Obama stickers merge in front of me. I’m the guy that ran over a “Health Care Reform Now” sign on the side of a busy road five minutes ago. Being a little older means I can’t drive as well as I once could, ya know.
I’m ready to take it up a notch now. Believe it or not, we had a pretty decent year last year financially (not so much this year - thanks Barry). This means we made money, which means I will pay taxes. But I am not going to pay them on time. The massive trough at which the government hogs feed will be a few grand lighter for a little while, because I am going to file an extension. Perfectly legal, and perfectly perfect. Because I have figured out that the tyrants who are busy stuffing me full of mandates desperately need me to conform. I pay the taxes. I obey the rules. I pull the wagon that they ride. They need me to continue to do so. They need you to continue to do so. They need us all. Remember - we pull, they ride.
No more.
Now if I do this, it probably won’t make a bit of difference. If a few people do it, not much. But what if we all did it? Every business, every individual, every entity that owes the government a dime took full advantage of their legal rights? What if we played by the rules, but only at the boundaries? What if instead of not taking the time or spending the money as I have done before, I hired a tax attorney to wring every dime out of my payments, then paid him that amount instead of the government? What if?
From this day forward, I will engage in little acts of civil disobedience. Every single day. Barack won’t have ol’ Jack to count on any more, because tyranny is not what I signed up for. And they need me. They need us.
And we shouldn’t play any more. Now if you will excuse me, I have a line to hold up at the DMV.
