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Saturday, June 16, 2012

Update: Tax His Land, Tax His Bed, Tax the Table at Which He’s Fed

oped: addendum...have y'all had enough of big government yet? Let's get real, taxes are what started the US Revolution ...hello Boston Tea Party?...what is going on now is 1000 times worse than the original cause for the colonists to revolt...have ya ever looked at your phone bill?...federal taxes and surcharges added for what?.. sin taxes on cigaretts and alcohol, where does this money go? To help who pray tell?...oh wait it goes into the general fund just like Social Security and Medicare...to fund special interest  agendas and back room kick back deals...making our useless congressional representatives quite wealthy!  

What we the people need to do ...short of another Revolutionary War is remove all those in congress who do not represent we the people but special interest groups and their personal bank accounts...let's take out the trash 2016 forward...that would be 80 % of congress...also elect a true 'Republic' POTUS who represents all the people...we need a fresh start...or a new revolution will undoubtedly ensue!

by: The Godfather
George Harrison was inspired to write the song “Taxman” (Revolver album, 1966). The Beatles were making a ton of money, but because of Britain’s “progressive” income tax, most of their earnings were being taken in taxes. As Harrison said, “‘Taxman’ was when I first realised that even though we had started earning money, we were actually giving most of it away in taxes.”
Harrison’s “Taxman” became a widely disseminated commentary on the confiscatory nature of governments. You can read the lyrics here. Here’s a video version showing Harrison with Eric Clapton singing it.
In the spirit of Harrison’s song, I’m posting the following from an anonymous author. Enjoy it and remember in November.

Tax his land, tax his bed,
Tax the table at which he’s fed.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes are the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirt,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco, tax his drink.
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his cigars, tax his beers,
If he cries, then tax his tears
Tax his car, tax his gas,
Find other ways to tax his ass.
Tax all he has, then let him know That you won’t be done ’til he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers,
Tax him some more.
Tax his air 
Tax his water
Tax his/her sex
Tax him ’till he’s good and sore.
Then tax his coffin, tax his grave.
Tax the sod in which he’s laid.
Put these words upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me to my doom.”
When he’s gone, do not relax.
It’s time to apply the inheritance tax





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