Tag Archives: IRS

The Three Snoops

The cartoonist ought to have added the nincompoop Barry assigned to run the Defense Department since it (allegedly) controls the National Security Agency and the CIA which are running the domestic spy ops on all of us in the name of fighting terrorism. Worked so well in Boston and Fort Hood, didn’t it.

“Knowing in my heart that President Obama has all the integrity of a Maitre D’, I figured that Americans would get the responsible service in this regard that they paid for, which for most of us is a contemptible near-zero amount.”

As J.D. Allen reminds, it’s not a question of whether the spying feds (and their undoubted director Wormtongue) have time to look at billions of emails and phone records. Of course they don’t.

Rather, it’s about when they decide, for whatever reason (and they get to pick the reason) to look at our individual emails and phone records. That’s when you’ll know (too late) that you’ve been chosen to play the “rule of law” game. A game they almost always win, even if you can afford to turn over a major part of your assets (such as selling your home) to pay a defense lawyer.


Great sign here: "Government Healthcare: The Efficiency of FEMA & the Compassion of the IRS."

Not to mention penny-pinching, rationing, and probable loss of choice, timely care and treatment advances. If the Dems were honest about this, they would rejuvenate and expand Medicaid for the poor and leave the rest of us alone.

Taxes are for the little people

Mailed our income taxes this morning, a day early for a change. Surprised only at the almost seven thousand dollars we still owed after all the takeouts over 2008. Not surprised at how ridiculously difficult it is to fill out the Form 1040 and attachments. Stuff like, "see page A-14 if your step-mother is a red-haired, gray-eyed Puerto Rican born on Dec. 25, but only except in a Leap Year, in which case you must see page B-23 and subtract $11.98 from the total on Line 66." The pols perennially promise they’re going to simplify this malarky, but they never seem to get around to it. Maybe it’s because they don’t have to low-crawl their way through this muck every April the way the rest of us do.