If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt
asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is
complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started
many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming
realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is
really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after
example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating,
tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my gross inability to
gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head.
Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but desperate times call
for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that
without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early
ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for
our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are
further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we
should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by
its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no taxation without
representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that
crap from only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands
up for that principal is promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.
While very few working people would say
they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say
with a great degree of certainty that there has never been a politician cast a
vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that
matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and
plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM
executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to
crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force
of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within
days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical
system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of
thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they
cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out
a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political “representatives”
(thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless
time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible
health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people
don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain
that white elephant conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our
entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for
the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds
accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying
with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on
the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand
what they are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the
measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.
How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American
nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years
of school, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that
I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a
group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In
particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions” that
make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly
wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”,
high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do
exactly what the “big boys” were doing (except that we weren’t steeling from
our congregation or lying to the government about our massive profits in the
name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all visible, following
all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our
efforts was to bring about a much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow
the monsters of organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an
honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two
“interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of
us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the
inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me
$40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made
me realize for the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is
based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive
I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that they
buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they
continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all
that keeps happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky
recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what justice really means in
this country (around 1984 after making my way through engineering school and
still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a
chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams
of independence, I should digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I
inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I
realized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence,
however, came much later during my early years of college; at the age of 18 or
19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg,
Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to
me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband
had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with
promises from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he
would have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead
he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill
management and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their
pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social security to
live on.
In retrospect, the situation was
laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz
crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to
know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for
my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was
genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with
each other over our situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to
convince me that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than
trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite
go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust big
business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my own
future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was
off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software
engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort
by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later
brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York
Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its
section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the
core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as
contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference
committee report
(http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding
the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section
530, as amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services
workers and their clients, read our discussion here
(http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN
TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the
Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new
subsection:
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not
apply in the case of an individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the
taxpayer and another person, provides services for such other person as an
engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other
similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made
by this section shall apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after
December 31, 1986.
Note:
· "another person" is the
client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
· "taxpayer" is the recruiter,
broker, agency, or job shop.
· "individual",
"employee", or "worker" is you.
Admittedly, you need to read the
treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not very complicated. The
bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in the text of
section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have
came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty
years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of
my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and
mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none
did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time. I spent
countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the
disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign
against this atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being
easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just beginning to
enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t
forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I
couldn’t bill clients.
After months of struggling it had
clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our
trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to
enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately
proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its
impact on my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back
to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left
abandoned engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour
workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders
decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had
in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result was
economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas
S&L fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit
about all of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of
boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received
government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce
and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I
find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the
.COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft were
grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’
facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made
access to my customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had
done the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax
dollars … as usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their
rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my
business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might
be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I
moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of
self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never
experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was
earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four
large companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and
wages… and this happens because the justice department is all on the take and
doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their
rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize
my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a
year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no return
that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there was no need. The
sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in
time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed
with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the
time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my
experience with the CPA world, following the business crash I swore that I’d
never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new
marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an expensive new
business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After considerable
thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help;
a very big mistake.
When we received the forms back I was
very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years
information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I
was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of Sheryl’s
unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all
along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle
of the audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was
representing himself and not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this
disaster trying to defend transactions that have no relationship to anything
tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented).
Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever
matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock
market crash before the “great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers
and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and
lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country
that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal
from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to
cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up,
the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is
often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly
alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight
years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true
for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless
it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a
government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their
lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to
decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have
stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the
blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and
there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body
to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over
my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore
what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual
won’t continue; I have just had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly
get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up
and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a
nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government
reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and
begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what
they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so,
but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is
that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and
have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all
along.
I saw it written once that the
definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and
expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this
insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my
pound of flesh and sleep well.
The communist creed: From each according
to his ability, to each according to his need.
The capitalist creed: From each
according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.
Joe Stack (1956-2010)
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