Don't Tax Don't Spend

The smoke has cleared and we stand on the rubble of a demolished civilization. Millions have died.

We are in ruins. Mothers roam the streets, starving babies in their arms, begging for a drop of milk or

a crumb from a rich man’s plate.

They are shooed away. Oftentimes, they are shot for sport and their children are fed to the rich man’s dogs. In the ruins, hildren play with rats because they have no toys. Eventually, when the play is no longer an adequate distraction and the hunger is too great, they eat the rats. In one horrific action, they lose their toy… and their innocence as they learn that in this new world, you have to kill in order to stay alive. We live in this horror because you got a tax cut. I hope you’re happy. Bastard.

Yesterday, the US senate passed the $1.5 trillion tax cut bill. Several companies like Boeing, Wells Fargo, and AT&T among others reacted by giving their employees bonuses and raising their minimum wage to $15. That’ll kill a baby like nobody’s business.

The right is jumping up and down. The left is crying over this latest end of the world. Libertarians are shaking their heads wondering when the duocracy will address the real issue: spending. Nothing matters if we don’t cut spending. We run deficits every year. We have more debt than we’ll ever be able to pay. Giving us back some of our money doesn’t hurt anyone except the beast that feeds on our money. This beast is known as congress. They take our money to fund pork barrel projects in their districts and they act as if they’re doing it out of the kindness of their hearts. They point to these projects every 2 or 6 years and say, “Look what I did for you. Send me back to Washington!”

The tax cuts are a good thing. Spending cuts would be an even better thing. Cutting short the careers of these tax-and-spend demagogues would be the most effective way to tame the deficit and keep taxes low, but they wouldn’t vote to get off the gravy train. They know the debt doesn’t matter because it’ll be here long after they’re all dead. They know the only thing that matters is reelection. The only thing that matters is that you keep writing that check so they can keep spending it like the reckless fools they’ve proven themselves to be. Tax cuts threaten their existence and so they fight. The question is whether you’ll fight back.

Here’s how you fight back:

• Write your member of congress and tell them to cut spending and then go get a real job.
• Vote against the incumbent - whoever the incumbent happens to be.
• Run as a libertarian and disrupt the entire system.

Taxation is Theft?

We’ve all seen the hashtag. Maybe you’ve seen a bumper sticker. Certainly a meme. The phrase has become ubiquitous. It’s also fun to say. But is it true? Is Taxation really Theft? It’s a question libertarians need to ask themselves.Are we right to resent every penny of taxes we are forced to pay? Or would it be more intellectually honest to only resent the wasteful portion? I know, the vast majority of the money we surrender to the government is wasted. But still…

I am a libertarian, to be sure. I believe in maximum freedom and the bare minimum of government. I believe we should have a strong defense, and that we can most effectively defend our country by not being engaged in endless war and occupying the world. I believe in educating young people. I just don’t think the $5+ trillion we have spent on the department of miseducation is the right way to do it. I believe our society is now such that we may never have the teeny tiny government most of us would want, but I know we are due for a reduction in the size and scope of government at all levels.

I want to be safe in my home, and I believe this can be achieved without the militarization of my local police. I believe a city the size of the one I live in can collect the garbage without needing to contract with 26 different trash-hauling companies (true story.) I believe the taxes I pay mean I shouldn’t have to give up two lanes of an interstate I use because the local powers figured out they can charge an additional toll for the use of those two lanes.

See, I don’t mind paying taxes. They are necessary. I do, however resent paying for sexual harassment settlements. I resent financing mistresses. I don’t see why I have to pay for people to travel first class to New York City to tell people there that we have beaches in Florida. I don’t want to pay for NPR. I don’t want to pay for someone to urinate on a statue of Jesus and call it art. If it’s art, let there be patrons. Picasso got by without the NEA, you’ll manage!

I don’t resent taxes, but I resent paying for waste.

I resent that members of congress live better than their constituents.

I resent that I pay for their premium, top-of-the-line healthcare while they dictate (unconstitutionally) what insurance I must carry.

I resent that members of congress have lush retirement plans even as they contemplate pillaging my 401 (k).

I resent that my tax dollars pay for illegal aliens to go to college while my kid has to work two jobs to finish his degree without drowning in debt.

I resent that whatever financial success I achieve is frowned upon by the very scoundrels who rely on the taxes generated by my success to continue their spending spree.

I resent that we are taxed at every turn and still manage to find ourselves $20 trillion in debt on a federal level and greedy cities and municipalities whine for more at the teet they’ve sucked nearly dry.

Is Taxation Theft? Not necessarily. Waste and abuse are most definitely theft. I believe most reasonable people are willing to shoulder a reasonable portion of the burden. I believe it’s unreasonable to expect them to watch you recklessly waste what they generously share with you and then demand more, calling them greedy when they want to keep what’s rightfully theirs.

I believe Americans have become battered housewives. Government is the abusive husband. He goes out boozing and whoring and doesn’t really care if there’s money enough for rent and milk. Then, he gets angry and beats us until we give up the little bit we’d saved up for Christmas gifts. Our friends and our conscience say we should leave him but we’ve convinced ourselves that he’s a good man going through a rough patch. He’ll change. Just give him time. Listen to his promises. He means it this time.

It’s time we traded in the housedress for high heels and did something about it. We can continue to demur and allow the drunken bastard to mistreat us, or we can replace him with a younger, better-looking new guy who will appreciate us. Divorce day is coming in November. Get your lipstick!