“I’m The Taxman – Yeah, I’m The Taxman”
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
‘Cause I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
I’ll tax the street
(If you try to sit) I’ll tax your seat
(If you get too cold) I’ll tax the heat
(If you take a walk) I’ll tax your feet
‘Cause I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman
– The Beatles, 1966
We paid for a Tomahawk cruise missile today. Or at least our share of the $2-$3 million dollars one of those babies costs.
Sure, we had other plans for the dinero and – believe us – there were more peaceful things we would rather have done with it than pony up partial payment for a tube with fins and warhead but, hey, they don’t give you many outs, do they?
Our accountant tittered when we asked about one of those Panamanian tax shelters Bono and the Big Boys use to shelter their megabucks. Apparently, our paltry earnings don’t qualify for entry into the quasi-legal, dubiously ethical world of sheltered money. Guess it’s time to open a bureau in Saudi Arabia.
Truthfully, our pen lingered over our signature line before we sent this year’s tithe on to Washington D.C., weighing the satisfaction of protest against how our money is being used against the prospect of impending government liens and wage garnishment. Deciding against time in federal prison – nice as some of them are these days – we pushed down our base instinct to resist and sent off our annual contribution to the Big Mean Machine. We’re sure they’ll put it to good use.
If you have/had second thoughts about sending off your hard-earned simoleons this year do let us know. Sometimes we feel so a-lone.
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If you bought the nose cone I paid for the rest of it!!!