Thursday, July 16, 2015
Carried Interest
Old Black Joe, he carry de Interest
in de big ole sack fo De Man! The
Mississippi Mud beats his feet and
he be screamin’ "I be promise de chicken!"
“One every day! if'n you carries me too!”
De Man, he too fat t'walk now, n’ Joe he
carry him too.
But dat no good! He too heavy wit de sack,
n' Joe drop de whole kit-n-kaboodle n’
himself in de mud.
Sack, it pop open n’ make de whole world
golden light. All de Negroes comes and sings
de spirituals.
De Man he yell to shut up, n’ get dat gold
back in de sack!
“I'm requirin new Negroes,” he shout. “Two!
chickens a day.”
“Zero sum game!” Joe shout back, he dying.
“And I ends up de zero.”
“Oh who oh who will carry my Interest now?”
De fat man he sing pretty good.
But he find out de white man can be slave
like anybody else.
And de next week de new white man carry his
Interest. N' another white man do carry De Man!
N’ d’other white mens, dey learns de spirituals!
But can sing right away Old White Joe!
Labels: black, Carried Interest, Hedge Fund, injustice, Interest, Old Black Joe, Race, slave, Tax Laws Favoring Rich, taxation, Zero Sum
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Final E
Death and Taxes
So, Rupert Henslow became Rupert Henslowe--
with an e. Again.
That first time, he paid Rippy Baby Taxes, or
about half of his usual.
The real Henslowe given that break since his
father had fought in the terrifyingly stupid
Rippy Campaign that has destabilized that
portion of the world since. The Hawks thirst to
move back in there and do it right on this
occasion. Leave a desert!
But it’s already that.
Mose Maley straightened out things that first
time, and was due again after three years into
the new dodge.
Rupert would get away with the lesser taxes
once more, the leftist government reasoning
that not only the rich should screw the rest
of us on that score. But he has to return
to the old rate in future.
"So Rippy Baby encore, hey? Well I'm gonna
surprise you! You can stay Henslowe with an e.
Your government insists!"
"And pay Rippy Baby...?"
"Absolutely! Forever! Hey, you pay some taxes!
The Gotrocks Master Thieves in this enlightened
society pay squat."
"Nothing at all?"
"Not to worry. They're great patriots!"
"But...the original Rupert Henslowe?"
"Ex!"
"Ex? Ex what? Husband, worker, citizen? What?:
"Try tinguished!"
"Oh my God!"
"Yeah, all this bureaucratic rigamarole between
the two of you pissed off FBI, and they sent a
Swat Team. Nailed him at third base of his
softball team. He was on defense, but not
very well!"
"So...I'm Rippy Baby, period?"
"Barring the same kind of law-enforcement visit."
"In that horrid case, I'm thinking of surrendering my Rippy Baby Privilege?"
"Don't! Your dad fought for it! Well, his dad.
The Extinguished."
"I'm pondering that last word."
"Again, don't. Almost entirely at random really.
It can come to either of us--or not."
"You mean that the FBI picks its person and
then justifies it with the usual smokescreen?"
"Uh huh. Trust to luck. You've had it so far."
"The usual power-political trick: They throw the
dart and then paint the bullseye around it!"
"You're wise beyond your years? But one lousy
host! Where's the booze and dope?"
"How do I know you're not setting me up?"
"Because I revealed so much to you that they
could ice me without trial!"
"Ex you, you mean."
"Same."
Labels: bureaucracy, future, rich tax cheats, tax cheat patriots, tax cheats, taxation, taxes
Thursday, October 02, 2014
Taxes, Free and Brave
The System
“Look! You take a hundred dollar bite out of millions of ragged asses.
That way you leave the Gotrocks be!
They finance our campaigns. A fair tradeoff
for Patriots.”
Labels: campaign financing, gifts for rich, gouge, loopholes, politics, taxation
Monday, July 28, 2014
Skin In the Game
The Poor line up to give a dollar to the Rich,
and are roundly congratulated. Real affection!
(Coffee and Danish had been suggested, but give
‘em an inch...)
Banker C Hogart Marilsohn said to no one, after
staying for the whole event, “Well, not so bad!
A whitewall for the antique Bentley.”
Labels: poor, rich, skin in the game, taxation
