Ethics And Taxes

I’ve already written about the craptacular “tax compromise” but I decided to check the history leading up to the current mess.  Back in 2008 Obama wasn’t interested in extending the Bush Tax cuts:

Obama has no plans to extend the Bush tax cuts beyond their expiration date…

Specifically he didn’t want to extend Bush Tax cuts to “rich bastards” who “make more than they should” and are “interfering with the glorious equalization plans of the State”.  (OK I’m paraphrasing; I believe he set the limit at $250,000 per year and kept the rhetorical flourishes to himself).  It was a talking point that Obama used against McCain:

Obama says McCain wants to continue Bush administration policies, noting that McCain had voted against the Bush tax cuts but then embraced them as he campaigned for the Republican presidential nomination.

Here’s the money quote from 2008.

“John McCain likes to talk about fiscal responsibility, but there is no doubt that his proposals blow a hole through the budget,” Obama said.

Lets review.

What did he say it would do on September 7th, 2008?

“…blow a hole through the budget,” Obama said.

What did he say on December 9th, 2010?

“…this agreement would boost economic growth in the coming years and has the potential to create millions of jobs,” Obama said.

But remember…this is all someone else’s fault

“I found this national debt, doubled, wrapped in a big bow waiting for me as I stepped into the Oval Office.”
Barack Obama

He took the national debt which was “foisted” on him and will not merely gift wrap it but bloat it to heretofore unseen numbers.  I hope his successors thank him adequately.

Hat tip to Captain Capitalism for encouraging me to sniff around for fun quotes.

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The Unstoppable: Adolf Busch

Adolf Busch

Adolf Busch is said to have been one of the greatest German violinists of the 20th century. (I’m accepting that fact as a given since I can’t personally evaluate any violinist of any century.)

Mr. Busch was a successful and popular musician when the free citizens of Germany elected a guy who had some strong views about the future direction of German politics. Mr. Busch knew which way the wind blew. Shortly after Hitler’s election, Mr. Busch stopped playing in Germany.

Mr. Busch, being a well known German citizen, an accomplished classical violinist, and not a Jew, was sitting about as pretty as any German citizen of the time. He was in no danger personally and the true measure of Hitler’s evil hadn’t yet become too clear to ignore. Everyone around Mr. Busch played the game; keep your head down and don’t be Jewish. Don’t worry about the ethics and don’t rock the boat. Despite a whole society telling him to roll with it, Mr. Busch publicly took his violin and moved to Switzerland. Later, when antisemitism arose throughout Europe (particularly Italy) he voted with his feet once more…coming to America. Remember he was not fleeing for his life, he was merely a concert violinist with a steely conscience. I heartily approve of any man who knows what is right and what is wrong and refuses to quietly put up with evil when everyone else takes the easy way out.

Mr. Busch’s life in America wasn’t grand (Americans don’t shower wealth and fame on concert violinists…particularly during a war) and he sorely missed his home country (which by then had gone stark raving mad). He lived in America in relative obscurity until his death in 1952.

Remember, he was a violinist, not Rambo. He could easily have been excused for staying put. He took a stand on principle even though he wasn’t forced to by necessity. In my eyes he showed a special kind of bravery. Leaving the easy life because you know it to be ethically wrong amid a whole society bent on ignoring the obvious; that, my friends, takes a will of steel.

Mr. Busch, for showing courage in the face of a society gone mad and for avoiding the ethical trap of tolerating evil even if it doesn’t darken your doorstep, you are hereby welcomed to the ranks of The Unstoppable.

Hat tip to Claire Wolfe for making me aware of Mr. Busch (linked as “The Man Who Said No To Hitler”) and The Wall Street Journal for the thoughtful article and Wikipedia for additional details. As always I heartily recommend you click to the source links and see it for yourself.

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After Careful Consideration They’ve Decided To Have Their Cake And Eat It Too

“When you get to a fork in the road, take it.”

Yogi Berra's decision making showed more wisdom than our current crop of Congressweasels.

Never underestimate a politician’s ability to ignore the obvious. We’ve got an overwhelming soul crushing debit hanging over our head like the sword of Damocles and both sides have decided to fund their favorite bullshit initiatives. Congress regardless of a tectonic shift in the party in power has continued to ignore their obligations and decided instead to play Santa Claus. I’ve got news for them, the Santa Claus gig is filled and they weren’t elected to give out candy. Get to work making realistic choices damn it!

A visual demonstration of debt.

Democrats want everything under the sun and a free pony. This includes extending unemployment benefits for another 13 months. As a Curmudgeon I must ask; which magic leprechaun gave you the money to pay for it and how many extensions does one add to benefits until there’s just no point in working? “Working for a living” is already dangerously close to a quaint outdated concept bloggers put in quotes. Of course I’ve long known that Democrats live in a relativistic haze where results don’t matter so long as you mean well. Thus I’m not surprised.

Republicans want deficit reduction… Bwa ha ha ha!!! Oh man I crack myself up! Republicans only want deficit reduction when there’s a Democrat in the White House. And they only want deficit reduction if we can fight two ground wars simultaneously. And only if the tax rates stay low. And only if we continue fully funding medical programs, social security, a strong military, and bailouts for banks. So, when tax rates might have gone up and slightly reduced the degree to which our nation runs in the red they stuck their head in the sand and said “no new taxes”…a lot like the most recent one term president who sired the most recent Republican deficit generation machine. Of course, I’ve long known that Republicans expect magic fairies to pay for the Baby Boomer’s unfunded retirement. Thus I’m not surprised.

Given that the electorate wants everything and the electorate can’t have everything what did Congress choose? After careful deliberation they decided to give everyone everything. Everyone is a winner and all must have prizes. Those no talent ass clowns couldn’t run a lemonade stand without mortgaging a city block.

The “budget compromise” where each party gets shiny toys and the deficit grows demonstrates that denial will continue until we have a real crash. There is no way in hell they’ll avert disaster. In the mid 1970’s I understood that the shit was going to hit the fan when Baby Boomers retired. It wasn’t rocket science. I understood the nature of a ponzi scheme just like I understood that the road runner would kick the coyote’s ass every time. Alas I was so naïve that I thought a disaster foretold was a disaster which could be averted. Forty years later everyone…even hamsters and houseplants…knows kicking the can down the road is unsustainable. Yet Congress will fix the septic tank only when there’s shit floating around their ankles. Time’s up!

Open note to congress; you gutless sons of bitches need to grow a pair of balls and learn to choose among those things you can afford. You chickenshit pussies haven’t shown the restraint of a child with a dollar in his hand staring at an aisle of candy bars. Pick one thing, pay cash, and shut up.

Open note to the American people; you gutless sons of bitches need to grow a pair of balls and learn to choose among those things you can afford. If you can’t afford it, don’t ask the government to provide it. Suck it up and live within your means.

Oh yeah, Merry Christmas everyone.

(Note: Sword of Damocles sourced here. It’s an excellent painting I’m pleased to add as a counterpoint to Yogi’s mug. Let it never be said that I’m an obnoxious asshole who lacks culture.)

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Detecting Seasonal Changes By Observing Local Fauna

Despite what you’ve been told, we here in the north do experience summer. Summer is when the water in the lakes gets all soft and mushy. Since summertime lakes won’t support trucks and snowmobiles I’m forced into alternative activities like mowing the lawn and mooning over the weeds where the garden should be. Aside from boats and canoes I see no advantage to water in liquid form; it’s main function is to support detrimental populations of mosquitoes and tourists. Fortunately, this temporary and unfortunate season soon passes and winter comes again.

Outdoor winter activities are an excellent way to relax.

The transition is a conundrum. Most of the winter the ice is thick enough to support a freight train but for an indeterminate period of time it’s too thin for the average and reasonable load of a Ford F-350 with six fishermen and a keg of beer. When is the ice thick enough? Weathermen never know. The local authorities are useless; those pants shitting, litigation whipped pussies would tell you to wear a life vest on a glacier. The same thing happens in the spring. Ice doesn’t vanish overnight, it deteriorates slowly until it collapses from within…like a politician’s soul.

Luckily I’ve found a way to know precisely when the ice is thick enough; both in fall as it builds and in spring as it erodes. Here is my patented and utterly reliable observation relating to north country seasons:

  1. It is not winter until some redneck drives a truck on the ice and it sinks.
  2. It is not spring until some other redneck drives a truck on the ice and it sinks.
  3. Between #1 and #2 the ice is good to go!

Winter has begun and the festive Christmas holidays are nearly upon us!

There are a few details. It’s not necessary that the redneck die in the accident or that he be drunk; once the truck is sunk the threshold has been met. Snowmobiles, ATVs, dogsleds, and yuppies on skis are less reliable indicators but a sunk car is as good as a truck. A few years ago someone sunk a front end loader. I’m not sure what that means about seasons; probably that God has a sense of humor.

My predictor has held up under scrutiny through several seasons. For example; last spring the robins arrived the same day the papers reported that a truck, two ATVs, and a snowmobile sunk even though the ice fishing season had been uneventful up to that point. (I am NOT making that up!) I had no idea that birds could read but the little red harbingers of spring picked the day perfectly.

There is snow at Ft. Curmudgeon but it is merely late fall and not yet winter. No trucks have sunk yet. I think it’s due to global warming.

That is all.

(Note: The truck photo is from an outfit in Minnesota that specializes in extracting sunk trucks from icebound lakes.  If any of my readers have recently sunk a truck I heartily encourage you to call them…assuming you haven’t succumbed to hypothermia or drowning.  Also icebound truck extraction sounds like an honorable and challenging profession which I’d heartily embrace.  If they call me I’d gladly take a job as a sunk truck extraction lackey.)

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The Unbelievable Lightness Of Kicking Jackasses To The Curb

Decades ago a long distance telephone provider jerked me around. Rather than name a specific company I’ll refer to them as “Jackasses”.  Before moving overseas I requested a final bill to close out my account and paid it. “Jackasses” sent written confirmation that everything was hunky dory.  I promptly forgot they existed.

A few years later I was back in the States and tried to set up telephone service with a different long distance company. Rather than be specific I’ll refer to them as “Motherfuckers”. “Motherfuckers” inexplicably declared I was a credit risk and demanded that I put up a cash deposit. Huh? After some sleuthing I discovered that “Jackasses” had added a small fee (a little over $5) to my “closed” account and never sent me a bill. The secret fee became a trap.  It waited years for my return and when I dealt with “Motherfuckers” (which had merged with “Jackasses”) it became a reason to push me around. I tried to work it out but “Motherfuckers” wouldn’t budge. They wanted extra fees and deposits and possibly a quick grope in the broom closet.

I always enjoy springing a trap on some innocent schmuck.

This is when I did something right. Something so simple and logical that it’s unheard of. I stopped playing their rigged game. Which leads me to today’s Curmudgeonly Gem Of Insight:

Sometimes the best course of action is to take your ball and go home.”

I never did get their long distance service. I never paid any extra fees. I stopped calling “customer service”. (Dial 1 to be put on hold and then ignored in Spanish… Dial 2 to be transferred to Tajikistan…) I never dealt with them again period. I swore that they’d never get a red cent from me and I’ve kept that promise.

Mistreatment during a business transaction can negatively affect your attitude. (Photo linked to source.)

After a year or so Motherfuckers Inc. decided maybe I was a good credit risk after all. They offered to hook me up under much more favorable services. They called. They wrote. They promised they’d respect me in the morning.

After a few years of kicking you in the balls we've decided to remove your name from our list of suspected terrorist pedophiles. Now why don't you sign up for additional services that accumulate until they exceed your mortgage?

Which brings me to today’s second Curmudgeonly Gem of Insight:

A company that fucks with me is banned from my life for eternity.”

I told them to take a hike. For reasons which I’ll never understand, friends have implied that my behavior was risky. Why? A company that has annoyed me has no place in my life. People are important. Companies are not. I do not ever grovel before any company. I have cash and they want it. I call the shots.

I’ve been told that I should lighten up because that’s just how the industry works. Which brings me to my next Curmudgeonly Gem Of Insight:

If all of the companies in a sector suck then avoid the whole industry.  It is never an American’s duty to pay money to people who piss them off.

Over the years it has become a part of my lifestyle to make end-runs around the system. Calling cards, Skype, pre-paid cell phones, whatever. It’s not rocket science and my calls still get through.

In the long run it has served me incredibly well. I get service on my own terms. I pay more per minute but I don’t have monthly fees and random charges. I have never paid for a single minute I didn’t use. I get precisely what I pay for when and how I want it. As I should.  I’ve probably saved a ton of money too.

My main motivation is listening to people talk about their phone services. As far as I can tell everyone hates their phone company.  The only reason folks keep doing business with them is because people put up with obnoxious companies like they are the victims of Stockholm Syndrome.

When otherwise rational people get a new cell phone they’ll extol its many virtues like it’s the second coming of Jesus.  “It has an award winning ring tone, it can get reception on Mars, the case is made of chromium and gypsy tears, etc…” Eventually the honeymoon is over and  an already hefty monthly bill sprouts unexpected additions. Why? Any of a thousand reasons. Maybe they made a call out of plan, their kid sent more text messages than budgeted, there’s a “we just made it up” service fee, there’s a tax to fund the Spanish American War of 1898, there’s insurance on the phone, there’s a surcharge on the insurance, there’s a rollover charge, the moon is in the seventh house and Jupiter is aligned with Mars….whatever. Bend over and cut that check pronto or they’ll compound late fees like it’s an Olympic event! People grump that “As soon as I’m done with this service agreement I’m dumping these losers!” It doesn’t happen. One way or another they’ll sign up again and wind up bitching about the new and improved way they get screwed next time.

It doesn’t have to be that way. If you like a company, do business with them happily. If not, dump them forever. It’s good for the soul.

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How To Start The Day

It is said that the civilized man seeks out good and intelligent company, so that by learned discourse, he may rise above the savage, and be closer to God. Personally however, I like to start the day with a total dickhead to remind me that I'm best. - Edmund Blackadder.

Hat tip to Sagacious Iconoclast for unearthing this bit of deep wisdom.

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You Picked A fine Time To Lead Us…

It would have been more timely if I’d noticed this before the election but better late than never.  It’s a Kenny Rodgers parody that makes fun of the President so how could I not post it?  

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The Shafted: Philip Ransome

Philip Ransome is  law abiding citizen.  His van backfired.

When this van acted uppity, the Kansas City cops put a cap in it's ass. Is this the vehicular version of a no knock raid at the wrong address? Or just the high quality police work we've grown to expect from America's finest?

A neighbor (reasonably) thought it was a gunshot and (reasonably) called the police.  The police (unreasonably) decided to re-enact an action movie.  Fortunately the only fatality was the van.

Kansan City’s finest did the following:

  1. Shot the van.  Because…uh…it was resisting arrest?
  2. Shot their own windows out of their own cruiser.  Brilliant tactical move!
  3. Didn’t notice Mr. Ransome, unarmed and terrified, standing next to his van yelling at the police that he was not shooting.

Fortunately the police could barely hit the van and Mr. Ransome (being smaller than a van) was unharmed. If I made it up you wouldn’t believe me.  If I saw it on TV it would be the Simpsons.

Mr. Ransome, who was innocently driving a van and got the A-Team treatment, is hereby added to my list of the Shafted.

Hat tip to View From The Porch for this heartening story of Kansas City’s professional and highly trained police officers.  Additional hat tip to The Ultimate Answer to Kings who added my favorite DEA video to his commentary about the event.  Click here to see it on the Kansas City Star because there’s no point in believing such galactic incompetence without second source verification.  (Note: View From The Porch and The Ultimate Answer to Kings have been added to my blogroll.)

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Joe Biden Is A Tool

“Every single great idea that has marked the 21st century, the 20th century and the 19th century has required government vision and government incentive.”

Joe Biden, October 26, 2010

I want to know just two things.  First; how can a grown man, who presumably has at least enough brain function to exceed vegetative or comatose, make such a statement?  Second; who let him speak aloud without adult supervision?

Pull my finger.

I’d comment further on Al Gore’s Internet but I’ll have to stop because it’s dark.  Apparently Tomas Edison’s private R & D funds couldn’t have made electric lights.  Like reason and forethought they must not exist in Joe Biden’s world.

(Note: I refused to believe anyone would say such a dumbass thing without verification.  Sadly, I found references in the New York Times and the Washington Post (in a delightful article by George Will) so it’s not a hoax.  Amusingly, Biden predicted that the Democrats would win the House in the November 2nd elections in the same speech…way to swing for the bleachers brainiac.)

(Note: Photo from an unrelated blog article describing another of Biden’s brilliant statements in 2009.  Click the link to dissuade you of any notion that Biden’s recent stupidity was a one off event.)

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It Is Black Friday…

…and I haven’t bought any of the cheap plastic shit that stores squat and expel into the gaping mouths of well trained consumers nationwide.  I did not go to the mall.  Nobody cut me off in traffic.  I did not see advertisements or read the fine print that explained that the good deal was not as good as I thought.  Nobody dinged my car in the parking lot.  No kids threw tantrums in my vicinity.  I did not use a credit card.  I did not eat shitty fast food.  I did not pay sales tax.  I’m an economic black hole and proud of it!

Now for a series of images to illustrate my attitude about Black Friday:

Photo 1: See this line? Don't be in it.

Photo 2: See this line. Don't be in it.

Photo 3: See this line. Don't be in it.

Of course the road from anxious flakes desperately queuing up in the pre-dawn snow of 2010 to buy a new iDevice to a soup kitchen in 1930 is a long and winding one.  But I heartily recommend a policy of never ever standing in line to buy any physical object.  In theory, if the object is priced so low that rational people stand in line at dawn to get it…then the price is irrational and likely an indication that your estimate of the object’s value is…horseshit.  Conversely if the price is rational you can buy it in a reasonable time frame and standing around like groupie trying to score free concert tickets is irrational.  There are exceptions of course; if you need more ammo after the zombie horde has somehow destroyed your stash/civilization/and your reloading press…well ok maybe prices could get elastic.  Beyond that, if you’re waiting in line for a consumer good you’re either in Russia circa 1973 or a deluded yahoo.  Don’t go quietly into that dark night!

The timing also galls me.  What hideous monsters would encourage a materialistic orgy so near to the sacred Thanksgiving holiday?  My family is safe and healthy, the larder is sufficiently stocked, the snow is pretty outside and it’s staying outside because our house is sufficiently (if barely) sound, the chickadees are chirpy as ever, and two playful mousers in training kittens are chewing happily on my shoelaces.  This is what we give thanks for.  The newest iCrap at Best Buy is unimaginably trivial.

Any man forced to venture to a mall today gets my full sympathies based on the assumption that it was simultaneously involuntary and painful.  (Like passing a gall stone.)  As for any man who went to the mall on Black Friday because they wanted to…sorry but you’re not a man.  Just sayin’.

And because I didn’t say it yesterday…Happy Thanksgiving to all of us.  We have much to be thankful for and shouldn’t let slip the opportunity to reflect on the transitory nature of fortune and celebrate the blessings which have come our way.

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