All The Hoos Down in Hooville

Headline: "Cities Deal with a Surge in Shanty Towns" New York Times

During the Depression, shanty towns sprouted up all over the country called Hoovervilles. Not sure what they will call ours--Bushvilles or Obamavilles. Not that it matters.

Does it not make you angry with all the fake histronics about the AIG bonuses? Christopher Dodd knew damn well what he was doing when he slipped in the last bailout plan the clause about bonuses, so his fake shock is disgusting and criminal. For Congress to go after the bonuses with the power of the IRS is foul. Let them have the balls to look at the so-called sacrosanct contracts that 'forces' them to give the money for bonuses. Wouldn't you love to see the contract that lets some scumball financial wizard get a huge bonus even though his company is now jeopardizing the whole financial system? Oh, yes. Where are the great Watergate type reporters looking into that?

Every time Congress turns around, they are making a bad situation worse. Tariffs, taxes, earmarks, pork. Pelosi is a pig. Leave it to San Francisco to keep sending someone that moronic back to Congress all the time. Remember, people, this is YOUR money they are throwing around, not THEIR money. They point a gun to your head, threaten you with seizure of your property and confiscation of your bank accounts if you do not pay up. They should think long and hard about every dollar they spend when it is seized from us.

Maybe they will give some back to us because now we will be poor.

Gov. Girlie Man and the Taxpayer Revolt 2009

John and Ken from KFI 640 had a rally in Fullerton, California yesterday. Man, you want to talk about fun, that was a blast. It was heads on a stick time, sledge hammering Arnold movies (Total Recall and Terminator were big hits), and organizing against Prop.1A.

I don't know how many thousands of people were there, but it was great to see so many people who are angry and wanted their voices heard about the horrendous new taxes rolling our way and the real possibility that more new taxes will be demanded. I am not sure it makes any difference, but I wanted to go and at least show my support.

People were dressed up as Benedict Arnold and pirates, and posters were everywhere. People brought their dogs and their kids. They had games you could play, The Flush-a-nator and Getting Over the Hump, and the prizes were t-shirts. The Slidebar Cafe hosted the day. I guess, that is the word you would use, and what a great place. I cannot wait to go back and hear some incredible music. It was a very friendly crowd. At one point, a parade of hundreds of people joined the crowd, playing drums and waving flags.



The people watching was the best. One lady seemed to be the focus of the only negative reaction I saw. One man, Hispanic looking, was harassing her and trying to get a rise out of the crowd. We saw him later with a few other guys talking and yelling once in a while "Heads on a stick" as if they trying to fit in. It was hilarious. I guess there was some fuss at one point near the stage but I missed that, darn it. We ate at the Old Spaghetti Factory for about an hour, so we missed it. There were two cute older gentleman, kind of dressed up in costume with signs on their back that said "Germans Against Arnold" and "Austrians Against Arnold."

Downtown Fullerton is a great place to walk, lots of cafes and restaurants, and little shops. There was even what I think was an old playhouse, The Fullerton Civic Light Opera. JuJuBeez and I wanted to go in and check it out, but it was closed by the time we left at 6.

So, remember, Recall, Repeal, Revolt~!

They Want to Tax What?!!

Charles Durning in the "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas."

HAHAHA. How hard up for money do you think they are? Creative writing, I mean law writing, is going at on our state legislatures. They are floating ideas that really should be on the Colbert show or Jon Stewart.

The New York Times had an article on Struggling States to Look at Unorthodox Taxes. One of our very own, California Assemblyman Tom Ammiano wants to tax pot. You know, the illegal stuff. He says, and I quote, "We're all jonesing for money, and there's this enormous industry out there." I don't know where to begin on the whole pathetic quote. Jonesing? Puhleeze. Does he have a stash somewhere? Rolling papers? Bong and hookah pipe in his top desk drawer? Enormous industry? I wonder how enormous it would be once it is legal? I am for legalizing pot but not because I look at it as a revenue source but because it is insane to put people in jail for smoking pot. Maybe this goes along with the snack tax and the alcohol tax and fast food tax. When you get the munchies, you can now pay double the tax.

Nevada wants to tax brothels "based on the amount of activities." BWAHAHAHA. Oh my god. I want to help write those new tax laws. How much for the missionary position? What if she just lies there like a dead fish? No tax at all? Maybe she owes him money? What if they employ, you know, toys? Lots of "activity" there, man.

Why, oh why, don't they ever stop spending money? Even the new budget from Obama has NEW spending, increased spending. Most people I know would be happy just to have the same amount of money to spend as they had the year before much less get more money.

My grandson turns one today. Perhaps another tea party is in the making when he finds out what we have obligated him to pay to pay off crooks and incompetents.

The Gov

Before I start my Saturday and get ready for family, I have one more post. Governor William J. Le Petomane was a hoot in Blazing Saddles. The Gov was the bomb. He was an honestly corrupt politician. Did you know Le Petomane was a real person? He was a French entertainer who apparently had remarkable control of his abdominal muscles and could....fart at will. The Fartiste as it were. It translates into the Fart Maniac. Mel Brooks is a gas.

I figure our good governator, Arnold, should have a jacket that says The Gov and I would rather he fart than pass (get it, pass?) new taxes.



Have a great Saturday~!

Freaky Friday

Another Freaky Friday. This is making Happy Hour more like the Horrid Hour. If we have a depression coming, does that means drinks will be even cheaper at Happy Hour? Brother, can you spare a dime?

The headline is: "Economy Shrinks at Worst Pace in 25 Years." The taxpayers get a bigger share of Citigroup. Wells Fargo, swell guys that they are, are suspending bonuses for top executives. It makes you wonder what makes a top executive. I am sure I could run a Fortune 500 company into the ground as well as any Top Bozo. Or this headline: "New Home Sales at Record Low." "Fannie Mae: $25.2 Billion Loss." "FDIC: Number of Problem Banks Increases Sharply in Q4."

I figure I am going to be like the starfish in "Finding Nemo" and find a happy place. You know, relax, take a deep breath. Maybe I should learn to speak whale.

IRS Sec. 401k(a)(31) or How the IRS Gave Me a Heart Attack

Monty Python-The Audit

I am so bad about getting my mail. I let it pile up down at the box for days and days and then it may marinade in my car for a few days before it makes it into the house where it will sit for a few days on the kitchen counter and then eventually I open it. Unless it's a check. I am not that stupid. Anyway, I finally got to the point of actually looking at the mail, throwing away the junk mail and the mail for the previous tenants, etc. (I have lived here almost 2 years now, you would think their mail would stop coming here.)

There were tax forms from my clients, tax forms from the banks for interest and dividends. (ha, ha). And there was a form 1099r for distribution from a retirement account. Uh, what? I rolled over the account, never took possession. What are you talking about....If it was true, I would be paying taxes and a penalty which would amount to many tens of thousands of dollars. I spent a few hours online trying to figure out where I had gone wrong, how to fix it, how much a large cardboard box would cost. I texted my son-in-law to ask him to have the financial guy I used to roll over my account to call me.

I so wanted to watch the Superbowl yesterday. Wanted those Steelers to kick butt. A friend was having a Superbowl party and I could have made it for half time but all I could think of was the how on earth I would pay the IRS. I would have been a party pooper, so I stayed home.

Now, do you remember my story about my daughter and her car being vandalized and how there had to be a pony in the pile of crap? Well, this story has a happy ending, too. If I had actually bothered to read each box of the 1099r, I would have seen that box 2(a) had taxable income of 0! I don't know about you, but when I see crappy lawyer like chicken scratch like the title of this post, my brain goes into Walter Mitty mode. I start daydreaming, start thinking about other things I would rather do. So, the guy calls me this morning and tells me to stop panicking and that it was not the end of the world as I knew it.

Can you imagine? I got good news on a Monday and about the IRS no less. Now, let me see, I have to file 1099-MISC for my subcontractors, find all my receipts, fill out Schedule C and the self-employment tax form, and then file an extension when my head pops....

Do you think Arnold would take an IOU?