Rebelling against authority
I’ve never been one to rebel against authority of any kind really. I talk it, but I hardly ever walk it. All bark, no bite. When I was younger, in my junior high and high school days, really I was to terrified of my parents to do anything wrong. Not that they beat me or anything, they were/are great parents - I have just always been one to play between the lines.
So in my meager attempt to rebel against authority, I bring your attention to the Assessment List for 2005.
If you own a house or car or anything, I assume you know what this is. At least in our county we are required to fill it out with whatever we own for the first of the year. This includes cars, boats, tractors, airplanes, snowmobiles, etc. It’s due back by March 1st “to avoid penalties.” Then, using that, the county turns around and taxes your butt off for whatever’s on that list.
Steve’s been on me to get it filled out and sent off so I finally went for it tonight only to find out that the envelope they included with it is not postage paid.
Heh. And you thought I was going to talk about tax fraud. :-D A little later.
This highly annoys me. They want to tax me so that I have to pay money and they can’t spring for a measly stamp? The least they could do is provide that stamp in appreciation for the taxes we pay, including taxes for the school that we don’t use and probably never will.
As far as tax fraud goes… maybe if I was a farmer. On the back of this thing I notice a field that asks for “grain & crops” - they want to know how many bushels you have stored, what type, and what’s the value.
Uh, hello?
If I was a farmer and I bought seeds to plant and I already paid sales tax on those seeds and if I were planning to sell the food grown then I would have to pay sales tax again… do you think I’d really tell you how much I have stored? C’mon. That’s so not right. Taxing a man for food he has grown himself. Where do they get off doing that? Don’t even get me started on how they also tax on cattle, buffalo, mares, mules, sheep, emus, pigs, goats, and even ostriches. Nazis.
Seeing that was the last straw.
In my meager attempt to rebel against The Man, I am putting this thing in the mail with no return address and no stamp.
Pay your own dang postage, you city you.
