Man sets house on fire, steals small plane, then crashes it into office building

[Great Rumbler]

http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/02/18/texas.plane.crash/index.html?hpt=T1

I heard a few minutes ago that one person in the office building is still unaccounted for. Crazy stuff, man.

[duckman2000]

Didn't someone try this before, right after 9/11? And the plane sort of just bounced off the building or something?

[T234]

MUPS, NO

[tehjaybo]

LIKE A BOSS

[Phoenix Dark]

Is he dead?

[Great Rumbler]

They haven't come out and said either way, but he'd have to be the luckiest guy alive to survive something like that.

[Ganhyun]

ImperialConquest got himself banned in the GAF thread on this.

GAF posted his manifesto. Serious stuff.

[Great Rumbler]

So is it confirmed that this guy was some anti-government nut?

He had some creepy manifesto posted on the internet, so I'd say it's fairly likely.

The guy was confirmed dead an hour or two ago, by the way.

[Tauntaun]

LIKE A BOSS

 

[Dickie Dee]

Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?”
The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The
writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the
looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really
broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I
would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless…
especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the
storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but
desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy.
Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in
return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are
further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be
ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers.
Remember? One of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent the
total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood.
These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a
“crackpot”, traitor and worse.
While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as
can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that there has never been
a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor,
for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and
in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy
train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of
the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours?
Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug
and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and
stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see
this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political
“representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have
endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health
care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the
way of their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of
our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by
far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it
mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully
complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on
the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they
are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian
regime, nothing is.
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s.
Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up
the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some
friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and
discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions”
that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We
carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax
lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing
(except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about
our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all
visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed reevaluation
of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a
mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that
there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of
us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the
inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my
retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country
with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not
only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that
they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they continue
to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps
happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what
justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through
engineering school and still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to
take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat
to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my
father. I realized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of
college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment
in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed
ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her
husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises
from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a
pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the
thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt
union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their
retirement. All she had was social security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and
bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got
to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I,
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I,
after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one
point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations,
when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be “healthier”
eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter
and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I
didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my
own future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’
contract software engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight
effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later
brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator
(Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the
treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a
conference committee report
(http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding the
intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as
amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their
clients, read our discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at
the end thereof the following new subsection:
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who
pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides
services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer
programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar
line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to
remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.
Note:
· "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
· "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.
· "individual", "employee", or "worker" is you.
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not
very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in
the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would
have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years
later, I still can’t believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of
my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug
that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time.
I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the
disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this
atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles
from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration
of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was
loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could
get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t
going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately
proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on
my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense,
I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the
early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force
bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result
was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L
fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the
young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses
abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to “shore
up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some
momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some
speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all
aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’
facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my
customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government
came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me to
rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After
these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try
Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated
sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve
never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was
earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large
companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this
happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a fuck about
serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was
a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of
income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there
was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t
notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to
file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the
business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I
am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an
expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After
considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional
help; a very big mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had
taken all of the years information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very
similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of
Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all
along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the
audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and
not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no
relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly
documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue
would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how
there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they
realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60
years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just
steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover
their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to
die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone
agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his
cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally
true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is
in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of
hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a
myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited
to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and
there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the
count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at
“big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all
around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just
had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored
that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only
hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk
government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up
and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM
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and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they
are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not
only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of
shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this
awareness against, fools like me all along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over
and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop
this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound
of flesh and sleep well.
The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to
his need.
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to
his greed.
Joe Stack (1956-2010)
02/18/2010

[Mupepe]

I was going to read that all but fuck it's long. 

[tehjaybo]

Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?”
The simple truth is that it is complicated and

OH GOD NO, BLOODWAKE SAY IT AINT SO.

[Madrun Badrun]

 

[Tauntaun]

Viral marketing for The Crazies? 

[Phoenix Dark]

Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?”
The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The
writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the
looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really
broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I
would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless…
especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the
storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but
desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy.
Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in
return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are
further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be
ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers.
Remember? One of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent the
total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood.
These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a
“crackpot”, traitor and worse.
While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as
can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that there has never been
a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor,
for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and
in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy
train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of
the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours?
Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug
and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and
stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see
this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political
“representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have
endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health
care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the
way of their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of
our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by
far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it
mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully
complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on
the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they
are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian
regime, nothing is.
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s.
Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up
the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some
friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and
discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions”
that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We
carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax
lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing
(except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about
our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all
visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed reevaluation
of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a
mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that
there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of
us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the
inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my
retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country
with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not
only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that
they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they continue
to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps
happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what
justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through
engineering school and still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to
take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat
to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my
father. I realized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of
college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment
in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed
ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her
husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises
from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a
pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the
thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt
union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their
retirement. All she had was social security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and
bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got
to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I,
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I,
after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one
point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations,
when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be “healthier”
eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter
and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I
didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my
own future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’
contract software engineer... and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight
effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later
brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator
(Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the
treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a
conference committee report
(http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding the
intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as
amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their
clients, read our discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at
the end thereof the following new subsection:
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who
pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides
services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer
programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar
line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall apply to
remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.
Note:
· "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
· "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.
· "individual", "employee", or "worker" is you.
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not
very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in
the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would
have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years
later, I still can’t believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of
my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug
Well Mr. Big Brother IRS man... take my pound of flesh and sleep well. 2/18/10 2:53 PM

my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug
that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time.
I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the
disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this
atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles
from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration
of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was
loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could
get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t
going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately
proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on
my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense,
I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the
early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force
bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result
was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L
fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the
young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses
abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to “shore
up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some
momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some
speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all
aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’
facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my
customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government
came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me to
rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After
these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try
Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated
sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve
never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was
earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large
companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this
happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a fuck about
serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was
a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of
income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there
was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t
notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest
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filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to
file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the
business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I
am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an
expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After
considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional
help; a very big mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had
taken all of the years information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very
similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of
Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all
along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the
audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and
not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no
relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly
documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue
would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how
there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they
realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60
years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just
steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover
their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to
die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone
agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his
cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally
true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is
in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of
hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a
myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited
to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and
there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the
count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at
“big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all
around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just
had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored
that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only
hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk
government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up
and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they
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and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they
are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not
only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of
shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this
awareness against, fools like me all along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over
and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop
this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound
of flesh and sleep well.
The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to
his need.
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to
his greed.
Joe Stack (1956-2010)
02/18/2010

almost as long as an Atlas Shrugged monologue

[Mupepe]

And not half as insane!

[Joe Molotov]

"Mr. Big Brother IRS Man" should be the final boss in the Atlas Shrugged videogame adaption from EA.

[brawndolicious]

"Mr. Big Brother IRS Man" should be the final boss in the Atlas Shrugged videogame adaption from EA.

Then you'd probably have to pre-order it to really understand capitalism.

[WrikaWrek]

Nobody fucks with this guy, not even life.

[Van Cruncheon]

JAYDUBYA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[lordmaji]

Demi lost it again...

[Van Cruncheon]

but he's also a tea partier!

WHAT TO THINK

[Phoenix Dark]

cognitive dissonance among tea partiers?

 

[Eric P]

i can't process this without a narrative and the internet isn't helping

anyone got anything yet?

[Van Cruncheon]

well, i know trig palin is a re-re

[drew]

LIKE A BOSS

you got your #evilbore in my evilbore

[brawndolicious]

JAYDUBYA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You know me, I like to quote Marx and whine about a lack of government healthcare
Sorry, this guy's one of yours.

He was also anti-government/IRS/bailout/union.

And he wasn't wearing a turban.

He was one of yours.

[Raban]

LIKE A BOSS

[Powerslave]

Tardfuck

[brawndolicious]

JAYDUBYA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You know me, I like to quote Marx and whine about a lack of government healthcare
Sorry, this guy's one of yours.

He was also anti-government/IRS/bailout/union.
And he wasn't wearing a turban.
He was one of yours.

Tardfuck, he was espousing being anti-THIS government because capitalism is teh evil and they don't provide people with healthcare.  That's not my schtick, that's not remotely the so-called Tea Party schtick either.
Not like it really matters what team the crazy man batted for, since he chiefly batted for team crazy, but if people are going to start suggesting that it does matter whilst they blame the rightists, it might be helpful to note that the man was a leftist.

negro please, his manifesto points out that he was angry about decades of "corruption" wrt government policies, the IRS, and unions.  most of it made little no sense but the main message was that he didn't like government in general.

[Van Cruncheon]

the last word, really: http://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2010/02/the_rage_of_the_average_joe.html

[Olivia Wilde Homo]

I The Last Psychiatrist.  I read his site on the regular.

[Powerslave]

I The Last Psychiatrist.  I read his site on the regular.

uhuh, uhuh, that certainly earned you a few points in drinky's book 

[Eel O'Brian]

is this going to affect my rebate