How I hate to write a check to the IRS. It's not that I want to keep it for myself. It's what that money buys that disgusts me, shames me.
If that check for $644 that I wrote this morning went to feed starving children or support starving artists or improve our national parks or clean our waterways or truly educate our country's future, then I'd happily send it off. But upwards of 70 percent of our tax dollars are in one way or another spent on killing, maiming, and causing horrible suffering.
First, figure how huge a portion of the budget goes to so-called defense (better known as killing). Add to that the debt incurred by defense spending and all the myriad costs associated with all our wars over the years (and that includes veterans' benefits and military pay and pensions). The chart shown here only accounts for these components of the total mix. Then think of the torturing done by the CIA and other spy organizations. And the government spooky business handled by any number of federal agencies, including the DOE (Department of Energy) and FEMA (the Federal Emergency Management Agency).
Of course, some of that $644 goes to things I would support, but most of it doesn't. Let's say, conservatively speaking, $400 of that goes to evil. That's $400 I would much rather donate to a charity than give to the IRS to allow the government to conduct its sinister business.
Every time I write a check to the IRS I feel dirty and ashamed, knowing I am one of a few hundred million conspirators, guilty of mass murder, torture, kidnapping, unjust imprisonment, untold suffering in so many lands throughout the world. I am guilty just as each one of you reading this is guilty.
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Friday, April 02, 2010
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