We know that if we give a junkie a dose of heroin she’s going to use it and come back asking for more.
We know that if we send government our tax dollars they’re going to spend them and come back asking for more.
We call the junkie a law breaker. We call the politician a law maker. That’s about the only difference between them.
If we apprehend the junkie, we the taxpayers pay for her support either in a rehab facility or a prison. We the taxpayers who elect the politicians pay their support through our tax dollars to ensure they have ready access to what little they leave us in our pockets.
My friends used to laugh at my view of owning a car. I summed it up one day on returning from a repair shop where I had some mechanical work done. As I put it, “Owning a car is like having a vacuum cleaner permanently attached to and sucking at the contents of your wallet.”
That’s a lot like the way government operates.
Many years ago my father was audited by the IRS. For three years in a row. The focus of their pogrom was on determining whether the business deductions he took were legitimate. The result of these audits were three “No Change” determinations by that esteemed agency. In other words, dad had documentation for every penny that he claimed and those deductions met the definitions of the Internal Revenue Code.
Nevertheless, it’s always stressful when you are accused of something and are assumed to be guilty until you prove your innocence – which is the approach that the IRS takes with us taxpayers. So dad dreaded these encounters passionately. I think that was mostly because he was an honest man and the implication that he was otherwise challenged his sense of decency.
At dinner one night, I believe it was at the conclusion of the second audit, my father told us that he had said to the auditor, “Wouldn’t it just be easier if you took everything I made and then just refunded what you think my family and I are entitled to live on?” Little did he know that would be the direction this country would turn a half century later.
As we are now little more than three weeks from the much touted precipice of the “fiscal cliff,” who is in charge of making rational decisions to repair the folly we have already wrought? It should not surprise you that it is the very people who have brought us here in the first place.
Our players consist of the Ashen Vizier and the 535 Mental Midgets – a cartoon cast that would be the envy of both Walt Disney and Cecil B. DeMille. (My apologies to the twenty or so responsible people in Congress who have a pulse, a brain, common sense, and the moral courage both to understand and to tell the truth).
So here’s where we are. Stuck over defining who’s “rich” and who should pay more of their “fair share.” As though that matters any more than renaming a school in honor of Horace Mann will provide the students inside with a better quality education.
The facts are (and amazingly both sides agree on this) that if we follow the Ashen Vizier’s plan and start taxing the “rich” more, we will raise less than three percent of the money we need to balance our budget. In other words, this “plan” leaves ninety-seven percent of our problem unresolved.
Since it’s hard for any of us to contemplate something that has burgeoned into the size of our deficits with all those zeroes, let’s look at this from a standpoint which we all can understand because we all have to deal with it. A family and its budget.
You and your spouse have been wasteful and indulgent of the kids. You’ve let your finances get out of control – but you’ve finally decided it’s time to deal with reality and get yourself back on the right path. (Those annoying phone calls from creditors might have given your decision some impetus).
So you go down to Ashen Vizier & Associates credit counseling service. You’ve seen their ads on television (a lot) and they promise that they have the solution to your financial woes.
The nice receptionist asks you to fill out a profile of your monthly income and expenses and then you are brought in for an audience with the Vizier himself. He is a very self-assured and impressive sounding chap.
After he reviews your situation, he astutely points out that you are spending one thousand dollars a month more than you are taking home. You and your spouse, in awe at this wisdom, nod your heads in agreement. Okay. The Vizier has identified your problem. That’s a great start. But, you ask him, “What do we do about it?”
As he stands up from behind his desk and completes the putt he was working on when you came into his office, he says, “No problema.” He turns to the reference library which is on the wall behind him, filled with hundreds of the largest books you have ever seen. He immediately pulls one down from the shelf and turns expertly to the middle of this tome where he finds the solution to your difficulty.
On page 462, Paragraph 7 he shows you a program which the Federal Government has developed just for people who are like you. All you need to do is complete the paperwork and every month thereafter you will begin receiving a special allotment of thirty dollars. It’s the program called “A Little Something Extra For The People Who Are A Little Short Each Month Entitlement.”
it is with some trepidation that you point out that will still leave you nine hundred seventy dollars a month deeper in debt. But the Vizier grins broadly at you and says, “Don’t worry – that will take care of itself.”
Armed with this wisdom (and the promise of an extra thirty dollars a month) you and your spouse leave the office in an upbeat mood. You decide to go to a movie, buy some popcorn and a few sodas and spend the thirty dollars you will soon be getting plus a little more. Like your old hero, Alfred E. Neuman and your newly found one, the Vizier you are comforted with their life-guiding principle, “What, me worry?”
Somewhere I have quite a few copies of “Mad Magazine” stored away. I think I know where they are. Talking about all this financial stuff always makes me a little dizzy.
If I can find them, maybe I’ll curl up with a couple and drift off to sleep. As I think about it, they are nearly forty years old and may be worth something. Which is more than I can say for the Ashen Vizier and the 535 Mental Midgets.