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February 19, 2010
By: Sorcha Faal, and as reported to her Western Subscribers
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His name, Joe Stack [photo 2nd left], is as American as mom and apple pie, but his mission yesterday, when he crashed his plane into the Echelon Federal Building in Austin, Texas, was to strike a blow for freedom for his fellow citizens, who unlike him had forgotten that death really holds no fear for those fighting tyrants.
And in his supreme act of defiance when faced with seemingly overwhelming odds, Joe Stack joined a long line of nearly forgotten American hero’s who like him had never forgotten what true freedom was, and the price that had to be paid for keeping it.
One spring afternoon in April, 1689, as the American Colonies boiled with rumors that King James II was about to strip them of their liberties, the kings’ hand-picked governor of New England, Sir Edmund Andros, marched his troops menacingly through Boston. His purpose was to crush any thought of colonial self-rule.
To everyone present that spring day, the future looked grim.
But just at that moment, seemingly from nowhere, there appeared on the streets “the figure of an ancient man” with “the eye, the face, the attitude of command.” His manner “combining the leader and the saint,” the old man planted himself directly in the path of the approaching British soldiers and demanded that they stop.
“The solemn, yet warlike peal of that voice, fit either to rule a host in the battlefield or be raised to God in prayer, were irresistible. At the old man’s word and outstretched arm, the roll of the drum was hushed at once, and the advancing line stood still.”
Inspired by this single act of defiance, the people of
“Who was this Gray Champion?” Nathaniel Hawthorne
asked near the end of this story in his “Twice-Told Tales”. No
one knew, except that he had once been among the fire-hearted young Puritans
who had first settled
Would the Gray Champion ever return? “I have heard,” added
Posterity had to wait a while before seeing him again-the length of another
long human life, in fact. “When eighty years had passed,” wrote
“When our fathers were toiling at the breastwork on Bunker’s Hill,”
“Long, long may it be ere he comes again!”: Hawthorne prophesied. “His hour
is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril.
But should domestic tyranny oppress us, or the invaders’ step pollute
our soil, still may the Gray Champion come.” Although
Had the young author counted eight or nine decades forward from Bunker Hill,
or had he envisioned the old age of the young zealots (like Joseph Smith, Nat Tuner, and William Lloyd
Garrison) who had recently convulsed
Seared young by God,
Were
Yesterday Joe Stack began
And in Joe Stack’s final words given to his fellow citizens, the indictment against the tyrants seeking to destroy America has now been put forth-to ridicule by the elites-but for greater understanding for those like this Gray Champion who gave his life so that others may arise and defend their freedoms before all is lost…
“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.
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
re-evaluation 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
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, 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 ( [link to
www.synergistech.com] 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
( [link to www.synergistech.com]
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 that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I
was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the
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
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
By
this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to
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 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 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”
[1] The Forth Turning; An
American Prophecy: William Strauss and Neil Howe: Broadway Books,
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