See I believe in money, power, and respect.
First you get the money.
Then you get the muthafuckin, power.
After you get the fuckin’ power muthafuckas will respect you.
-The Lox
I hate thinking about money. The idea, the philosophy that says someone can put a numerical value on my time, my effort, my assistance in an endeavor is a façade. It’s a complete and totally disregard for the worth of an individual. Who are you to say that an hour of my time is only worth X number of dollars? I know it to be worth Twice that. It’s my time isn’t it? When someone comes to fix a leaky faucet—who determines the price? You or the guy doing the work? The guy doing the work. Because he knows how much his time is worth. The country should revolt. Every single person should refuse to be given as little as possible to keep their jobs. Even if you’re making more than minimum wage—did you set that wage? Stop allowing yourselves to be exploited.
It’s near that time of year that truly makes me hate money. I got my W-2 in the mail, my 1099 for working like a slave, and I have to go down to see if Uncle Sam can bend me over anymore. It’s pathetic. How much more do you need from me? I understand—I do—that we need taxes to keep this country running but there is a time to tax like hell—when the country is booming and things are going well—and a time not to. Like now, say, because a tenth of the country is without jobs. Let’s try this instead. All the people who have big fat salaries paid from taxpayers… let’s trim those instead. Give Washington’s players the same salaries as teachers. Both are government employees. Let the Congressman or woman get that 1500.00 paycheck at the end of a working month. Let them drive a used vehicle instead of a new Cadillac every two years. Let them pay their own insurance and Social Security out of their own paychecks and watch their money get stripped away bit by bit. Attitudes will be adjusted.
As for the taxes: I want to see an itemized list as to where it goes. Send it out to every taxpayer in America. I don’t care how many trees it takes. Borrow some of the paper the Kohl’s uses for its weekly flyers. Damn it all—if I’m being robbed for the greater good then fine…that’s the way it goes. But if my money is simply being used to further someone’s pathetic political lifestyle? Gimme that. I vote, I pay taxes, I’m honest. My money. I’m paying the salaries of these bastards. Let me know what they’re doing with my money.
- Money—Sure, you certainly have that. If we don’t cough it up—everyone – single mom, old grandmother, broke college kid working his or her very tired ass thru school—then we get arrested and put in jail. We won’t even start on what you’ve done and not gone to jail. But take our money.
- Power—It assumedly comes with the position that you so expertly exploit. But with great power comes great responsibility—so sayeth Spiderman. Use it to better the nation—not your own leach-like existence.
- Respect—Not given. Earned. The same way we earn our money. So get to earning both my respect and my money.
I hate taxes.
