Posted on 07/26/2012 9:21:14 AM PDT by Greg Swann
Who is (was) he? I’ve never seen him until this rather odd thread..
Very well said, and I learned something new from it too.. I had never even heard of an ‘Impact Tax’ before... makes me sick :/
This alone would push many small businesses to outsource. We need to destroy the Fed Taxes and remake it into something reasonable for everyone (that works, anyway).
If you look at his posting history, you’ll find that even though he was from 1998, the first page of posts goes back to 2002. Apparently he was some sort of sleeper.
Why he decided to flame out at this point, who knows?
Being an insufferable jerk was a good start, and insulting Jim and the military was the big finale.
Good on ya for posting the ZoT pics for him ;) He didn’t even register as worthy of scraping dog poo off my shoe :p
;)
My father, in the mid-1960s (just before I was born) decided he was going to open his own auto repair shop. So he bought a bit of land at the south end of our hometown, built a three-bay garage, and opened his business. It did, so he always told me, reasonably well. Two years later, the Commonwealth of Virginia swept in, announced that they were building a highway bypass on that land, gave him fifteen cents on the dollar, and took it by eminent domain. They tore down his building, ripped up the land, and today, if you drive US 29 by the little town of Amherst, Virginia, you drive right over his old property. (The shop was in what is now the median of the four-lane, he always said.)
So he bought some more land, fronting on another road a couple miles outside of town, and he built it again. And he worked at it, dear God did he work at it. He didn’t have sewer, there was no sewer out there, he had his own well and septic field (paid for from his own pocket). He paid for the driveway to the highway. He put his own improvements in (paved the parking lot, etc.). He paid the utilities and taxes and pay and insurance and mandatory unemployment for two or three mechanics to help in the four-bay garage. He bought tens of thousands of dollars of equipment, tools and diagnostic machines and pipe-benders for exhausts, radiator vats and headlight aimers and air compressors.
And he prospered, if you could call working six days and fifty-five hours a week, fifty-one weeks a year, through heat and cold and boom and bust, prospering. His reputation meant more to him than money, and he had a good reputation around town. There was never a lack of business. We weren’t rich, but we had enough to get by. Long hours standing on concrete or in a pit straining looking up at a car ruined his back and wrecked his knees. He worked his ass off. He rode my brother, who worked there, harder than anybody.
And what did government do for him? They took his profits as tax money. They hounded him about whether the toilet seats in the bathroom had split fronts or not (not that a bureaucrat has enough down there to get anything caught in a toilet seat anyway). They badgered him constantly with forms and regulations. The Virginia State Police flat-out accused him of felony theft when one book of state car inspection stickers went missing and refused to listen to reason about it. The government told him he made too much money when he asked about grants to send me to college, and at the end of his life, after two years in World War II and fifty years of paying taxes, when he was in a nursing home, the benevolent all-caring government told my mother that she would have to sell the business and two houses (hers and the one my brother rented) before they’d even think about assisting with his care.
The government never did a damned thing for him. “To” him, yes. “For” him? Never.
You didn’t build that, President Obama. My father did. He built a business that’s still going today, outliving him by 16 years with my brother still running it. He built a business that’s been fixing people’s cars at a fair price for over 45 years. He’s provided jobs, done volunteer work, paid in thousands upon thousands of dollars of taxes. THAT is America, President Obama. Not you. THAT is America.
The only thing you build, President Obama, is dependency, despondency, and apathy. You don’t build. You and your ilk DESTROY.
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