开飞机撞国税局大楼的乔-第4章

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By　this　time；　I’m　thinking　that　it　might　be　good　for　a　change。　Bye　to　California；　I’ll　try　Austin　for　a　while。　So　I　moved；　only　to　find　out　that　this　is　a　place　with　a　highly　inflated　sense　of　self…importance　and　where　damn　little　real　engineering　work　is　done。　I’ve　never　experienced　such　a　hard　time　finding　work。　The　rates　are　1/3　of　what　I　was　earning　before　the　crash；　because　pay　rates　here　are　fixed　by　the　three　or　four　large　panies　in　the　area　who　are　in　collusion　to　drive　down　prices　and　wages…　and　this　happens　because　the　justice　department　is　all　on　the　take　and　doesn’t　give　a　fuck　about　serving　anyone　or　anything　but　themselves　and　their　rich　buddies。

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　ine。　I　filed　no　return　that　year　thinking　that　because　I　didn’t　have　any　ine　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　e　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　ine；　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　ine；　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　bee　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　e　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　oute　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　munist　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