Attendees and sellers at a weekend gun show got a visit from the tax man that some said was unusual, unexpected and unwanted. [More]Not to mention intentionally chilling. Guess if you can't get 'em one way, you get 'em another.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.[Via Paul L]
6 comments:
Send more tax collectors. The last ones were delicious.
Awww. You've been reading me. LOL
+1 for the quote from The Declaration.
Someone heat up the Tar. I'm gonna go pluck some chickens!
This isn't anything new, or related to gun shows...
I had an aunt who did arts and crafts things, and more than once she was visited by minions of the state asking questions and asking to see some tax ID's.
(Even more surprising was that in one of those conventions, they had a laptop (this was LONG before wifi and the Internet), and were signing people up for their business tax certs if they didn't have them. Quite brilliant, really. Far more foresight than I would expect from a minion of the state.)
Hi, Kent. Good essay, good thought-experiment.
They tax our FOOD, sometimes our medicine, our caskets, even.
In mandatory evacuations as hurricanes make landfall, they KEEP THE TOLLBOOTHS OPERATING, backing fleeing traffic up for tens of miles, to get those quarters.
It would be a way for them to "give back."
And for us to expand on the premise that when they come to take out guns, we will take theirs.
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