Suicide Note Posted by Man Linked to Austin IRS Plane Crash

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Suicide Note Posted by Man Linked to Austin IRS Plane Crash

"Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man; take my pound of flesh and sleep well"

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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 Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.  My neighbor was an elderly retired woman
(80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a
retired
steel worker.  Her husband had worked
all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises
from big
business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a
pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement.  Instead he was one of the thousands who got
nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not
to
mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their
retirement.  All she had was social
security to live on.

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

(http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport)
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
(http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).

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 L.A. freeways
driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional
groups who
were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. 
This, only to discover that our efforts were
being easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just
beginning
to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their "freedom".  Oh, and don't forget, for all of the time I
was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn't bill clients.

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 L.A.
depression of the early
1990s.  Our leaders decided that they
didn't need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern
California, so they were closed; just like that.  The
result was economic devastation in the region that rivaled
the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. 
However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit
about all
of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of
boarded up
houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government
funds to
"shore up" their windfall.  Again, I
lost my retirement.

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 San Francisco were on security alert for
months.  This made access to my
customers prohibitively expensive. 
Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the
aid of
the airlines with billions of our tax dollars ... as usual they left me to
rot
and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY
MONEY!  After these events, there went
my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.

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
companies 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
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

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