Tax season

Looking at the amount on my W-2 reminds me of why I get out of bed in the morning. It's for a whole lot of things of course. Just think of the usual stuff like money and women. And than include your security cost to the government. Yes my tax dollars are going to keeping me relatively safe. At least that's what I tell myself.

Taxes are supposed to be how the government makes it's money for the services it provides to it's citizens. It's not a personal bank to the elite few. It's not a means to get people out of their homes to protect a small group of people. It's a system designed to provide protection and benefit to a large group of people with different backgrounds.

At least thats how its supposed to be.

Most tax systems in successful countries follow the above model. Failed states do not.

Being in the United States of America and paying taxes annually is something I've done since I started working. I have little complaint about paying into the tax system see as I get many benefits out of it. I don't have to deal with roving bands of marauders coming to my home and demanding tribute. Things of that nature are why armies get paid. They keep the scum away so I can live my life as I see fit.

Taxes are not a funny thing. Their actually quite blunt when you think about it. Pay or suffer the consequences of what can happen when no one will come to your aid when you need help. Sure there's more to taxes than just safety. And yes, those with more money should pay more taxes. But no one should slide through and not pay. Illegal immigrants than make using your armies or police in a more introverted manner. No longer looking for external threats now their operating inward. Those who pay for the protection will be protected, illegals should be arrested and deported. They don't pay, they have no right to be here, so they should go.

The amount that I pay in taxes will only increase, but the benefits will decrease if they remain. Therefore for my safety they need to be removed from the United States. 

Now you get to...?

If you look at the calendar for 2012A.D. the Gregorian one you'll notice something odd/unique. The first of the month comes on a Sunday three times this year. First in January, than April, and finally July. Is this important, nope. But it is unique maybe, but how so. For me its more odd than anything else just because of spacing. Its three months than Sunday number 1 again. I'm sure its happened before in my lifetime. It's not that I don't remember, more like I didn't care.

Memories are funny that way. I'm sure someone can remember last it happened. I though didn't care enough to notice therefore not remember. Even bothering to look it up doesn't matter to me. I remember certain things and ignore others like anyone else because it's useful. What use is remembering every single little detail if your only going to get use out of 15% of  what goes to your memory. I say remember it all anyway.

Not to use it later but to let it have a place to be. I mean if you experience it and remember it, don't forget it. It can find its own use for you when you least expect it. There's a calm that you get from having some memories that make themselves available to you in moments of stress. They come in unannounced but act as reminders about whats important. Not always the kind of memories you'd want share with others but that's fine.

There's not much point to this I know. It's just an observation I've made. I'll be watching what happens but the newest memories will fresh for however long they are needed. Than we'll file them away until their needed. After that what we do with them is as needed. At that point what we get to do with them to make them lasting memories, well that can be unforgettable.

New Year, again

It's January, I'm not gonna be super excited for a fresh start or any of that stuff. I want money that's what I want. Not to collect it, not to swim through it like Scrooge McDuck. I want money to get things. Like my own apartment, my own car, new clothes, new electronics. I want money so I can not have to worry about being late for work. I don't a little bit of money, I want a lot of it. More than I'll ever spend in 150 years. Why, why do I want this, because that's not you need to not just survive but to thrive in this society.

It's the way this society works. The more money you have to more rules you can make, or break. I look at this society and see that even with it's religious zeal it's still just based on wanting. Wanting to be saved, wanting to go places, wanting something. The number of people who play lotto is disturbing. The amount of waste spent on wanting is absurd. Yet what other options are there?

These things must change. The way to do so will be painful and damn near horrifying. The outcome though is worth it. The ends will justify the means. It's not the nicest way to go but it is the most effective. Being the best means sacrificing more than the rest. All of this is extreme. I do better than extreme. I got things in mind so lets let the nonsense finish playing itself out. I've got standards to raise and uphold. Funtimes had by the few.