This is Peppe’ Jean Paul Fu le fa fa
He is some famous French guy who decided that he didn’t want to pay his extra taxes for being rich enough to wipe his lily white bohunkus with cashmere lotus flowers imported from Baghdad. So, he picked up, moved to Russia, and bought a Ukranian T-shirt to prove his loyalty to his new homeland.
“Look at me, uh huh huh,” he says in his snooty french accent “I am so smart,” he says. I guess someone else very important thought he was smart to because he got his picture on the cover of the Wall Street Journal yesterday.
I used to have a shirt just like that. i bought it for two bucks at the Goodwills and all I got was laughed at. In fact, I was scorned and put to shame, but that’s beside the point. This French jigalow bought his culturally aware garment to spit in the face of a country that wanted to take his money away because big governments don’t think that common people are capable and intelligent enough to spend their own money wisely. So they take money away from people to build their rocket ships that go to the moon. Then they give a handful of change to the poor and call themselves devout and holy.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not an anarchist and I absolutely love paying taxes. Heck, I wish I could pay taxes all the day long. Especially when I wash out Ziploc bags and scrape the lichens off the sidewalk just so that I can have enough money to invest in something that will give me a little extra income every month and the government wants to tax me on that too. I get to pay a fee every single year on the houses that I bought years ago. Some people call it property tax, I call it responsibility tax. The government charges you extra for trying to become independent from them.
I personally feel that if I have to give someone all my hard earned wages from January, February, March, and April, then I should get a chance to speak out and make decisions on what that money should be spent on. With all that money that gets sent in to the tax man, we should be able to build a modern day utopia of harmony. This should be the proverbial land of milk and freaking honey.
But nobody wants to hear what I’ve got to say, they all seem to think that the authorities and the powers that be know exactly what they are doing. Everyone just goes along, because they must know what they’re doing if they’re smart enough to muttle their way into public office.
They say that this money that’s paid in taxes is just going for the greater good of mankind, for roads and protection and all that jazz, but I beg to differ. That money just goes to feed the beast that is devouring humanity. And nobody sees this but me.