Monday, November 26, 2012

Taxed Enough Already

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this: 
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.

The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20." Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?' They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got $10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!"
"That's true!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat better.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Reality of Me


People often say I talk to much
They say that they ‘don’t care’
There's hardly topics I don’t touch
Me not talking is something rare

Theres been a time in my life where lips went silently
Then I saw just what happens when we speak too little
Our freedoms come under fire, and we forget our liberty
So say some more and say it loud, don’t be so stinking brittle

People often say I cling to the bible and hold too tight to God
But that’s just fine because I know that I can’t do it all
Theres hardly places that I go where with me He wont trod
Hes there to help me up in case along the way I fall

Theres been a time in my life where I spoke too loud
I said some things I didn’t mean when I was awful mad
I hang my head for Ive said words that haven’t made me proud
So watch your tongue and say a prayer before saying something bad

I often say people should learn about who you are first
Learn from me and teach me too, and then make your decision
Often times they think they do, and judge us at our worst
And when they say those nasty things, they say it without revision

Don’t write my biography for me, for it is filled with fiction
I wont write yours or pretend to know about things that I’ve not learned
For awful times lie ahead for such premature conviction
And just before you know it, another bridge has burned

Don’t play me for a fool, for in this gamble I’m all in
Ive placed a bet myself, and the deck is surely stacked
So whilst you think you’re on top, just know that I will win
And then you learn to find out first what is and isn’t fact

I often think that its not fair when people take their time
To let you learn about their hearts and learn who they really are
Yet all the while they say they know who you are through such a rhyme
But no time they take to sum you up and they turn out much too far

So judge me not and Ill do the same, lets start from this clean slate
We’ll shed our shame and renew our name, leave behind the senseless hate
Life is forward not in rear, so trust the Lord and have no fear
So you be paper, Ill be pen; Together we’ll write our stories again