Anyone else thinks that sounds hopelessly optimistic?
I've also been fine with the Jackson Hewitt online tax thing, which I believe was $25 total for both state and federal.
Taxes having third party companies being just about the only way to file electronically would be like if you could only vote at selected partner businesses like Walmart or Target and you had to pay to vote for state level candidates unless you went through a process that took twice as long and involved leaving the store and going somewhere else to do it all over again.
Are you suggesting you don't think the current way taxpayers interact with the IRS is very functional, or you'd like to actually get rid of having any agency responsible for federal tax collection?
- Estimate how much you'll owe and pay ahead of time. Go under, you'll pay bigtime. Go over, well, we'll give it back (eventually, and without interest unless we're 45 days late).
- Figure out how much you think you owe (could be wrong). Have a question? Someone will answer it after forty-five minutes on the phone. However, the IRS can misinform you and if you act on that, you are liable to pay a lot of money in penalties. Figure wrong? They'll tell you so eventually (they check how much you owe too but can't be bothered to do so ahead of time) and charge you a lot of money.
- Your work will automatically withhold FICA money from your paycheck. They do this so you are deceived about how much tax you actually pay and because, well, they can.
- If you didn't maintain perfect records and they decide to hassle you they can take just about anything. When this happens, you will hire an attorney, who will always be a former IRS employee. He and another IRS employee will go into a room and discuss. They will emerge with a number. You will shut up and pay it, or you will lose your shirt.
I'm not sure Kafka could construct a better system if he tried. Are you suggesting the current system of taxation is remotely acceptable? Are you suggesting we cannot stop digging once in a hole of administrative hell until sixteen subcommittees have authorized a plan to stop and to start climbing?
This is the same rationale I hear from the people who are saying "Abolish ICE" - someone must enforce the rules, if we dont like the rules we should change them.
It also means there would probably 50 or hundreds (maybe even thousands?) of different processes to report your taxes, with each of these different tax authorities wanting to do it their own way.
I don't see how that makes it any better.
It’s not entirely unusual to see an agency break out of something like this to help prevent role sharing.
Check those notes again. Should we complain about the Department of Energy too?
First, ICE has no authority over US we citizens. So on that note alone they are not a police force. Second, they still operate under the law, specially INA 236-287. Their budget is reviewed and authorized by Congress and they are beholden to the laws of the land.
What is new in their scope are 287(G) agreements which are currently being contested (as they should) in courts. It’s unclear whether local police can or should enforce immigration law under current statutes. Only in this case would I agree with your statement, in that the enhanced local police forces would constitute a “secret police” by the literal Gestapo-/Stasi-era definition.
Funny enough Trump has made quite a show of ICE but has yet to top Obama’s numbers. I’m old enough to remember ICE forming in 2003 and Obama’s (ab)use of DHS. I don’t remember people complaining and protesting about door kickers back then. Maybe because the other team was doing it and their quarterback won a Nobel peace prize?
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
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“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
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Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
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