As soon as I heard the NY Times report, about Himself’s Chicago tower tax shuffle, I knew what was coming next from the MAGoids.
“Witch hunt!” “Election interference!” “Persecuuuuuuuuuution!”
Yeah, it’s coming, if you haven’t heard it already. And the only proper response is
“Bullshit! Owe taxes, pay taxes.
I do, don’t you?”
Oh, I know your MAGoid friend, brother-in-law, whatever might want to blow off the revenoors, but they don’t. I don’t either, because I did once, and that’s how I know the claim that Baby Huey is being singled out by the mean, old IRS is
bullshit.
Synopsis. For many years, I worked in a few trades as an independent contractor. For some of those years, I was less than diligent about reporting some income, got caught and racked up back taxes and interest. No excuses. I’m a bad bear.
Amazingly, even though I’ve never been a candidate for president, the IRS mailed, called, visited and harassed me for more that a decade, for less than ten thousand bucks, .01% of Lump’s bill.
The Service’s Annoyance Agents were really good, calling me at home, at businesses where I’d never reported working. Once, I was visiting my mom and they called me at her house. How in the world did they know I was there?
That call was memorable, because, after the usual rounds of threats and smartass replies (“We can take your house.” “I don’t have a house.” “We can take your car.” “I don’t have a car.”), the agent quit hectoring and became quite frank about how they operate. Paraphrasing: “We will never stop. We’ll keep on ‘til you pay or we reach a settlement.” He also gave me a tip: Don’t ever agree to a settlement unless you can pay, because defaulting on that’s a new, more serious, charge.
I eventually resolved my problems with the Service and am, today, a perfect and upright citizen, dutifully filing my obeisance every spring.
And, rather that being a burden, it’s actually bee wonderfully liberating. No cowering when the phone rings, no turning down jobs because 1099s were involved. Adulthood, it turns out, feels pretty good. Mr. Lump should try it sometime.
As for your friend or brother-in-law, ask them if they get to just tell the IRS to pound sand and ignore their calls for years. Ask them if rich, little shits who’ve been given every advantage in life should be able to walk away from a hundred million dollar bill while their dough’s reported and yanked before they even see their check.
