Tuesday, October 16, 2012


From a friend:

THE TAX SYSTEM EXPLAINED IN TERMS OF BEER

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 ball. "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 men would 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 ? 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 a higher percentage the poorer he was, to follow the principle of the tax system they had been using, and he proceeded to work out the amounts he suggested that each should now pay.

And so the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100%
saving).

The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% saving).

The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% saving).

The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% saving).

The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% saving).

The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% saving).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But, once outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings.
 
"I only got a dollar out of the $20 saving," 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 benefit than me!"

"That's true!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back, when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!"

"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison, "we didn't get
anything at all. This new tax 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 their 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 government ministers, is

how our tax system works. The people who already pay the highest taxes will naturally 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 friendlier.

For those who understand, no explanation is needed.

For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible... and the left-wingers know who they are.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Tonight at the store, an old woman was walking her dog. As she walked by my son and I at the Redbox, her dog tangled up her legs, and she fell to the groung, first hitting her knees then her elbow, then her mouth and forehead on the sidewalk.

As she laid on the sidewalk, I tried to get her some help, not knowing if she would want me to call 911, or to call family or what. I finally got her phone from her, and was able to call her grandson and her son to come get her. She was a Persian woman, and after a nasty face first fall was very difficult to understand. She definitely did not want the paramedics there.

In the mean time, a number of people came up to see what the fuss was; the the store staff, and drive-by doctor, and some other rubber neckers. The doctor was helpful, as he got her sitting up, and the store staff got her some towels and such. While I waited for the son and grandson to show up, my job then became to fend off the rubber-neckers and keep them from calling the paramedics. The doctor had it dialed up, but then decided against it, once he saw she was soemwhat lucid, and the thought of calling 911 was making her up set. One guy really liked talking to me about how she might not have insurance, could be an illegal, or maybe we should just call them. Then another woman with a load of groceries came out who seemed to need all of her questions answered to make sure that the 5 people assisting her new that there were people called paramedics that we could call.

I finally decided that if these people all wanted to call the paramedics, that I would be more than happy for them to call, so I started telling them to please do so should they feel so compelled, but then no one did. Finally the son and grandson showed up and took her to the hospital. I hope she is ok, but it was a really wierd evening....

Atlas Shrugged the Movie...

This is one of the greatest stories of all time...

The quotes are so applicable to today!