Monday, October 01, 2007

I am proud of the amount of tax that I pay

Via Jackart, I find a smug bastard called Swing-Voter Giles who states...
I am proud of the amount of tax I pay...

Then you are a fucking twat. Why the fuck are you "proud" of the tax you pay? Why are you proud of the fact that you hand over 45% of your salary and then it gets pissed up the wall?

I mean, the state is so fucking inefficient that every pound that the Treasury collects has the spending power of 30p by the time it emerges; of every pound that you pay, 30p goes to the good causes that you will no doubt point at. Are you proud of this fiscal efficiency?

Perhaps you are proud of the fact that you pay your tax? Why? You are compelled to pay. You pay your tax or you go to prison: what is there to be proud of in that?

If you were asked to cede, voluntarily, 45% of your wages and you did so, even though you knew it was going to be pissed up the wall, this would make you a fucking moron: what makes you proud in that scenario?

So, tell me, Giles, what is it—precisely—that makes you so proud of the amount of tax you pay?

I would address your bullshit in more detail, but I just recommend that you go and read the whole of Jackart's rather more nuanced post.

4 comments:

knirirr said...

It is interesting that the concluding remarks are a request not to consider tax a moral issue, whereas a libertarian would consider it so.

Lord Higham-Johnson said...

I pay 12% flat rate, same as everyone, DK. Come over and live here.

Rob Spear said...

Your profile states that you are living in London, Lord Higham-Johnson. I can only assume that you are living in some part of it that has been forgotten by the government, though who you are paying the 12% to I cannot guess.

Vicola said...

I loathe the amount of tax I pay. Even more than that I loathe and detest the amount of tax I pay on November's pay because that's the month my yearly bonus comes in. Every year on November 28th I have the same rant. People now know to avoid me or my calls on that date. Once the fucking taxman, the national insurance gnome, the private pension bloke (who I have to pay because there'll be no state pension by the time I retire) and the swines from the student loan company have all raped my paycheque, I come out with roughly 30% of my bonus. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest all their armpit hair.