I was stumbling around in my archives and ran across this from 2006. Honestly, I had forgotten I'd written it.
I've got over 8,300 posts down there.
One of these days I'm really gonna have to tidy up, and stitch some of them together into a book or seven.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every tax cut under heaven:
a time to for a tax cut, and a time for a Death Tax cut; a time to invest, and a time to cut taxes on that which was invested;
a time to kill, and a time to cut taxes; a time to break down, and a time to cut taxes;
a time to weep, and a time to cut taxes; a time to mourn, and a time for some more tax cutting;
a time to cast away taxes, and a time to gather tax cuts together; a time to embrace tax cuts, and a time to refrain from spending one thin fucking dime on the poor;
a time to seek more tax cuts, and a time to let major cities drown; a time to let billionaires keep every cent they have, and a time to cast away the sick and the weak;
a time to tear a new hole in anyone who does not value tax cuts above their fellow man, and a time to sew up some more tax cuts; a time to smirk in silence (as when the government is too broke to outfit soldiers properly), and a time to speak…about the next round of tax cuts;
a time to love tax cuts, and a time to hate anyone who doesn’t love tax cuts more than their nation; a time for war…which as it turns out is a perfect time for more tax cuts.
Behold, a Tip Jar!