Policia de Catalunya

A onesy for grown women, complete with "wrist cuffs."

More IRS agents.

The health care penalty is really a tax, as are those premiums you'll soon be forced to pay. The mandate is just a harmless "financing mechanism," so argued the Administration in federal court.

Blue Cross & Blue Shield will just be another IRS branch.

A heavily taxed inheritance.

Because you didn't earn it and you don't deserve it.
The Ringger Family Farm.
Just look at these greedy devisees. Besides, their parents won't be around to feel the pain, anyway.
As for leaving taxes on Wall Street's billion-dollar bailout bonuses alone, what of it? Don't go changing the subject.

A blanket for Bradley Manning, the beneficent Wikileaks booster.

This misunderstood, court-martialed man is being abused. Meanwhile, his beneficiary Julian Assange lolly gags in an English manor. It's shameful.

More abacuses for the CBO.

Obamacare passed for the reason Hillarycare did not: the cost to the private sector -- at least another trillion -- was excluded from the CBO's cost calculations. Well played, Nance!

Your neighbor's holiday photo.

Because they're such a nice family. And you'd like to see more of them.
Awkwardfamilyphotos.com

A GPS chip, implanted in your body, so that the government can find you and know your activities at all times.

Meh. That would be redundant.

Kleenex for John Boehner.

He's not a sensitive man, you bleeding heart.

He's a Republican!

A great deal on a used pre-owned car.

Pity there aren't any, what with cash-for-clunkers and all.

Ah, well, but you can't have everything, even consistent fonts.
So, instead, here's wishing you a . . .

and a less taxing new year.

Labels: Cash For Clunkers, Christmas Fig Leaf Family, Crying, Domestic Spying, Grown-Up Onesies, Irs, John Boehner, Liberal Wish List, Obamcare, Penalty, Tax

This Pennsylvania "public service announcement" weirded me out. Made me feel peculiar. Predator drones came to mind. Watch. It takes all of 30 seconds.
Do I owe the IRS any money? No, not that I know of -- knock, knock, knock on wood. But good God almighty. Talk about a mammoth Big Brother.
But maybe I'm overreacting. It didn't trouble Ann Althouse. In fact, she says she prefers dealing with bureaucrats who speak in robotic voices.

Alrighty then. She's a brilliant law professor; I am but a lowly soccer mom.
Nonetheless, I have always had better luck negotiating with, and getting reasonable results from a real, live, rational human being. But perhaps the notion of a "real, live, rational human being," in the IRS is a quadruple oxymoron? Much as it pains me to admit it, maybe Althouse is right.
On the other hand, this "every-move-you-make-we'll-be-watching-you" video seemed to trouble one of my favorite econbloggers, Mike Shedlock. And old Mish (who doesn't know me from a pea in the ground) is pretty darn measured, restrained, and rational.
In any event, and regardless whether cooler brighter heads than mine prevail in this argument, I stand by my initial assessment: this whole "we're-watching-you-take-a-shower" advertisement is effing CREEEEPY. The State of Pennsylvania needs to ixne the ad and the advert group that came up with it, immediately.
The thought of "google earth" homing in on my house and street-view-zooming into my living room -- so it can help the almighty government find me and extract one more pound of flesh -- is just . . . flat-out depressing. Hey, Google! Don't remind me you're out there, okay?
Sure, it's just an ad. But it's a government ad that was designed to be scary and intimidate. So no, I don't think I've been watching too much "V".

Labels: Big Brother, Creepy Video, Irs, Pennsylvania Tax Amnesty Law