Um, that’s all, really. Happy New Year. Even if I loathe you. 🙂
And Cal came back and won the Armed Forces Bowl. Not bad, and not the stupidest name for a bowl game, thank god.
Um, that’s all, really. Happy New Year. Even if I loathe you. 🙂
And Cal came back and won the Armed Forces Bowl. Not bad, and not the stupidest name for a bowl game, thank god.
Earlier, I posted a link to an email I received from Carla Howell’s mailing list about ending the income tax in Massachusetts. And had a brief skirmish with someone who thought it was an evil pipe dream.
I just received in the mail an op-ed piece by Jeff Jacoby at the Boston Globe talking about this very issue. I am reprinting it here, because it covers — in much better detail and fashion — the arguments I made for abolishing it in the little give-and-take I had with a reader over it. Who eventually, I should point out, ended up agreeing that I had a good point.
Here it is:
———-
TAKE THE TAX OUT OF ‘TAXACHUSETTS’
By Jeff Jacoby
The Boston Globe
Sunday, December 30, 2007
On Election Day five years ago, 885,683 Massachusetts citizens voted for a ballot measure to abolish the Massachusetts income tax — a 45 percent level of support that shocked the state’s political establishment, which had expected the question to go down to ignominious defeat, not come within a few percentage points of passing. So when Libertarian leader Carla Howell launched a new effort to junk the income tax earlier this year, the powers that be made it clear that this time they would do everything they could to discredit it.
In August, Howell’s Committee for Small Government filed its updated ballot language, and Michael Widmer of the Massachusetts Taxpayers Foundation wasted no time pouring scorn on it. (Its name notwithstanding, the Taxpayers Foundation is a business lobby that often opposes broad-based tax relief.) Howell’s proposal is “absolutely unreasonable,” Widmer snorted. “Essentially she’s trying to repeal the 20th century.”
Undeterred, tax-repeal supporters collected 100,000 voter signatures on initiative petitions, well above the number required to move the measure forward. So Governor Deval Patrick is cranking up the rhetoric. He told the Associated Press last week that undoing the income tax is “just a dumb idea” that would utterly devastate Massachusetts.
“Patrick said he has lived in places with no taxes, including the time he spent in Darfur 30 years ago,” AP’s Steve LeBlanc reported. “He says there were also no bridges, no good roads, and no public safety there. ‘Civilization costs something,’ he said. ‘If we could have something for nothing, which is the fiction that has been sold by the right for some time now, then we wouldn’t have a $19 billion upkeep backlog for the roads and bridges.’ “
If that is Patrick’s best case for preserving inviolate the state income tax, maybe he shouldn’t be tossing the label “dumb” around quite so freely.
To begin with, Massachusetts without a personal income tax would not be a “place with no taxes.” It would be a place with corporate income taxes, sales taxes, property taxes, gasoline taxes, meals taxes, hotel taxes, excise taxes, workers’ compensation taxes, estate taxes, capital gains taxes, cigarette taxes, wine and liquor taxes, motor vehicle taxes, and real estate transfer taxes, not to mention the taxes (“license fees”) imposed on a vast array of professions and occupations. The $11 billion collected in personal income taxes accounts for only 40 percent of state revenue. Take that away and the government of Massachusetts still helps itself to more than $16 billion a year. That’s not exactly “no taxes.”
It’s not exactly Darfur, either. What a shameless comparison. Even Patrick cannot possibly believe that the misery and horror of Darfur is caused by insufficient taxation. A ballot initiative to repeal the state income tax is not an invitation to choose between life as we know it today or a life of poverty, lawlessness, and war. For Patrick to suggest that those are the stakes is both ridiculous and disgraceful.
“Civilization costs something,” the governor says, echoing the 1904 dictum of Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.: “Taxes are the price we pay for civilized society.” Maybe so. But in Massachusetts lately, taxes are also the price we pay for Big Dig corruption, for larcenous public-employee pensions, for state-owned golf courses, and for wretched public schools. Higher taxes are no guarantee of a more civilized society.
When Holmes defended taxes as the price tag of civilization, there were no federal and state income taxes. Massachusetts didn’t begin taxing incomes until 1916; for most of its history, the Bay State survived — even thrived — without an income tax. As Howell’s ballot proposal advances, the fear-mongers will shrilly warn that voting yes will plunge us into the Dark Ages. Like all addicts, those hooked on high taxes are terrified by the prospect of giving up their drug. They cannot imagine how much better they will feel when they learn to live without it.
Eliminating the state income tax would reduce government spending by about $11 billion, shrinking the budget to roughly where it stood in 1995. But that $11 billion would not be lost. It would be back in the private sector — back in the hands of the men and women who earned it, and who are far more likely to spend, invest, or donate it wisely than the bloated state bureaucracy it goes to now.
Nine states — Alaska, Florida, Nevada, New Hampshire, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Washington, and Wyoming — have no income tax. In 2008, Massachusetts has another chance to make it 10. Last time, the repeal campaign came close. Next year, let’s put it over the top.
(Jeff Jacoby is a columnist for The Boston Globe.)
Kiss my ass.
16-0.
Brady sets the TD record, Moss sets the TD reception record.
Kiss. My. Ass.
Heyo. I’ve put together a quick and rather random photo gallery of a few of the pictures I have. It’s linked to the sidebar, and I’ll put the link in right here…
And if you need the actual link itself, it’s:
https://kiplange.com/picture_gallery/pictures1.html
Enjoy. And don’t ask me what the hell the pictures are, it’s just a random assortment.
Well, here we are, boys.
Everybody gets the game now. NFL Network coughed it up to all three major networks, I believe.
Of course, to match the ’72 Dolphins, really, we have to go on and win the Superbowl, and while I’m not worried about a Cowboys-Patriots game, I am concerned about how we’ll do against Indy. They’ve got Harrison back now and we weren’t so sharp against them last time around.
But still, if the Pats hit the 16-0 mark, it’s history.
The NFL Network is running a six hour pregame show.
How much more hype can we stand? I feel like someone has punched a frigging needle full of hype straight into my chest a la Uma Thurman’s adrenaline injection in Pulp Fiction.
Anyway, here we go…
Shout out to K-Rhyme, whom I just had lunch with today.
Many important issues were discussed, including the nature of consciousness and the general state of pants.
And I got to meet the elusive L., K-Rhyme’s girlfriend.
A pleasure all-around.
I just took this picture about five minutes ago. I love my dad. My dad rules. My dad can beat up your dad. Click on it for a much larger version.
Did you know that there actually are lyrics to the original Star Trek theme song? You know, the one with Kirk, McCoy, et al. It’s true, it’s not an urban legend; snopes.com backs it up.
Here, for your benefit, are the lyrics to the original Star Trek theme song. Please try not to read these while you have anything in your stomach. I warned you.
And a one and a two and…
Beyond
The rim of the star-light
My love
Is wand’ring in star-flight
I know
He’ll find in star-clustered reaches
Love,
Strange love a star woman teaches.
I know
His journey ends never
His star trek
Will go on forever.
But tell him
While he wanders his starry sea
Remember, remember me.
You know, I might kinda dig the “strange love a star woman teaches”.
*sigh*. Google has dropped my page ranking for “Kip Lang” again, so I’m just going to have to say Kip Lang a few times until Google spiders go out and crawl over this article and realize that Kip Lang was writing about how people misspell his name as “Kip Lang” (and not Kip Lange, which is correct, and the E is silent), so, you see, I’ve got to repeat the phrase Kip Lang as much as I can, possibly linked with Kip Lang having sex, Kip Lang naked, Kip Lang on dope, Kip Lang is dead, long live Kip Lang.
There.
Argh. I’ve now spent like seven hours on Facebook. It’s too addicting. I have to get away from it.
Who are these people who have over 100 friends on these social networking sites? I can’t even think of 100 random names of people, much less 100 people I know.
And, tell me, is there anything more ugly than those MySpace pages people create with the flashing backgrounds and stuff which subsequently obscures the fascinating minutiae of their life, like how they like to hump Teddy Bears, or something like that (as long as the Teddy Bear isn’t named “Mohammed”).
Worst of all, now I’m on there. Argh! Argh!