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As I'm sitting here, freezing my a** off, and contemplating my change in earnings over the last half of last year, it finally struck me...
This is all bullsh*t.
What I mean by that is that, essentially, things will never really change big time in this country. There will be taxes. There will be unfairness - gross unfairness. There will be leeches. There will be people who take advantage of the system. There will be victims of the system.
It finally struck me that it's all about how well you play the game... well, I mean, we all already know that, but there is often a lot of sitting around and thinking about that and not really doing anything about it... by a lot of us.
So, I contemplated getting an accountant last year. I have a good lawyer and an investment guy, but I didn't fully commit to getting an accountant. A slick accountant.
You see, this year I'm not going to get screwed. It's early in the season. I'm going into maximum protection mode. I'll admit, beyond my fairly good understanding of investment principles, I have at best a cursory understanding of taxes and the tax laws. I just don't have time to be an expert at that.
I think it is prudent, at this point, to get a good accountant, someone who can work with my investment guy, to maximize my protection against what are excessive and ridiculous taxes on those of us who work harder, longer hours than the vast majority of the populous, many of whom never pay us for our services, while living under the continuous specter of being sued by the same.
No more.
I'm going to - legally - attempt this year to circumvent as much of these ridiculous taxes, and looming increase in taxes, as possible. This is my personal revolt against the impending socialist state in this country... one that we're already halfway there.
Get an accountant. Have your lawyer, accountant, and financial planner work in concert together. Even if I break even on the money I spend on those three versus what goes to Uncle Sam, I'd still rather have it going to them working for me instead of some cohort of unwed mothers sitting around watching Maury and wondering who their baby-daddy is.
-copro
This is all bullsh*t.
What I mean by that is that, essentially, things will never really change big time in this country. There will be taxes. There will be unfairness - gross unfairness. There will be leeches. There will be people who take advantage of the system. There will be victims of the system.
It finally struck me that it's all about how well you play the game... well, I mean, we all already know that, but there is often a lot of sitting around and thinking about that and not really doing anything about it... by a lot of us.
So, I contemplated getting an accountant last year. I have a good lawyer and an investment guy, but I didn't fully commit to getting an accountant. A slick accountant.
You see, this year I'm not going to get screwed. It's early in the season. I'm going into maximum protection mode. I'll admit, beyond my fairly good understanding of investment principles, I have at best a cursory understanding of taxes and the tax laws. I just don't have time to be an expert at that.
I think it is prudent, at this point, to get a good accountant, someone who can work with my investment guy, to maximize my protection against what are excessive and ridiculous taxes on those of us who work harder, longer hours than the vast majority of the populous, many of whom never pay us for our services, while living under the continuous specter of being sued by the same.
No more.
I'm going to - legally - attempt this year to circumvent as much of these ridiculous taxes, and looming increase in taxes, as possible. This is my personal revolt against the impending socialist state in this country... one that we're already halfway there.
Get an accountant. Have your lawyer, accountant, and financial planner work in concert together. Even if I break even on the money I spend on those three versus what goes to Uncle Sam, I'd still rather have it going to them working for me instead of some cohort of unwed mothers sitting around watching Maury and wondering who their baby-daddy is.
-copro