Saturday, February 21, 2009
This is the first in a series of articles meant to serve as proof that college is little more than a place where Marxists go to masturbate.
The issue of a sales tax-based tax system came up in a class discussion last week. A student who has made much about his political activist past in Cuba mentioned that such a tax was unfair to the poor. I did not understand his point since everyone is a consumer. So, what could be fairer than a tax that hits everyone and not just a select few earners? The professor changed the subject and we did not discuss it further. I was left curious though as to what this guy meant.
I approached the activist during a break. When I asked him to explain his statement he got angry. He said that such a tax would be unfair to the poor since they have to spend a higher percentage of their income on the necessities of life.
I still didn’t get it. So, I asked him, “How about the taxes that the rich will pay on high value items?” This just made him angrier. He answered that the rich don’t buy cars and homes every year. And then it hit me, this guy is not what he claims to be. He is not an anti-communist. So, in order to prove my suspicion, I asked him, “Do you see taxes as a way to punish successful people?” At this point he was practically foaming at the mouth. But, he had no answer. He just started explaining that everyone, including our professor, agreed with his belief that such a tax would be unfair (he is obviously clueless as to my low opinion of the faculty and their intelligence). Then, just because I’m a perverse bastard, I told him, “Well, I could accept your version of a tax that hits the wealthy harder than the poor, but I think that the wealthy should get something in exchange.” He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. I told him that if someone pays heavier taxes, then that person’s vote should weigh more. His temples flared and he started losing his grip on the English language. He yelled, “What! Do you want a return to what we had 200 years ago?” I was not sure what he meant, but I was content in the fact that my work was done, so I looked at my watch, and headed back to class with a smile on my face.
Mission accomplished: another one of Castro’s infiltrators forced to blow his cover.