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Thursday , February 18, 2010
Joseph Andrew Stack Suicide Manifesto
If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself,
“Why did this have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is
complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing
process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the
face of the looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in
the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this
rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let
it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and
probably pointless… especially given my gross inability to
gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my
head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but
desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no
society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this
country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our
dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all.
We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this
place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the
noble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One
of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent
the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few
years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for
that principal is promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and
worse.
While very few working people would say they haven’t had their
fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say with a
great degree of certainty that there has never been a politician
cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in
mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me
or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit
unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for
scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash
under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the
force of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to
their aid within days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke
we call the American medical system, including the drug and
insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a
year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and
this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing
out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political
“representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is
far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after
year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”.
It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t
get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephant
conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire
legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated
for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it
mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that
they’re responsible for fully complying with laws not even the
experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on the bottom
of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand
what they are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If
this is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.
How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the
early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school,
somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that
I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced
me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and
discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the
wonderful “exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar,
corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied
the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid,
experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do
exactly what the “big boys” were doing (except that we weren’t
steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about our
massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to
make it all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the
law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a
much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of
organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an
honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two
“interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one
for the rest of us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making
and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still alive and well
today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my
life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for
the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is
based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only
how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the
American public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap
about their “freedom”… and that they continue to do so with
eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps
happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the
first lesson on what justice really means in this country (around
1984 after making my way through engineering school and still
another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to
take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent
engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should
digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inherited the
fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I realized
this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much later during
my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living
on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My
neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at
that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her
husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central
Pennsylvania with promises from big business and the union that, for
his 30 years of service, he would have a pension and medical care to
look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the
thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management
and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their
pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social
security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was
living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I could
afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know this
poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for
my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me).
I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and
commiserated with each other over our situations, when she in her
grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be
“healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get
all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite go
there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust
big business to take care of me, and that I would take
responsibility for my own future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying
start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer…
and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by
the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who
later brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally
sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of
1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS
Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contract
engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference
committee report (http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport)
regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the
relevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how
these laws affect technical services workers and their clients, read
our discussion here (http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is
amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of an
individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and
another person, provides services for such other person as an
engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst,
or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shall
apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31,
1986.
Note:
· “another person” is the client in the traditional
job-shop relationship.
· “taxpayer” is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job
shop.
· “individual”, “employee”, or “worker” is you.
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it
is saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line is that
they may as well have put my name right in the text of section (d).
Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have
came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave.
Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’,
and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and mailing to
any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none
did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time.
I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and
any and all of the disorganized professional groups who were
attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only to
discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles
from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from
the new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget,
for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income
that I couldn’t bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile
exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is a
pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to
enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This
immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the
regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of
course, was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into
idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandoned
engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A.
depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they
didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in
Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result
was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely
publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because the government
caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the young families who
lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses
abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government
funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle
trying to build some momentum with my business, I find myself once
again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the .COM
bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft
were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that,
‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert
for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively
expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government came
to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as
usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their rich,
incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my
business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change.
Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I moved, only
to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of
self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done.
I’ve never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates
are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash, because pay rates
here are fixed by the three or four large companies in the area who
are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this happens
because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give
a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their
rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and
retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a year
with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no
return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income
there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they
disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a
legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed with the
court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the
time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of
justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA
world, following the business crash I swore that I’d never enter
another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new
marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an
expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to
handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would be
irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they
were in order. I had taken all of the years information to Bill
Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was
expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of
Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters
worse, Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a
clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that
time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself
and not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to
defend transactions that have no relationship to anything
tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly
documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife
had no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well,
just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the
“great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers and
businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed
up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60
years in this country that they now know how to fix that little
economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who
doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their
asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck
up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever,
tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred
to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent
presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years
certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally
true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a
body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the
government trough). In a government full of hypocrites from top to
bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can
stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for
their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks,
and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and
there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not
adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose
to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he
strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all
around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t
continue; I have just had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white
washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it
will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve
that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government
reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people
wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their
mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire
life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the
answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big
chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been
laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all
along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is
repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome
to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity.
Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take
my pound of flesh and sleep well.
The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each
according to his need.
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to
each according to his greed.
Joe Stack (1956-2010)
02/18/2010
~ I wanted to be sure this piece was not lost. This, in my
opinion, is a very important message to the American people as well
as our government - "Wake up!!!!" In times like these, you
cannot push middle America and bleed them dry without someone
standing up and saying "NO MORE"! Again, it is my opinion,
that is exactly what Joe is saying here and I believe this man is a
Patriot!
Administrator & Editor of Ashland Mall
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