Overheard at a town hall in Bizarreville
…You people with jobs need to pay more of your Fair Share of taxes. I’m tired of arguing with you, and really tired of you and your Tea Party buddies whining about paying more tax. “Pay up, Shut up” is gonna be my new slogan. Pay up, shut up. You don’t seem to grasp that we have a recession going on. No, no, you don’t. And most of you in this room have jobs. Am I right? Well, you job-people need to help the non-job and the sub-job portions of our population. You need to step up to your responsibilities to pay…yes, sometimes paying out the fabled ying yang…to get this debt under control.
You, over there. You with the salmon-colored polo shirt. You have a job, right? Right. And how much do you figure you pay in taxes, percentage-wise? Forty-two percent…is that what you said? 42 lousy percent. That means you’re taking way over half of your wages home with you every paycheck. I’m guessing your blowing it on food, beer, a fancy shmancy house in the burbs, polos shirts for every person in your family…Nike shoes, right? Not Bilford Athletic Econo-shoes…no, sir. Nike. Are you expecting the rest of the country to get by with Bilfords? Is it fair that your kids can wear Nikes, but the bum’s kid out there on the street gets stuck with Bilfords? Is that the kind of country we want to be…one with an ever-widening shoe gap? Is it??
Pay up, shut up. Fork over a few more measly dollars so that no one has to wear Bilfords unless they choose to. Let’s erase that stigma from our society.
You know, you may find yourself needing help some day. That’s right. None of us are immune from the so-called green weenie, the axeman, the Chain-saw Al, the Neutron Jack, the pink slip. I’ll bet a lot of you don’t have 2 cents in a savings account, living paycheck to paycheck, bar tab to bar tab. You may well find yourself destitute and looking for someone to sponge off of one day. That’s when you’ll see it all from the other side. That’s when you’ll be saying Pay up, Shut up along with me. You…you in the back row, nodding…yeah, you know what I mean. Pay up, shut up doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Exactly. Why wait for it to happen? Join us now, see the future. Your future. Let’s all say it together…Pay up, shut up, pay up, shut up, Pay Up, Shut Up, PAY UP, SHUT UP…that’s right…PAY UP, SHUT UP…now we’re talking.
My friends, trust me when I say that you will all feel better by just paying a little more. You will have an enormous wave of self-satisfaction sweep over you as you realize your taxes are helping so many people live a better life. You’ll take great joy as you see a raggety old bum shuffle into a Starbucks for a free cup of latte, perhaps for the first time ever. You’ll get a tingle when you see an obese lady able to buy a grocery cart load of National brand potato chips with her food stamps. You’ll have a sense of satisfaction watching 10 government-subsidized workers filling a pothole on Main Street, knowing that each will be bringing home a paycheck to momma. And it’s all because you Paid Up and Shut up. Join us.
Good night, friends.
Disclaimer: All stories in Bizarreville are fiction, including town hall secret tapings.
Tags: debt ceiling, national debt, obama taxes, taxes
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