主题：【文摘】开飞机撞国税局大楼共产主义战士的遗书 -- 红星

2010年2月18日上午10点，美国德州奥斯汀有人对社会不满开飞机撞楼，楼内是美国国内收入署（IRS，相当于中国国税局）的办公室。

他的遗言，在http://embeddedart.comhttp://embeddedart.com/（原始链接似乎已被和谐了。

我知道我应该不是第一个觉得无法再忍受下去的人。在这个国家，人们从未停止为了自由去战斗，去死，不仅仅是黑人和贫困的移民们。无数人在我之前曾为自由而死，以后也一定还会有很多。我知道如果不付出我的生命为代价的话，没有什么会改变。我选择不再逃避“老大哥”的追踪，任其撕碎我的尸体。我选择不再忽视我身边发生的（罪恶）。我选择不再假装“照常营业”。我已经受够了。

我只能希望（死亡？）数字会迅速变大到无法被掩盖和忽视，美国人会醒来和反抗。没有流血是无法唤醒人民的。我仅仅希望通过刺激敏感的神经，习惯于双重标准的政府会反射式地通过更多愚蠢而严苛的限制，而人民会醒来并看清这些傲慢的政客和他们渺小把戏的真面目。可悲的是，虽然我花了一生的时间去相信“暴力不是答案”，但是事实上暴力不仅是答案，而且是唯一的答案。上层的混蛋们早就知道这一点，并且一直暗笑象我这样的傻瓜。

词典上把重复做同样的事情，然后指望会出现不同的结果定义为精神错乱。我终于准备好结束这种精神错乱了。好了，国税局的老大哥们，我们来试一试新的做法。拿走我的一磅肉（应该是《威尼斯商人》中的典故）睡个好觉吧。

共产主义信条：各尽所能，各取所需。

资本主义信条：骗轻信人之财，填贪婪者之欲。

乔.斯塔克 （1956-2010）

2010年2月18日

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:

?nbsp; "another person" is the client in the traditional job-shop

relationship.

?nbsp; "taxpayer" is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.

?nbsp; "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.

.....

Joe Stack (1956-2010)

02/18/2010