This is the tag-end of a week in which my wife had to take a lot of guff from my wealthy, sneering, condescending, urbanite in-laws. I would gladly raise the tax rates on one obnoxious, pretentious, greasy, leering, lecherous, cigarette-in-one-hand-martini-in-the-other, little brother of my wife, to 90%.
I will NOT bless them with my presence during the holiday season this winter, lest he become a statistic, and I end up in prison...
As you can see, at least in regards to them, my views on upper-class tax rates are "evolving."
<Blood pressure just went up; gotta do my counting now....ahoneannatwoannathreea
nnafour..."
