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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.eom/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport) regarding 
the intended interpretation of Section 1 706 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 ( 


(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. 


■ "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 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 91 1 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 

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 $1 0,000 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)