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Americans are putting in more hours at work than ever.  Unemployment is down and productivity is up.  However, the middle class, average American is not experiencing the joy that should come from increased income.  Perhaps the reason is that everything costs more, and taxes are higher than ever on “everything”. Maybe you can relate to these illustrations below….

There’s a story told about a fitness center. This fitness center owner was offering $1,000 to anyone who could prove that they were stronger than he was. Here’s how it worked…

The owner of the fitness center was a real muscle man, and he would take a lemon and squeeze it until all the juice had run into a glass. He’d then hand the lemon to the challenger. Anyone who could squeeze just one more drop of juice out, would win the money. Many people tried overtime – weight lifters, construction workers – even professional wrestlers but no-one could get another drop of juice out of that lemon.

One day a short, skinny guy came in and signed up for the contest. Amid the laughs and snickers of the crowd, the owner grabbed a lemon and squeezed the juice out of it and handed it to the scrawny looking man. The man clenched his fist around the lemon, squeezed, and six more drops of juice fell into the glass. Everybody went silent, the owner paid out the money and then asked him, “Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, or what?” The man picked up his money, walked to the door and said, “No. None of those. I work for the Internal Revenue Service.”  (Copied).

“Death and Taxes”

Tax his cow, tax his goat,

Tax his pants, tax his coat,

Tax his crops, tax his work,

Tax his tie, tax his shirt,

Tax his chew, tax his smoke;

Teach him taxes are no joke.

Tax his tractor, tax his mule,

Teach him taxes are a rule,

Tax his oil, tax his gas,

Tax his notes, no free pass;

Tax him good and let him know

After taxes he has no dough.

If he hollers, tax him more;

Tax him till he’s good and poor.

Tax his coffin, tax his grave,

Tax the sod in which he lays.

Put these words upon his tomb:

Taxes drove me to my doom.

But even then, he can’t relax;

Uncle Sam charges Inheritance Tax”. (Copied).