V-Day Resignation, EITC, and AOTW

I despise V-day. The Day of darkness, loneliness, bitterness, hatred, betrayal, suffering, desolation, isolation, and deceit. And now, we're halfway through the dark period I set aside to remember those who have only their DVD collection or high speed connection to keep them warm at night.

However, I have kids. And of course, for them to conform, I'll have to go out and buy a pack of those cheap fucking V-cards so they can do the meaningless dog and pony show which means nothing (especially if you're brushing autism and your daddy keeps killing the fucking diamond and flower commercials while muttering insanely), and was a yearly ritual that depressed the shit fucking shit out of me after several years (especially in the Catholic school).

So I'm resigned to just muttering and manhandling myself until it's over.

But all is not hopeless. For tax season is upon us, and being in the bracket I am in, I've got my tax refund in. I've already paid a bill I was behind on and stimulated the company even more than I did for Christmas. All because the government saw fit to come up with a stupid tax system that forces people to give the government money to play with, then return without interest. And for those that don't make (or pay) shit, there's the Earned Income Tax Credit.

To give you an idea how stupid it is (and why you should be screaming for the FairTax), my tax burden was nothing, I paid nothing in 2008 (because I knew what was coming), and my refund was the equivalent to roughly4 months of my wages in 2008. And Obama wants to raise that number.

And I did the numbers for the FairTax last year. I break even. Imagine how much your taxes would drop.

Finally, since he didn't share with me (the selfish bastard):

Michael Phelps is Asshat of the Week

It's been a shitty week for bong boy since the pic to the right came out. Now his endorsements are dropping off and the morality Nazis are howling that he's no longer a role model. What the fuck ever.

Look, if I were a kid his age with beer and bongs and booze flowing freely, I would take some of my off time to indulge until I puked. Come to think of it, if he came over with bag and a bong and I didn't have the kids, we'd light up and I'd start cooking with hot grease. it would be cool.

But he's a big name in the public eye with people attaching the "virtuous" label to his Olympic ass until he got caught on camera being just like the Bush twins in the early years or every young and yummy in Hollywood.

Not that drug use is an immediate disqualifier. President Clinton liked to rock the gange (despite his bullshit "I didn't inhale" crack). President Bush was a drunken frat boy before he got religion. Even President Obama was a coke-snorting motherfucker.

Of course, they're all politicians. It's forgive and forget there.

Mikey, you had to know that there are a lot of uptight fucks out there who have zero tolerance for any recreational drug use. And it's going to cost you the cash to get both stoned and feed your munchies. So for not having the sense to do your thing off camera, and making it a bitch to cash in on those gold medals because of the power of the puritanical, you get to be our asshat.

And if you want off the list, bring me the special brownies!

And on that note, some drug-related fun from iLL WiLL PreSS: