Guess what? You're RICH!!

OK how’s this going to work? The Dear Leader claims he will halve the deficit by 2012 and pay for his new programs by taxing the rich. Oh yeah, and the rest of will get $800 to $1,000 in tax cuts. Gee that sounds swell, but I’d prefer my grand in a lump sum rather than this $13 bucks a week hocus pocus. It’s like when you lent your bud $10 in high school and he pays you back a quarter a week. About three weeks into the payment schedule nobody remembers how much was barrowed to begin with, for what or how much has been paid back.

Then there’s this bit of disturbing news. One of those think tank thingies ran the numbers and determined that even if the government took 100% of the taxable income of everyone making $200,000 or more, the Dear Leader would come up short paying down the deficit. And as I’ve said before, rich people didn’t get rich by being stupid with money. Rich people will do one of two things, figure out a way to put their money somewhere where the Dear leader can’t touch it or earn $199,999.99 putting them one penny under the being officially “rich.”

Then what? Well Mr. and Mrs. America it’ll boil down to what it always boils down to, anyone making a paycheck will be paying more taxes. It’s impossible to target the rich because there are too few of them and they’re too savvy. So you have to go after the large pool of dopes which in America is called the Middle Class. It was Dick Armey, I think, who said, “When Democrats aim higher taxes at the rich, they always end up hitting the Middle Class.”

It’s like taking your 6 year old son hunting to get his first deer. You go into the woods looking for that big 16 pointer you see every year three days before the season opens. He’s never seen again until three days after the season closes. But you know he’s out there. So you and Jr. take to the woods stalking the trophy buck. Ten minutes into the hunt, Jr.’s more interested in throwing sticks, kicking stones and climbing trees. So you end up shooting some hapless 110 pound doe from a tree stand in a fenced field on something called a “controlled hunt.” Actually, it's just one inch short of going to the butcher.

To put it terms everyone can understand, congress trying to tax the rich is like Wiley E. Coyote trying to catch the Road Runner, Ahab trying to boil down Moby Dick, Elmer Fudd or Yosemite Sam trying to out smart Bugs Bunny or sadly the Bengals winning the Super Bowl. It ain’t going to happen.

Congress and the Dear Leader will end up at the fenced field and slaughter poor Middle Class tax payers, because that's where the easy money is.