A Walk Down Koenig Drive

So – Here it is, a Thursday morning, and I am on the telephone with the everlovely New York State Department of Taxation and Finance. I paid them Income Tax that was due and they cashed the check, and it was for an amount under $100.00. Anyway, I get a letter in the mail that essentially says, “you are supposed to pay your taxes, we can do this to you and we can do that to you, and we will just pretty much fuck you in the ass.”

Highly annoyed I am I tell you as I sit here and listen to their “musak” interspersed with a gentleman saying “your call is important to us as we would like to get our grubby little hands on all your money because our state is so ass backward that we waste money every single day on things like the governors imported toilet paper.” So I’m still waiting as I type this, feeling my blood pressure rise with each passing minute. I think my head might just explode and add a reddish stain to the already water damaged tile of the ceiling. Wait a minute—I hear the phone ringing--- please hold---

OK- looks like they cashed it, put it in the wrong place, “yes, we see it here, but we can’t access it, you need to contact the protest unit.” Yes, please proceed, I’d love to protest, I’m all about protesting you treating me poorly, sending me a threatening letter you fuc--- “Ahh yes, Ms. @$%#!!, I was transferred here because my tax payment has been put into the wrong account, yes I’ll give my Social Security Number again, I’ll hold.” “ Oh you see it, that’s good, a two step process, ok, I understand, really? Why? That seems kind of silly, borderline retarded, Oh, I’ll get a letter in the mail. Will it say that the Department is sorry? No? Why? That’s too bad, I was hoping for a letter from the Comptroller. May I please send the Department an invoice from my employer for a half an hour of billable time that I wasted because your offices are only open during my work hours and this needed to be addressed immediately? No? Why? I might be liable for the interest, that hardly seems correct? It should zero out. Well that would only seem right. Ok, Ms. @$%#!!, thank you for possibly straightening out this situation for me. Have a good day.”

Bite me!

I’m getting tired of this local government bullshit. I really have no qualms with the Federal Government, I understand that the United States thinks it is the worlds’ police power and we fight foreign wars because of it. I admire the soldiers for enlisting, even though most of them probably thought it was “just free college.” George W. has been dealt some serious crap, he’s probably handled it in the best way. Yes, I know FEMA is incompetent, we have a horrible war going on, we can’t find Tim Ossman, a.k.a. Osama Bin Laden. George W. has caused global warming, caused gay people to be insecure, secretly moved to have “Gilligan” die, I say this all in jest. He did the same as anyone would have done in the situations as they presented themselves.

Onto local government:

The county which I live in has just raised the tax levy 49%, the city, in which I used to live, raised taxes 9%, the mayor there gave himself a 15K raise, there are no well paying jobs forcing everyone to commute, the housing market has been driven up to astronomical heights because all the “cidiots” have moved up from the 5 Boroughs, gas is still expensive like everywhere else, and now all these election signs are up to vote for this guy or gal, and they just clutter up the landscape, and they are just all irresponsible douchebags, and the ones who are elected are all part of the “old boys network” or as put to me today, “an incestuous cesspool.” They get into fistfights at legislative meetings. Bullshit.

The roads are falling apart, yet you pay tolls to drive on some of them. Welfare, which I believe in for those who need it, is being abused. Same people in the same places, then they die and their kids take over, eventually, nobody remembers about it, and we name a street or a building at the local community college after them and say what nice people the were as they tore out the linings of the community’s collective pockets for the last half Century.

I digress again. I’m railing against the machine. Now, please excuse me as I go back to work, like you, so we can keep these jerks in office.