Happy Tax Day, Except in California! Taxation-Induced Cancer Kills
We live in a world where it is no longer enough to be Mr. Universe, then the wealthiest actor in Hollywood, then married to a hot news anchor from the premiere American political dynasty family. To be truly satisfied, apparently, one must knock a knowledgable accountant out of a big race to fix your state's budget crisis, then sit on the Governor's throne, and then boink the maid. For the record, "Conan the Republican" left the California governatorship as a card-carrying liberal. I warned my friends working for his 2003 Total Recall campaign to not come crying to me when he sells them down the river. They came crying to me anyway. Every dark cloud has a silver lining, though; the accountant who lost the state race to Arnold is now Congressman McClintock and Mr. Universe is back in the entertainment business.
Foresight is 20/20.
Fast forward one decade. We live in a world where it's no longer enough to be a world-class athlete, then the wealthiest rider of two-wheeled contraptions on the planet, then engaged to a hot pop singer who happens to be the great-granddaughter of former Congressman Crow. To be truly satisfied, apparently, one must lobby for tax increases and new regulations in the Golden State in the name of fighting cancer, then wait for the right election "cycle" in the Lone Star State to knock out Slick Rick Perry, then ditch the famous fiancé just as she is diagnosed with cancer—as if it was contagious.
With the regulatory and oppressive record King Lance would give Texas, I am frankly surprised that those yellow Livestrong bands weren't styled to fit a bit higher on the arm, say, around the bicep.
Armstrong knows that Californian voters can't resist passing new tax measures. Taxifornia's $9.95 billion high-speed rail bond ballooned into a $70 billion money pit with 2/3 of that magically appearing from the federal government's backyard money tree. Four years later, there is still no high-speed rail. That same tax-and-spend lobby now proposes Proposition 29, a nearly $1 billion per year tax hike to fund a bloated special-interest spending commission with practically no oversight. They promise miracle cures for disease, but the only guarantee made to California voters is that political appointees will be well-paid for the next 15 years and that elected officials are prohibited from holding them accountable, even in instances of waste, fraud, and abuse. Perhaps some GSA evacuees will get nice cushy appointments under Proposition 29!
Whaddya know! Lance Armstrong is currently co-chair of that Californian campaign committee to pass Proposition 29, the so-called California Cancer Research Act. Hopefully Californians will vote down the misleading tax-happy ballot measure on June 5. If passed, the measure is projected to confiscate untold millions of dollars annually for bureaucratic government use by levying an additional $1-per-pack tax on tobacco products in already smokeless California. Revenues will also be spent on government-appointed smoking-cessation programs and on more criminal-making tobacco law enforcement. Lance's committee is pretending that Californians are solvent and can stomach another burdensome tax, more bureaucratic oversight into private business, and more crowding in prisons for victimless crimes.
Ask yourself: why does Mr. L.A. care so much about the taxes in L.A.? I thought all he wants to do is have some fun! I am sure his heart is in the right place, but he is fooling himself to dream that "the cure" for cancer will magically be discovered by a state government that has spent itself out of existence. It's just smoke and mirrors!
California itself is dying of the cancer of greed, mismanagement, and burdensome taxation. Its demise will be epic if extreme measures are not taken. My first suggestion is for Californians to NOT pass the current extreme measure, this new tax called Prop 29.
Call your friends in California and warn them about the taxes that are still spreading like cancer. Ask them to vote on June 5 against more taxation. If you don't, Armstrong's political train becomes the new high-speed rail from California to his home state. Texans could be fighting another uphill gubernatorial battle with a flat bike tire. Team Lance is quick, conditioned, well-funded, and very good at winning races.
Foresight is 20/20. Happy Tax Day to the other 49 states, for now.