True Story - IRS had their asses handed to them.Submitted by wolfe on Sun, 01/13/2013 - 20:49
I decided to share a story of my great great grandfather. The story is short, but I think it tells you more about the IRS than any other. And I was reminded of it because of a different tax thread popping its head around.
My great great grandfather owned a plot of land. It wasn't a particularly valuable piece of land. Nothing that anyone would fight him over, that's for damned sure. But it was his land.
He was a traveling gun salesman (seriously).
I can't honestly say that anyone in the family knows the details of what was claimed by the party visiting him that day, as he wasn't given the time to fully provide his information, nor was my family especially prone to listen to him.
Someone came onto that land. Not just someone, it was a revenuer. Now, I don't know which organized crime syndicate, aka government, he was there to represent.
My great grandfather (the man's son, who was the only male present that day) allowed the revenuer a first hand view of his father's wares and chased him off at gunpoint.
The revenuer, or his soiled pants, were never seen again.
A piece of paper, written in a law book didn't give that man any special powers to steal from my family, nor did it take away the power of the gun in my great grandfather's hand to protect my family's money and land.
What gives these jackals their power is the armed agents operating on their behalf. Don't fool yourself, ever, into thinking that finding a legal means to protect yourself will work. The "law" is meant to bind you, not them.
Need proof? Look around.