The Truth about Taxes
by Anonymous
Let's put tax cuts in terms everyone can understand.
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for dinner.
The bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay
our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men-the poorest-would pay nothing;
The fifth would pay $1:
The sixth would pay $3;
The seventh $7;
The eighth $12;
The ninth $18.
The tenth man-the richest-would pay $59.
That's what they decided to do. The ten men ate dinner in the restaurant
every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement-until one day, the
owner threw them a curve.
"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the
cost of your daily meal by $20."
So now dinner for the ten only cost $80. The group still wanted to pay their
bill the way we pay our taxes.
So the first four men were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But
what about the other six-the paying customers?
How could they divvy up the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his
"fair share?"
The six men realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they
subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man
would end up being *paid* to eat their meal.
So the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's
bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts
each should pay.
And so the fifth man paid nothing, the sixth pitched in $2, the seventh paid
$5, the eighth paid $9, the ninth paid $12, leaving the tenth man with a
bill of $52 instead of his earlier $59.

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to
eat for free.
But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth man.

He pointed to the tenth. "But he got $7!"

"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too.
It's unfair that he got seven times more than me!"

"That's true!" shouted the seventh man.

"Why should he get $7 back when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the
breaks!"

"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get
anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night he didn't show up for dinner, so the nine sat down and ate
without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered
something important. They were $52 short!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college instructors, is how the
tax system works.

The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax
reduction.

Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show
up at the table anymore.

Unfortunately, Liberals cannot grasp this straight-forward logic!

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 A FUN? NEW DRINKING GAME

I've had the lovely experience of trying out a new beer drinking game at my cousin’s house on the outskirts of Philly.
The game is called "Beer Die", and the end of the name tells it all. The object of the game is to toss a die about 8 feet in the air and have it land in your opponent's cup of beer. The Beer-Die table is the size of a ping pong table. Holes are drilled into each corner of the table holding a normal size Solo cup filled with beer. The version I played had a team of 2 sit in chairs at the opposite side of the table, lengthwise. A team is picked to go first. One player from the team throws a die in the air hoping it will land in the other team's cup. If it lands in the cup, the team must stand, drink both beers, then refill them. If it doesn't go in the cup it must hit the table and roll off the edge and must be caught with one hand by one of the opposing teammates. When this happens the turn is over, and the other team tries to throw the die into your cup. There are so many rules i.e., "plinking" the cup (hitting a cup with the dice), having it land on the other teams’ end of the table. If it lands on numbers 3 or 5, which must be called bizz and buzz, respectively, you drink. The first team that gets 5 points loses. You get a point by not catching the die, or having it land in your cup. Of course, there are rules which you forget, and have you drink all night for each infraction. So needless to say after drinking a good 26 (no exaggeration) beers I had to give up. Well, actually, I was asked to leave the game partly because I would get up and get people beer while I was playing and saw 6 dice coming at me and always managed to catch the wrong one. The rest of the night was pretty much a blur. I recall my wife telling me just to "go the hell to bed". So I did. I went to bed and a couple minutes later (really I don't know how long) my wife and son crawled in. During the night, I stumbled into the bathroom and didn't quite make it to the terlit. 

The next thing I remember, I was trying to find the bedroom I just came from. Fortunately, my cousin helped me to a bedroom (I think). I awoke the next morning and, surprisingly, didn't feel too bad. I went downstairs and ate some pancakes. I guess now, my mind caught up to how my body actually felt. I knew it was bad when everybody told me it would be a good idea if I went back to bed for a little while. I needed to find some White-Out for my eyeballs. I was so dehydrated that morning that my pee was the color of Coca-Cola. I recommend that if you have a chance to play this game, give it a shot, and always remember real men play this game with scotch instead of beer.

I would like to thank my cousin Carmen for introducing this game to me. This guy built and lends out his Beer Die table to locals who are having a party. I would also like to thank Crissy for, I think, walking me to bed in the middle of the night. The next party will be at my house and I can guarantee I won't be playing Beer Die. I'll stick to the real games of chase quarters and Asshole.

If anyone has any good horror stories of beer drinking games please feel
free to email me and I will post it to this site.

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Ray

A Typical American Day
 
 
 Joe Smith started the day early having set
 his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN)for 6 A.M.
 While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking,
 he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG).

 He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA),
 designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE)
 and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA).
 After cooking his breakfast in his
 new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA)
 he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO)
 to see how much he could spend today.

After setting his watch (MADE IN TAIWAN)
 to the radio (MADE IN INDIA)
 he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY)
 and continued his search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB.

 At the end of yet another discouraging and fruitless day,
 Joe decided to relax for a while.
 He put on his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL)
 poured himself a glass of wine (MADE IN FRANCE)

 and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA),
 and then wondered why he can't find a good paying job
 in.....AMERICA.....

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