I want my taxes cut. Politicians can propose and enact all of the social programs they wish, but first, I want my taxes cut. Permanently.
I want more of the money that I earn to be under my control. Not under the control of the government; and especially, not under the control of Socialists like Hillary Clinton. I work for my money. I earn it. It’s mine. I don’t presume to claim ownership over her money, so I don’t understand why she seems to think she has a right to take control of mine.
Actually, my view is that any money I earn is really “God’s money.” I’m just stewarding it for Him. The Lord blessed me with certain gifts with which I have been able to earn a nice living. I am trying to use my gifts even more so I can have a great living.
So far, I’ve been a fair-to-middling steward. But I am trying to do a better job. Isn’t our Government essentially stewarding our tax monies? Shouldn’t we expect it to do a better job utilizing our monies in a more effective manner? I sure do! But, as we have seen from over seventy years of social engineering through government spending, it hasn’t. Or can’t. Or won’t.
There are some who think it is just to take money from wealthier citizens and to give the appropriated amounts to poorer citizens. That is about as unAmerican a concept as I can imagine. What is just about taking the money earned by one group and giving it to another group that hasn’t earned it? Not only is it not just, it perpetuates class warfare and instills a sense of victimhood in poor citizens who buy into that philosophy. As a person who experienced poverty from childhood up into his late twenties, I find this Robin Hoodlum philosophy demeaning and insulting.
From the time I was five, I worked. I LOVED to work. It meant I could earn money and buy things my parents couldn’t afford to buy for me or my brothers; things like decent food, clothing and toys. And, candy! I weeded gardens, washed cars, delivered newspapers, and sold lemonade. As a teenager and young man, I worked as a bus boy, fast food employee, waiter, laborer, video store clerk, camp counselor, and so on. All of which paid very little. But it paid. And, I knew that if I worked hard enough, I could make more money. No matter how poor we were, I usually felt hopeful that the future would be better.
However, there were times when I was very young, because of my father’s alcoholism and/or flakiness, we had to wait in long lines to collect welfare. Usually, it was after we had been evicted from yet another rental. Those were humiliating times for me. Hours spent in large, impersonal (and smelly) government rooms; lines of morose people looking down at the floor in despair or resignation. I always worried that my father would give up, too, and accept defeat. That welfare would become our way of life. Sometimes I thought I would give up, as well.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Though my parents eventually divorced, my desire to do better for myself grew stronger. I’ll take adversity over hand outs any day.
My current views on money, poverty, and fairness were shaped by my life experiences. And, it is my faith that guides me toward the wisdom of understanding that enslaving another in a cycle of poverty is not compassion.
Until such time as every wealthy member of the Democrat Party gives away all of their money to the wretched and oppressed, I am not interested in their thoughts about what I do with my money.
So, no more taxation by misrepresentation of compassion. The Constitution specifically says, “to promote the general welfare,” not “to create a welfare state.” The only level of taxation I find acceptable is: 10% to the Federal government and 10% to the State government. No more. If 10% is good enough for God, 20% total sure as heck should be good enough for the government.