M2RB: The Kinks
The tax man's taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can't sail my yacht,
He's taken everythin' I've got,
All I've got's this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
"Obama needs to be very careful. Yes, he was re-elected. But so were all those folks who blocked the extension of the Bush tax cuts if they excluded individuals and small businesses who make enough money to qualify as rich — but not enough to send their kids to college, or help their aging parents, or buy a home in a decent neighborhood."
By Susan Esterich
Within days of winning the election, President Obama announced that
his victory gave him a mandate to raise taxes on the "rich."
Come again? This was a two-and-a-half-point election. It reflected a
painfully divided electorate. The only mandate I saw was to unite a
divided country.
I voted for Obama. I voted for him because I know how hard it is to
buy health insurance for a single person with even a minor pre-existing
condition. In the case of my nanny/housekeeper/dear friend, it was
gastritis. Thank God for Kaiser, which sold me the insurance that some
years later saved her life when she was diagnosed with cancer. So call
it what you will, but I did not want to see Obamacare repealed.
Years after I stopped worrying about unwanted pregnancies, I did not
want to risk Roe v. Wade. I was appalled that contraception could even
be an issue. I believe that whoever wants to marry should have a right
to do so regardless of their sexual orientation. I voted for Obama
because I worry about cutting back on environmental regulation. I voted
for Obama because I believe local schools need help from the federal
government, because I believe we are one country, and that if there is
an earthquake in California, we will need as much help from our fellow
states — which is to say the federal government — as New York and New
Jersey do in dealing with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. I voted for
Obama because he ended the war in Iraq and is committed to ending the
war in Afghanistan.
I did not vote for Obama because I think I am paying too little in taxes.
Like many people I know, I am "rich" by Obama's standards. I pay more
taxes, percentage wise, than Mitt Romney and Warren Buffett, because I
earn virtually every penny of my income.
I work. And yes, all those deductions that
allow the truly rich to not work, or at least to not work all the jobs I
do, make me angry.
I am all for closing loopholes. I am all for ending deductions for
things I don't even understand. But I am not for putting a low cap on
deductions that would make it all but impossible for the charities I
support to raise funds. I am not for putting a limit on the mortgage
deduction that would mean, as a practical matter, that "middle class"
(not rich) people in California would be priced out of the housing
market, and the charities I support would not be able to raise what they
need to survive.
And frankly, I don't think I'm alone. As a matter of fact, on this
one, I don't think 51 percent of all Americans are to my "left" — if
that's how you define the higher tax constituency.
Obama needs to be very careful. Yes, he was re-elected. But so were
all those folks who blocked the extension of the Bush tax cuts if they
excluded individuals and small businesses who make enough money to
qualify as rich — but not enough to send their kids to college, or help
their aging parents, or buy a home in a decent neighborhood.
We need to avoid going over the fiscal cliff. But Obama must also avoid the political cliff.
One of the amazing things about this country is that the middle class
doesn't hate the rich. We are not a society divided by economic castes.
Yes, there are real issues as the gap between the top and the middle,
between CEOs and those in good but not great jobs, grows. But beginning a
new term with what will look to many like a class war is not the way to
fulfill the real mandate of this election, which is to bring us
together, not turn us against each other.
To find out more about Susan Estrich, who was the campaign director of Michael Dukakis' 1988 Presidential campaign, and read features by other
Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate
website at www.creators.com.
Earth to Susan: Have you not been listening to Obama for the last 6 years? If you are single and make over $200,000 or married and earn over $250,000 with a spouse, you are considered a "millionaire and billionaire"?
Anyone, who believed otherwise and voted for Obama, deserves to be hit with higher taxes; however, the rest of us shouldn't have to pay for their stupidity.
Anyone, who believed otherwise and voted for Obama, deserves to be hit with higher taxes; however, the rest of us shouldn't have to pay for their stupidity.
Sunny Afternoon - The Kinks
The tax man's taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can't sail my yacht,
He's taken everythin' I've got,
All I've got's this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Tellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I'm sittin' here,
Sippin' at my ice cool beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
The tax man's taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can't sail my yacht,
He's taken everythin' I've got,
All I've got's this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Tellin' tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I'm sittin' here,
Sippin' at my ice cool beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
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