I have a few other posts sitting in the queue, but I need to get this off my chest. This Timothy Geithner thing. You know, the guy who’s about to be confirmed as our next Secretary of the Treasury, but who “unintentionally” and “carelessly” neglected to pay all of his taxes in 2001, 2002, 2003, and 2004. That’s right:
You and I, gentle reader, should be so careless.
Every time I get back from dropping some stuff off at ARC, Mrs. Stagger is nagging at me for the receipt. Getting things lined up, doncha know, for the IRS audit that we’ve been programed to believe could descend out of a black helicopter onto our middle class heads. Masters of the Universe like Sir Timothy don’t sweat the small stuff. They send their kids to summer camp and blithely write it off as child care; they employ undocumented nannies. They like, you know, totally blank-out on tens of thousands in taxes while peddling their expertise to the International Monetary Fund. That’s right:
We’re, what?, three days into a new era of ethics and “government that works” and Obama’s calling this “a common mistake on his taxes.”
Okay, maybe despair is a little strong. Sigh and roll your eyes, at least.