Inauguration of Barack Hussain Obama

 

 

The coming four years will certainly be interesting. America is getting ready to sit its first mulatto president. What really makes this even special is it will be the first president to take office who is not a natural born citizen. Why is this being allowed to happen you might ask. Simple, he is not of the founding stock.  The courts, police, military and government all know that to challenge his inauguration would be to plunge America into a full blow race war. Something that will happen soon anyway but with two wars and a bad economy (due I might add to loans given to minorities) the powers that be have chosen to just throw the constitution under the bus.  America can now plunge into a socialist government where handouts are the norm and personal responsibility and achievement will become unknown.  We all heard the many promises BHO made during his campaign.  Now we will see how many he keeps and how many were just more lies fed to the mindless sheeple that now make up about 60 percent of the American populace.  In closing I leave you with a little poem a friend sent me.  Be sure to read it all and then take a breath, think and you will come to realize just how true the words ring.

 

The Tax Poem

At first I thought this sounded funny…then I realized the awful truth
of it.  Be sure to read all the way to the end!

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed,

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.

Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts
Anyway!

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his a_ _
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers,
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid.

Put these words
Upon his tomb,
‘Taxes drove me to my doom…’

When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Capital Gains Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax

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