AUSTIN (KXAN) - After a plane hit the Echelon Building in Northwest AustinThursday morning, people began to ask why a pilot would steer hisplane into a federal building.
Then, a possible suicide note written by the pilot was found onthe Web site for his company, Embedded Art. That site has sincebeen taken down at the request of the FBI.
According to KCRA-TV in California, the Franchise Tax Board hasconfirmed that the license of Software Systems Service Corporationowned by Stack was suspended on June 1, 2004 for not paying 1996 or2002 totaling $1153.00
Also, the other company he had in California - ProwlessEngineering, Inc. - was suspended by the FTB on November 1, 2000for not filing his 1994 tax return.
The note posted on the site Thursday rambles on, attacking thegovernment for his misfortune.
Below is the full note:
If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt askingyourself, “Why did this have to happen?” The simpletruth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a longtime. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended tobe therapy in the face of the looming realization that thereisn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is reallybroken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with exampleafter example if I would let it. I find the process of writing itfrustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especiallygiven my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts inlight of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeuticabout that I’m not sure, but desperate times call fordesperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would beno society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in thiscountry have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for ourdedication and service, our government stands for justice for all.We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in thisplace, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for thenoble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? Oneof these was “no taxation without representation”. Ihave spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crapfrom only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who reallystands up for that principal is promptly labeled a“crackpot”, traitor and worse.
While very few working people would say they haven’t hadtheir fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say witha great degree of certainty that there has never been a politiciancast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests inmind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in meor anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commitunthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, forscores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train tocrash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelmingstupidity, the force of the full federal government has nodifficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours? Yet at thesame time, the joke we call the American medical system, includingthe drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousandsof people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims theycripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this asimportant as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet,the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, andself-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time tosit around for year after year and debate the state of the“terrible health care problem”. It’s clear theysee no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the wayof their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephantconundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entirelegal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, toocomplicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand.Yet, it mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims,claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying withlaws not even the experts understand. The law“requires” a signature on the bottom of a tax filing;yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they aresigning; if that’s not “duress” than what is. Ifthis is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.
How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back inthe early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years ofschool, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompousnotion that I could read and understand plain English. Some friendsintroduced me to a group of people who were having ‘taxcode’ readings and discussions. In particular, zeroed in on asection relating to the wonderful “exemptions” thatmake institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church soincredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help ofsome of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyersin the business), and then began to do exactly what the “bigboys” were doing (except that we weren’t
steeling fromour congregation or lying to the government about our massiveprofits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to makeit all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the lawsaid it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about amuch-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters oforganized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn anhonest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two“interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich,and one for the rest of us… Oh, and the monsters are the veryones making and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still aliveand well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years ofmy life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realizefor the first time that I live in a country with an ideology thatis based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, notonly how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of theAmerican public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crapabout their “freedom”… and that they continue todo so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and allthat keeps happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting ofthe first lesson on what justice really means in this country(around 1984 after making my way through engineering school andstill another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt Ifinally had to take a chance of launching my dream of becoming anindependent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, Ishould digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inheritedthe fascination for creative problem solving from my father. Irealized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much laterduring my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I wasliving on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg,Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemedancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retiredsteel worker. Her husband had worked all his life in the steelmills of central Pennsylvania with promises from big business andthe union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have apension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement.Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because theincompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention thegovernment) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement.All she had was social security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I wasliving on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I couldafford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know thispoor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight thanfor my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front ofme). I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged storiesand commiserated with each other over our situations, when she inher grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be“healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather thantrying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. Icouldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. Idecided that I didn’t trust big business to take care of me,and that I would take responsibility for my own future andmyself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to aterrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contractsoftware engineer... and two years later, thanks to the finebackroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of ArthurAndersen (the very same folks who later brought us Enron and othersuch calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (PatrickMoynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with itssection 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRSSection 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contractengineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conferencecommittee report(http://www.synergistech.com/1706.shtml#ConferenceCommitteeReport)regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and therelevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on howthese laws affect technical services workers and their clients,read our discussion here(http://www.synergistech.com/ic-taxlaw.shtml).
SEC. 1706. TREATMENT OF CERTAIN TECHNICAL PERSONNEL.
(a) IN GENERAL - Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 isamended by adding at the end thereof the following newsubsection:
(d) EXCEPTION. - This section shall not apply in the case of anindividual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer andanother person, provides services for such other person as anengineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst,or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line ofwork.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. - The amendment made by this section shallapply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31,1986.
- "another person" is the
- client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what itis saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line isthat they may as well have put my name right in the text of section(d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they wouldhave came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizenslave. Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocketchange’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing,printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, orslug that might listen; none did, and they universally treated meas if I was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A.freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganizedprofessional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign againstthis atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were beingeasily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were justbeginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their“freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of thetime I was spending on this, I was loosing income that Icouldn’t bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futileexercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is apronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t goingto enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists).This immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of theregulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, ofcourse, was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them intoidle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandonedengineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came theL.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that theydidn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they hadin Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. Theresult was economic devastation in the region that rivaled thewidely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because thegovernment caused it, no one gave a s**t about all of the youngfamilies who lost their homes or street after street of boarded uphouses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who receivedgovernment funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, Ilost my retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constantstruggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I findmyself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Thencame the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided thatall aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; andlong after that, ‘special’ facilities like SanFrancisco were on security alert for months. This made access to mycustomers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they haddone the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billionsof our tax dollars … as usual they left me to rot and diewhile they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MYMONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite yetall of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for achange. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So Imoved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflatedsense of self-importance and where damn little real engineeringwork is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time findingwork. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash,because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four largecompanies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices andwages… and this happens because the justice department is allon the take and doesn’t give a f*** about serving anyone oranything but themselves and their rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings andretirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a yearwith mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed noreturn that year thinking that because I didn’t have anyincome there was no need. The sleazy government decided that theydisagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launcha legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed withthe court I was told I was no longer entitled to due processbecause the time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPAworld, following the business crash I swore that I’d neverenter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with anew marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mentionan expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea howto handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would beirresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that theywere in order.
I had taken all of the years information to BillRoss, and he came back with results very similar to what I wasexpecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents ofSheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To makematters worse, Ross knew all along this was missing and Ididn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle ofthe audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he wasrepresenting himself and not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying todefend transactions that have no relationship to anythingtax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorlydocumented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wifehad no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is…well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the“great” depression and how there were wealthy bankersand businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized theyscrewed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how farwe’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know howto fix that little economic problem; they just steal from themiddle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are ajoke) to cover their asses and it’s“business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy f*** up, thepoor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever,tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referredto as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recentpresidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight yearscertainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism ringsequally true for all of the government. Nothing changes unlessthere is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthysows at the government trough). In a government full of hypocritesfrom top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and theirself-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all Ican stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dyingfor their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited tothe blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countlessbefore me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also knowthat by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing willchange. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “bigbrother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignorewhat is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend thatbusiness as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be whitewashed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; itwill take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nervethat stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerkgovernment reaction that results in more stupid draconianrestrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous politicalthugs and their mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though Ispent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, butviolence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The crueljoke is that the really big chunks of s*** at the top have knownthis all along and have been laughing, at and using this awarenessagainst, fools like me all along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity isrepeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcometo suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity.Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different;take my pound of flesh and sleep well.
The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to eachaccording to his need.
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, toeach according to his greed.
Joe Stack (1956-2010)
Late Saturday night into early Sunday morning, a light band of freezing drizzle traversed the I-35 corridor eastward. With sub-freezing temperatures, even the light precipitation created major problems.
APD is responding to a 25 vehicle accident near the 5400 block of Ed Bluestein near Thurgood Ave.
A man is dead after being hit by several vehicles in the eastbound lane of Highway 71 Saturday night.
A representative at the Fayette County Sheriff's office said that Fayette County is effectively shut down due to icy conditions.
The Austin City Council is set to vote Thursday on design changes for the Auditorium Shores Dog Park.
Bryce Petty threw touchdown passes on the first two drives of the second half for No. 9 Baylor and the Bears won their first Big 12 title and a Fiesta Bowl berth with a 30-10 victory over No. 23 Texas on Saturday.