Gramps
Mayor
I imagine when all is said and done they will get their come-uppings, a few slaps on the wrist and a few people taking a tumble from their cushy jobs but, over all they will never reap the harvest they've earned for decades taking people to task for errors that we not actually criminal but that they just had to have to appease their appetite to harrass people.
If you think groups like those tea partiers is bad, try one on for single individual who never gets help from outside sources and has to go it alone.
Forty some years ago I had my turn in the sweatbox in a case where the very forms I filed the IRS was involved in at the time of filing and which two years later they insisted were wrong and took me to task in a fashion normally (or so I thought) was reserved for the ten most wanted individuals.
My attorney said from the beginning that I was right and they were wrong but "with those guys you just have to weather out the storm and hope we can seel the court on our facts".
Well, they harrassed me for months, sent agents by to question me and hassle me until, finally one day, the agent was a woman who really laid into me. So, was I pissed? Indeed. And I told her I'd had it with the treatment and they should not have sent a woman to do a man's job because if she continued to hassle me I was going to pitch her out of my house onto her ass.
WE-L-L-L-L, needless to say my lawyer was pissed at me but as I told him it was me and not him who'd been mistreated for a long time and I had reached a point where I could care less (and I had).
Well, our day in court came. My attorney picked me up at my house, saying parking was a problem around the federal building so I'd best ride with him. We arrived. He parked, didn't even put a dime in the meter, and said, let's go. When I asked about the parking fees he said "I don't really intend to be here very long".
We waited in the hall. Finally (it was a chilly daay) three gents wearing overcoats with turned-u collars came intohe hallway. When they spotted my attorney they motioned for him to come and talk with them. He told me, "with your temper you'd best stay right here." I did. They chatted. a few moments passed, he came back and said, "Let's go home," and I said, "what about the trial," and he informed me the charges were dropped and as an investigation decided my forms had been right to begin with."
And I said what about all of this BS they put me through, including your fees, and he said, "Well, that's one of thos 'how the cookies crumble things.' and went on to suggest I fine a short form for the next three years if I didn't want to be continually harrassed by them and time would heal the wound I had inflicked on them for being wrong."
Need I say more? No. That's how it happend and how it ended and I have been very careful since that day to NOT piss them off even though filing a short form did cost me some bucks for the following three years.
Trust me. The scales of justice regarding taxes and payers and collectors will never balance but, what can I say/
Gramps
If you think groups like those tea partiers is bad, try one on for single individual who never gets help from outside sources and has to go it alone.
Forty some years ago I had my turn in the sweatbox in a case where the very forms I filed the IRS was involved in at the time of filing and which two years later they insisted were wrong and took me to task in a fashion normally (or so I thought) was reserved for the ten most wanted individuals.
My attorney said from the beginning that I was right and they were wrong but "with those guys you just have to weather out the storm and hope we can seel the court on our facts".
Well, they harrassed me for months, sent agents by to question me and hassle me until, finally one day, the agent was a woman who really laid into me. So, was I pissed? Indeed. And I told her I'd had it with the treatment and they should not have sent a woman to do a man's job because if she continued to hassle me I was going to pitch her out of my house onto her ass.
WE-L-L-L-L, needless to say my lawyer was pissed at me but as I told him it was me and not him who'd been mistreated for a long time and I had reached a point where I could care less (and I had).
Well, our day in court came. My attorney picked me up at my house, saying parking was a problem around the federal building so I'd best ride with him. We arrived. He parked, didn't even put a dime in the meter, and said, let's go. When I asked about the parking fees he said "I don't really intend to be here very long".
We waited in the hall. Finally (it was a chilly daay) three gents wearing overcoats with turned-u collars came intohe hallway. When they spotted my attorney they motioned for him to come and talk with them. He told me, "with your temper you'd best stay right here." I did. They chatted. a few moments passed, he came back and said, "Let's go home," and I said, "what about the trial," and he informed me the charges were dropped and as an investigation decided my forms had been right to begin with."
And I said what about all of this BS they put me through, including your fees, and he said, "Well, that's one of thos 'how the cookies crumble things.' and went on to suggest I fine a short form for the next three years if I didn't want to be continually harrassed by them and time would heal the wound I had inflicked on them for being wrong."
Need I say more? No. That's how it happend and how it ended and I have been very careful since that day to NOT piss them off even though filing a short form did cost me some bucks for the following three years.
Trust me. The scales of justice regarding taxes and payers and collectors will never balance but, what can I say/
Gramps
