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This post is in: Domestic Politics
The CalPundit has a post up outlining what a millionaire pays in taxes:
Well, on the generous assumption that that million dollars is pure salary, our millionaire probably pays about $300,000 in federal taxes. Out of that, he pays about $5,000 to Social Security, $15,000 to Medicare, and roughly $70,000 toward the social welfare programs that make up approximately a quarter of the rest of the federal budget.
That’s a total of $90,000 out of that million bucks. The rest of his taxes
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If you look to the right, you will notice several new blogs that I have added to the roll.
This post is in: Previous Site Maintenance
Damian Penny has moved to a brand new site and has shed his blogger past for the wonders of Movable Type.
Fix your links.
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This post is in: Outrage
How hard do you have to work to make me feel bad for Howell Raines and the NY Times? About this hard (if the Drudge snippets are to be believed):
This post is in: Humorous
Generally, I don’t post jokes, but this one had me laughing hysterically. A friend sent it to me, so many ofyou have probably seen it, but here it is anyway:
WHY I FIRED MY SECRETARY
Two weeks ago was my 35th birthday and I wasn’t feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say “Happy Birthday” and probably have a present for me.
She didn’t even say “Good Morning” let alone any “Happy Birthday.”
I thought, “Well, that’s wives for you, the children will remember.” The children came in to breakfast and didn’t say a word.
When I started to the office I was feeling pretty low and despondent. As I walked into my office my secretary, Janet, said, “Good morning, boss; Happy Birthday.” And I felt a little better; someone had remembered.
I worked until noon. Then, Janet knocked on my door and said, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day outside and it’s your birthday, let’s go to lunch, just you and me.” I said, “By George, that’s the greatest thing I’ve heard all day. Let’s go.”
We went to lunch. We didn’t go where we normally go; we went out to the country to a little private place.
We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously.
On the way back to the office, she said, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day. We don’t need to go back to the office, do we?”
I said, “No, I guess not.”
She said, “Let’s go to my apartment.” After arriving at her apartment she said, “Boss, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll go change.”
“Sure,” I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out carrying a big birthday cake; followed by my wife, children, and dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.
And there I sat… on the couch… naked.
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This post is in: Humorous
I like teasing the French as much as anyone, but this is the most absurd thing I have ever heard:
Bobby French, a prep infielder in Austin, Texas, is on a one-man “Just Say Non” campaign.
In a light-hearted jab at the tensions between France and the United States over the war in Iraq, French has the announcer at Westlake High introduce him as “Bobby Freedom” each time he steps up to bat.
As his coach, Jim Darilek, told the Austin American-Statesman: “He thinks it’s pretty cool.”
It also explains why he tends to lay off the high fromage.
Bobby Freedom?
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This post is in: General Stupidity
Drudge is headlining the following story:
Rep. Dick Gephardt (D-Mo.) has missed 162 votes in the House this year