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Yes, I've lost my mind, so pretend you didn't hear me talk about this.
At one time IRS planned to offer free online tax prep and e-filing for everyone. As you might imagine, companies who've invested millions of dollars in the development of tax prep software weren't happy about it.
My guess is that this IRS program represents a compromise that allows IRS to offer some taxpayers free online computerized preparation together with free e-filing but retains some cost recovery and profits for the tax software prep industry. Too bad IRS didn't develop this system ten or fifteen years ago when the online world was in it's infancy.
Brian Doherty points out that we don't need Di Fi's Retina Scans on our driver's licenses any longer. Were getting something better. Real ID and a big wall across our southern border (Ok, Brian's piece isn't about the fence).
And as everyone knows, this wall is important because those guys that took down the buildings in NY all hiked across the border from Nogales and then picked lettuce in Tulare to pay for their Tuesday night Flying Airplanes Into Buildings lessons.
In a nation where federalism is meant to be a founding standard, not a bitter joke, the feds don't even order the states to give up on their former prerogative of running driver's license bureaus—because they don't have to. The feds are so thoroughly in charge in this abusive federal relationship that they know, as with issues like speed limits and drug laws, they are going to win no matter what the states—or, God forbid, citizens—want.
They'll allow you to complain about this stuff, you just can't do anything about it. And don't you EVER doubt who is in charge here.
Hey, I got a good idea, let's send them more taxes.
"In the 19th century, it was sufficient to ask who you are. In the 20th century, it was sufficient to show who you are. In the 21st century you will have to prove who you are."—Tate Preston, VP at Datacard Group
That'll make the tin foil hat crowd crazy for weeks.
Although today marks the 60th anniversary of the beginning of the assault on Iwo Jima, the actual flag raising on Mt Suribachi took place February 23, 1945.
A quirk of history. A matter of orders. Of being in the wrong place, or perhaps the right place, at just exactly the right time. The result? Six decades later, give or take a few months, TWC sat sharing a good bottle of red wine and a liesurely lunch with a friend named Ron. This is his story:
My dad was a Marine amphibious tank commander and Iwo Jima was the third island he invaded. The captain that died instead of Dad was killed on Saipan or Tinian, whichever came first, the very first time the amphibious tanks were used.
Dad was the squad leader whose job it was to guide the tanks onto the beach from his lookout position on the turret top. The captain had been the training officer at Camp Pendleton, and as this was the first time the tanks were used in combat, he wanted to take the lead. Dad protested to no avail, thank God for my sake. The captain was well liked, and his loss was taken hard by everyone.
Normally the tanks were the first ones on the beach, but because of the volcanic sand on Iwo, they couldn't get out of the water because they were unable to climb over a ledge of volcanic sand. They were then sent out just off the coast and lobbed shells into caves that were visible in the cliffs below where the famous flag raising took place. That was probably very lucky for him (and me), as the tanks were not very well armored and there were numerous casualties in the previous landings.
That was the third and last beach invasion for Dad; he then went off and played baseball for the Pacific Division Marine team after they discovered he had played pro ball before the war.
Reading your account I feel very fortunate to be here today. Thanks.
And so Ron's destiny, his place in the great American post-war baby boom, is intimately tied to the battle-borne decision of a Marine Corps Captain and an unexpected ridge of volcanic sand.
The account Ron refers to follows and was originally written for Veterans Day 2004.
For most Americans, Jack Webb & Joe Friday were synonymous. For those of us who signed on for that special camping trip in San Diego sponsored by Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, Jack Webb symbolized something entirely different.
But, before I get distracted by THAT tangent take a peek at this classic Johnny Carson bit with the ever-stoic Jack Webb.
I tried Google's desktop search program a while back for about six or eight weeks. It was kind of cool but I was never sure whether it was slowing down the computer or not. I suspected it was, so I uninstalled it but never got a chance to check it out before tax season and another new computer took precedence.