Personal Strike Stories
Posted by eskslo 12 years, 2 months ago to The Gulch: General
I have noticed several members mention that they are or have been on strike. I am not myself (I will explain more later today on my intro), but I have considered it and an fascinated to hear some real life stories. Anyone interested in sharing? Or if there are previously posted stories please point me in the right direction.
While sorting all of this out the following passage from Atlas Shrugged lingered in my head:
It was worth whatever it cost me. I could afford the price of that show. What's a burning city compared to tearing the lid off hell and letting all men see it?
I have not been back to the old office since I left. Reports from different people say the place is not operating efficiently. Words like "crazier around here than I even imagined" and "bottlenecks" have described the new environment. So what do I do? Just like Atlas I shrug.
Ayn got it right. In so many ways. On so many levels.
For the last 10 years or so I have been running a reasonably successful dive bar. And in doing so, I am on strike.
It's not that the business doesn't require a huge amount of effort to operate profitably; it does. Just ask any other bar owner you may run into. And while I still work hard, I consider this endeavor's contribution back to our moocher society to be minimal, at best.
You see, like Hugh Akston and his diner, I have chosen not to use my skills and training to benefit those who want to reward my efforts by looting me of the fruits of those efforts. Instead, I use them on projects that amuse me and maybe a few of my customers.
Like Galt, I too am an engineer. I have degrees from MIT. I have patents. I have run more than one multi-million dollar hi-tech company. But no more. I am on strike. When California (and the Feds) sees fit to take more than 50% of what I produce / earn, then I simply stop producing.
And what I find most depressing is what happened last November. I cannot recall an election where the choice between the producers and the moochers was more stark. And yet the moochers prevailed. We now live in a society where the majority feels a moral right to take what they want/need from the minority without compensation. It's a slippery slope from which I cannot see a recovery. But unfortunately we do not live in Galt's world. Our decline will be more gradual, playing out over multiple generations. But make no mistake, the scales have tipped and the decline has begun.
And I remain on strike.
And I pray that my assessment is wrong.
Then I turn around and those who pledge to support "we the people" fight everything we try to do. In ASII Ken Daninger says the "government takes what it wants ans taxes what is left". Man oh man, truer words were never spoken. If you are a "good business" and make green products today, you can write your ticket for stimulus money, special incentives for government purchase agents and so on. But if you work with coal or oil, well, you just might be closed down. All green jobs are "vital", while jobs in coal mines and oil fields must be sacrificed.
The IRS are the storm troopers these days and far too many people find themselves in the place I was. Thanks for the suggestion about getting representation, my accountant did as much as he could to help. He told me that he'd never seen anybody go through so much who did nothing wrong.
There is one lesson I learned from this, the IRS always assumes you are guilty before you prove yourself innocent. I thought at one point we were going to lose our large home (which I built myself), our cars and camper and be left on the street - guilty of the crime of being a innocent man.
Now, my wife and I travel, looking for our "valley" and when I find it, I'll buy it (or as much as I can afford) and shrug off everything that ties us in a state that's become oppressive in a nation becoming oppressive. I hope we may yet find happiness in my chosen occupation.
A occupation I will not profit the looters with or feed the moochers with. The proceeds will be mine. Until then, like I said, I'm on Strike.
I know of five cases similar to yours over the last ten years, where people I know were simply bankrupted by the process. Finances, businesses, families and marriages by the wayside… Terrible. We need a fair tax.
Congratulations on your strike.
O.A.
IRS: Guilty until proven Innocent...on your own dime of course.
Congratulations on your strike.
After the 2008 election my business like so many other retail businesses suffered a loss in sales and of course income. Since I have another fixed source of personal income, and the fact that I took on no debt to build my business, I felt confident that I could weather any storm. To this point I took no income from the business, choosing to put all profit back into the studio, equipment and supplies.
For the next two years we watched every dime, paid all our bills, expanded into wholesale markets and worked to build an additional internet market for my product. We did everything right, covered all the bases and filed sales taxes, filed income tax statements and to outward appearances, we seemed successful except we still never took a salary, but I was happy that what I was working toward was a future where we would reap the benefits of our labors.
Then one day late in 2010, I received a letter from the IRS informing me that they were going to audit my business, my personal filings and bank accounts. Although there was going to be some effort required to gather 3 years of statements, copies of filings, deposit slips, sales tax payments and all the rest, I knew I had filed everything correctly and the accountant I hired to file my taxes was a old, established firm I had confidence in. A few days and I had everything in one big file box, copies of everything, financial statements or each year and proof of where every dollar of income I had came from.
The two agents came to my business on a day we were closed and I laid everything out for them, gave them copies of everything, and as they ran the numbers, they agreed that indeed I had actually not taken any income, that every dollar that had entered my cash register was accounted for, and finally informed me that this was the problem - they did not believe that anyone would do what I did without hiding income somewhere. That our lifestyle mandated that we had more income than they could account for.
We then spent 6 months confirming every dollar we had earned, every capital gain, every cent of savings interest and how I'd taken a tax exempt settlement 15 years back. After all that they finally conceded that yes, I was a rare person who was actually 100% honest in all ways with my tax reporting and I owed nothing. I felt like I'd been beat to a pulp by then but I was relieved that this might be over. I was so relieved that I almost missed the next thing they told me. They added that there was a certain change that needed to be filed, that it did not change a thing, it was a correction and the agents assistant walked me through the form.
As I placed the form into the mail, I really assumed the grief was over. Foolish me. Two weeks latter another letter arrived informing me that a change had been entered to my filing that increased my tax liability in the amount of $145,000!!! I just lost the next few minutes. When my blood pressure finnaly lowered enough that I could see to read I quickly discovered that the person who had input the data into the computer had made a error and multiplied one number 10 times the real number.
A quick call to the investigating agents office reveiled what I could expect for the next year. "Oh, our people could not have made a mistake like that" was a phrase I soon got familiar with, along wit "if you pay this now, we will refund it to you when the entry problem is solved" sure you will. Then they began to ask for me to pay the interest on the amount I did not owe, or else they might be forced to freeze my bank accounts.
Almost a year of this, while I'm trying to run a business that was just getting by. The business I loved, the work I got out of bed for, the craft I'd spent years to perfect and the 6 years of university training I'd spent acquiring the needed skills was being used as a club against me each time I unlocked the door.
A year after it started there in the mail was the letter confirming that all claims against me had been dropped and that I owed nothing to the IRS - I was a free man - according to the government.
A couple events came together and a few weeks later a lady in town asked me if I'd ever consider selling my place. I thought about all that had taken place. The grief, the fear and frustration, all of it flashed in my mind for the long span of 15 seconds and I answered, yes I am. I sold it to her for $100 less than I'd invested. The IRS got nothing from me, my labor or my future.
I'm on STRIKE
We lost contact, but I do not doubt for one minute that his father left that hellhole and made his millions again.
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