Weston, I am not here to provide you with a "link." I have led you on and on, and that has frustrated you. Meanwhile, several other contributors have blown you out of the water over and over -- and that has frustrated you. You are frustrated by your lack of knowledge of the subject matter, and by the fact that you have slowly come to realize that others here have actually read -- and understand -- the legal materials you only claim to have read or understand.Figures, I already knew you were going to be unable to provide a link.
Well, Weston, you got yourself into this; you have only yourself to blame.
Oh, what's the matter Weston? Jealousy is not a constructive emotion, my boy. If you had wanted to be a CPA you could have applied yourself and worked hard and attained that goal. Oh, boo-hoo for you. Move out of momma's basement, kid (because that's where you are, at least mentally).I also knew that you would pretend to be stupid, most likely that is because you really are, stupid that is, (seriously what sort of poor idiot exerts effort and money to become a CPA? Just a bad career move, really!).
No, I never "posted it." And I never said it or wrote it. You obviously have me confused with someone else -- possibly you yourself, Einstein. Can't even keep straight who posted what, eh Weston?I knew you would pretend to not know that incomes has nothing to due with taxing labor, I knew that you would pretend to be so stupid that you would think the income tax a tax for laboring, I knew that you would be so utterly dumb that you would think the XVI Amendment somehow morphed the income tax from the capitation tax. I knew it, even before you posted it.
Translation: Weston is frustrated, and can't come up with anything substantive, so he's dragging his sad ass back to Headquarters for the Tyrannical Response Team, to "stew" around in his own self-pity. Can you say "projection"?Well, since non of you are any longer capable of offering any actual sustenance to the conversation I will give you a few days to pull something out of your sad asses. I will check back in a few days... to you know let you "stew" around in your own pity.
Move out of momma's basement, kid.