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Originally posted by: DonDiego
DonDiego is confused, . . . again, . . .
All he sees on this thread is bitchin', bitchin', and after that there's some more bitchin', . . .
And then, . . . someone starts bitchin' back, . . .
Poor old DonDiego recognizes that tax codes across the USofA are numerous and different, . . . and they've evolved over the years to:
i. collect taxes for Government functions
ii. encourage/discourage citizens from certain financial activities and other activities, . . . like to encourage home-buying
iii. do other stuff
So corrections to the tax code(s) may not be easy.
But could someone bitchin' please:
i. state the problem (or a problem if'n there's more'n one) [DonDiego'd be a mite disingenuous if'n he pretended it was just one simple problem.]
ii. propose a solution (to the problem or problems) which can then be discussed reasonably.
Or, if'n the posters prefer, . . . jes' keep on bitchin'.
***EDITED TO ADD***
For the record poor old DonDiego is unlikely to base his choice for an elected official on what or the manner in which he ingests his lunch.
For the record DonDiego has eaten, eats, and is likely to eat a hot dog with the following ingredients, . . . individually or in some combination: mustard, ketchup, cheese, onions, hot peppers, sauerkraut, relish, chili, Miracle Whip, lettuce, tomato, and pr'bly some others he cain't remember.
Screw Dirty Harry !
Oh, . . . and when poor old DonDiego was a youngster he would occasionally eat mustard-bread, jes' like butter-bread but with mustard instead.
Don Diego is bitchin' about bitchin'. Bitchin'!
