In Memory Of Uncle Cecil

Each year on this day I post this story to my friends,associates and interested people who fear and loathe the IRS.

Many years ago, when I was just a pup, I would visit my Uncle Cecil in rural Alabama. We would ride his horses, wander through the beautiful forests, and at the day's end, we would eat a country style dinner together. The food was incredible. He grew the vegetables, raised the turkeys, and gathered the honey from his own hives. Even the water seemed sweeter that the chlorinated, fluorinated, H2O found in the city.

Well not anymore! You see, Uncle Cecil isn't with us anymore. While I was attending elementary school in Baton Rouge, Louisiana uncle Cecil was attending an audit by the IRS. Uncle Cecil didn't believe in credit. He did most things with cash. Like he always said, "If I can't pay for it then I probably don't need it." For years, knowing the tractor, truck, and combine would eventually wear out; he saved his money dollar-by-dollar, dime-by-dime, until he had the cash to buy the needed replacements.

He had a safe under the floorboards of the corn-crib in the barn where he kept his savings because Uncle Cecil didn't much care for the Banks. He called them usurers and rightfully so.

That eventful day came and it was time to replace the antiques he had so carefully repaired and maintenance over the many years. It was a special day when he went to town to visit the Massey Ferguson salesman. They were both Deacons in the church and it was more like the meeting of two old friends instead of a sales contract. He found what he needed and then went to the Ford dealership and picked out the dump truck of his dreams. When spring came, he was ready to work his farm with pride. When the first of January came he was also ready to file his income taxes as he had faithfully done for decades. Before the deadline had been reached for filing, he had already been contacted to come in for an audit.

Being a Godly man and an honest man he feared not, thinking there must have been an addition mistake or something equally insignificant. The IRS agent was very offensive and literally attacked him upon entering the office. The auditor wanted to know where he got so much cash and why did he pay cash for such expensive equipment? Then they demanded the receipts for proof. Well one thing lead to another and Cecil couldn't find the cash receipts and hadn't a clue as to how he might show where the money originated in the first place. The IRS agent made several visits to his farm and was eventually overheard, by my Aunt, to tell Cecil. "I will take your farm, equipment, and livestock if you don't immediately comply and pay the penalties on the unexplained, unreported, income." Through some nebulous formula, the IRS said Cecil owed $40,000.00 in back taxes and then they even threatened him with prison time.

Later that evening, after supper, Cecil went to the barn where he had searched a dozen times for the receipts, and took the rat-gun from the wall and blew his brains out. He couldn't stand the coming embarrassment of losing the family farm and being humiliated in front of the church where he had been an officiate for so many years. The "shame" of being branded as a "TaxDodger" was more than he could bear. He loved his country and was a patriot parexcellence. He always believed in paying his fair share. He never cheated anyone especially his countries government.

Cecil didn't know the IRS was nothing more than an armed contingent and collection agent for the Federal Reserve System which isn't federal, has NO reserves of any kind, and isn't a system but rather a For Profit cartel. He didn't know there is NO law anywhere that states a citizen owes any tax on earned income. He didn't know that NONE of the tax money collected goes toward paying the bills and expenses of running the government. In essence, a gang of illegal thugs that make the Mafia pale in comparison tricked him. He died for NOTHING! 

This year it is of special importance to me to see so many wonderful citizens waking up and challenging the illegal income tax. There are literally thousands of tax protests this day mostly because people like: The Heritage Foundation, We the People, and dozens of others. We can thank the Internet for this awakening.

The only solace I have is knowing that the thugs that caused the death of my Uncle will burn in hell and that hell will be that much hotter, fueled by the 40,000 plus pages of the tax code. I also know that Cecil will never again have to suffer the indignities of the IRS because they will reside in very different realms of the hereafter. Raise your voices, raise your fists, and above all, raise your consciousness. Lets do away with the last vestiges of slavery in this country and eliminate the IRS! John Morgan Duty II CD Commissioner 5th District Spokane County, WA  Morgan,

This message brought to you compliments of the 1st Amendment and the Constitution of the United States (VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW)

"If we run into such [government] debts, as that we must be taxed in our meat and in our drink, in our necessaries and our comforts, in our labors and our amusements, for our callings and our creeds, as the people of England are, our people, like them, must come to labor sixteen hours in twenty-four, give the earnings of fifteen of these to the government for their debts and daily expenses, and the sixteenth being insufficient to afford us bread, we must live, as they now do, on oatmeal and potatoes,have no time to think, no means of calling the mismanagers to account; but be glad to obtain subsistence by hiring ourselves to rivet their chains on the necks of our fellow-suffers." --Thomas Jefferson