So I am up late doing my taxes. What? You are surprised that I leave this to the last minute? Well, since I have income other than the day job (weddings, funerals, some speaking engagements, etc.) I always end up owing extra to the Tax Man, and I figure, “why rush to hear the bad news?”
What music am I listening to as I undertake this annual ritual? How could it be anything other than Les Miserables? Can you hear the people sing?
I don’t begrudge the government taxation that benefits the common good. I don’t have a problem with the amount of taxes I pay. I am grateful that I have a job and enough extra income that I have to fork over some extra money as my share.
But I certainly have a big issue with how this money is being spent. Trillions of dollars for the crooks, fools, thieves, and sociopaths on Wall Street. More trillions for wars that maintain our Empire and enrich the American corporate aristocracy and leave mountains of skulls in the desert as monuments to our arrogance and hubris.
That’s why I’m sending a message (copy below) to my political representatives at the same time that I mail my taxes later today. I hope everyone who reads this will take the time to write similar rants and send them to our ruling authorities.
NB: The title of this post, and its use in my rant to all politicians below, is not meant as a reasoned or prudent theological statement. I think it does qualify, however, as an emotional cry of theological protest, and I invite all to join me in this fervent prayer of deliverance from the grave demonic evil that possesses Congress, the White House, the Supreme Court, and the governments of all the fifty states.
Begin rant. . .
Dear Representative Mary Fallin, Senator Tom Coburn, Senator James Inhofe, President Barak Obama, Governor Brad Henry,
On this Tax Day 2009, I write to denounce each and every one of you as thieves, liars, and murderers. You have drunk deeply of the bitter wine of unjust war, and your hands drip with the blood of your victims. The stench of death is upon you, and the voices of those who have died in the unjust wars you so gloriously support cry out to history for justice and remembrance.
You mortgaged this nation and the income of our great-grandchildren to give trillions of dollars to the fools, thieves, and crooks of Wall Street and to pay for your blood lust in Iraq and Afghanistan and every other place where you stand for tyranny and evil against that which is good, true, wise, and beautiful.
Every time you open your mouths, lies gush forth like serpents of evil in defense of your frauds and murders. You proclaim, each and every one of you, that evil is good, and good is evil. Your pretensions of piety are hypocrisy. Your proclaimed allegiance to the Constitution is deceit. You abandon the common good so you can whore for the corporate and financial aristocracies. You are the blind leading the blind straight onto the ash heap of history.
I pray that God brings upon you a harvest that is seven times the evil of the bitter seeds you have so prolifically sown in furrows of injustice.
God curse you, Rep. Mary Fallin, Senator James Inhofe, Senator Tom Coburn, President Barak Obama, Governor Brad Henry and all the other politicians responsible for the present situation. God curse you to the deepest depths of hell for the myriad grave evils that you do in this world this day.
It’s not enough to just denounce politicians with our words, although those words are important. If we truly want change, we must give revolutionary meaning to our words by the way we live our lives. As we close our ears to the lies of politicians, plant gardens, buy food directly from farmers, cut up our credit cards, pay off our debts and refuse to borrow any more — when we recycle, reuse, make do, do without, shop at thrift stores, — and when we practice truth, beauty, wisdom, justice, and kindness — we undermine this vicious, filthy, and rotten system and we journey towards a better future, where people like Fallin, and Coburn, and Inhofe, and Henry, and Obama have no more power to hurt, destroy, and steal.
Here’s the Les Miserables epilogue; Can you hear the people sing at 6:58, although I suggest you make the time to listen to the whole 9 minutes or so of music. The lyrics are different from the link above, and they are as important a message for Tax Day as the title of today’s blog entry.
Do you hear the people sing?
Lost in the valley of the night,
It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light.
For the wretched of the earth
there is a flame that never dies,
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
They will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord.
They will walk behind the ploughshare
They will put away the sword.
The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward.
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring when tomorrow comes.