Frugal Tax Resister Diaries

[AL the Inconspicuous]

Tax resistance day #2073 (since the April 15th when I decided not to file an income tax return, and haven't since) --

Today the motor in the fancy schmancy nose hair trimmer from my former life finally broke.  That was a moment of truth, a test of my commitment to avoid all unnecessary purchases that come from outside the underground "tax resistance economy".  The weaker aspects of my nature wanted to just order a new one online - oh, hell no!  What did John Rambo do in First Blood after falling from a cliff and using some trees to break his fall, tearing him open?  Did he go to some government taxed / subsidized / regulated stitch-me-up shop for help?  Hell no, he got out some needle and thread and helped himself!  Likewise, this heroic tax resister found him some old pliers!  Take that, commie scum!

[marrylhyn07]

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[BonerJoe]

Jesus Niggers.

[AL the Inconspicuous]

People on the Internet are getting dumber!  In the early 1990s only über-geeks like me knew how to use it, and now any barely-literate savage can be trained to turk together forum spam messages for a living.  And, at the same time, artificial intelligence algorithms will continue to improve, so it will get ever-harder to tell if you're dealing with a real person or not... 


Anyways, back to the diary.  Walking 4-5 hours to the farmer's market, and taking a taxi back with the goods.  Good exercise.  No government license required.  Always tempted by the convenience stores and fast food places I pass on the way, but no means no.  I only allow myself to buy things that can be locally grown, in their natural state, tax free.  Will eventually only be buying food grown by other dissidents, or growing my own.  Don't ask where I am, cause I ain't all there yet, but I will be...  Someday  ... ... ... ... ... .

For all this walking in this weather I like to err on the side of caution - two pairs of socks, warm boots, warm jeans, long-sleeve shirt, a very warm sweater, a warm hooded jacket that zips to my lower lip (never liked scarfs), thick gloves, and a warm Russian hat.  (One thing I especially like about Russian hats is that one can't ever know if it's bulletproof.  Yes, I think about stuff like that.  Guns may get the glory, but it's bulletproofing that wins the game!)  No need for long-johns or multiple layers of heavy sweaters here - Alaska ain't got nothing on me!  Only the air feels mildly cold getting out the door early in the morning, but by the time I get there it's like 120 degrees under my clothes!  Well, that's why I took an empty backpack - to get some layers off as it gets warmer.

People with cars look at me funny, but fuck if I care!  Tax resistance cures anything resembling the so-called "social anxiety disorder" dead in its tracks!

[Sam Gunn (since nobody got Admiral Naismith)]

  Don't ask where I am, cause I ain't all there yet, but I will be...  Someday  ... ... ... ... ... .

[AL the Inconspicuous]

(Self-deprication intentional.)

[AL the Inconspicuous]

Tax resistance day #2094...

Spent an hour today sewing socks and stuff...  Yes me, myself.  Me!

Man, when I was a yuppie I'd make like $60+ in that hour instead, which is why I threw away a piece of clothing if it even looked at me funny.  I actually would treat cotton underwear as a disposable commodity on short business trips, when I didn't want to waste time on laundry while there and didn't want the nice government security people to have to go through the unwashed undies in my luggage on my flight back. 

Not anymore - Free State grown hemp clothes are still some time away, and buying anything new means being a part of the above-ground government-worshiping economy...  So I remembered what my grandma taught me in the Old Country, got some needle and thread, managed to get the thread into the microscopic motherfucking hole (no pedophile jokes please), and went to it...  (While listening to FTL of course.)

With my fat lazy fingers...

Stitch after clumsy stitch...

[Bill Brasky]

Go to a thrift store.  Obviously the Salvation Army will rub you the wrong way, find a privately owned shop. 

[AL the Inconspicuous]

I ain't no charity case, thank you very much.  In fact I still manage to give to charity a little bit, even though I'm broke (or at least the IRS thinks I am).  Flea markets are much better - unlicensed P2P capitalism at the grassroots level!

[AL the Inconspicuous]

Tax resistance day #2138...

A friendly person, upon finding out that my mega-backpack is so heavy that he can't even lift it off the ground, asked me the obvious questions: why I don't drive, why I don't take the bus (I do sometimes, but only as a last resort), and then he asked me why I don't get me a bike with a cargo cart.

I'm not exactly sure what a pedal-powered bike that can carry that much weight would look like (anything motorized will require a government license), but I have additional reasons to avoid biking along with driving.  First of all, the reason why I stopped biking back in New Jersey has to do with government force and the STUPID requirement that I bike on the right side of the road, where any drunk driver or whatever can hit me without me seeing him coming.  A more definitive reason is what I call "pavement benefits".

I'm not using a government road, see - I'm just walking through a clearing.  I don't care if it's paved or not.  If I was riding a bike, on the other hand, especially one with a big cargo attachment of some sort, then I'd definitely be benefiting from the government pavement.  I like to avoid that whenever humanly possible.

[Bill Brasky]

I ain't no charity case, thank you very much.  In fact I still manage to give to charity a little bit, even though I'm broke (or at least the IRS thinks I am).  Flea markets are much better - unlicensed P2P capitalism at the grassroots level!

Skipping over the bike comment...

I know a woman who runs a private consignment shop.  Buying from them benefits the community and its not uncommon to find new items donated to thrift or consigned for cash at the consignment shops - half of that goes back into the pocket of the seller.  The other half is profit for the store owner, which continues the cycle of keeping her establishment open.  Its also not uncommon for them to ring you out with an open drawer, so think about that. 

Eight bucks for a pair of Levi's, the tax already paid?  Shit.  I don't care if they're worn a few times for that price.

[AL the Inconspicuous]

No thank you.  After moving out of my yuppie apartment I've discovered that I had like 10x more clothes than I really needed, and I still have way more than I'll need for many years to come.  And those Free-Stater-made hemp / leather / etc clothes ought to be available eventually... 

[Bill Brasky]

Dude, can't use leather.  Subsidy product, you know. 

[AL the Inconspicuous]

Not necessarily.  Oh, and here's my future winter coat airing itself out in a flower field:

[Bill Brasky]

Not necessarily. 

Right, because it only fits when you're arguing con.