Humor, I think.

> Income tax 2005
> > Yesterday, I finished making out my income tax and calculated my tax on
> an income of $523,984.56 and was most annoyed at the amount of income
> tax I had to pay. So I called The White House to complain.
>
> Naturally, when you call there, you get a switchboard, and after
> explaining my predicament, the switchboard operator said: "Oh dear,
> there IS indeed a problem; the wealthy aren't supposed to pay their fair
> share under the president's tax cut plan, and your income qualifies you
> as wealthy. Why, based on what you say, you're paying like you're one
> of the middle class. I'd better let you speak to the president." And
> before you know it, lickety-split, his royal highness was on the line.
>
> I had never been able to speak to a president one-on-one, and even
> though this was Bush, who has only a few more functioning brain cells
> than most of his supporters inhe STILL was the president. Adopting a very
> humble and subservient demeanor, I explained the problem to him. I also
> added that I was impressed as hell about speaking directly to the
> president.
>
> "Hell," he said, "you shouldn't be impressed. We make time for the
> wealthy. Unless you're a Democrat. Why we're running the country for
> YOUR benefit. So we ALWAYS have time for you. It's only the riff-raff
> who work for a living and make middle-class wages and who don't own
> their own businesses that we don't have time for. Why, with your
> income, just leave your name with the operator. She'll give you the
> private number so that next time you call, you won't even have to go
> through the switchboard. Now what can we do for you?"
>
> Patiently, I explained my problem again, and with a sympathetic ear, the
> president listened and said, "that's very serious. Somehow, you slipped
> through the cracks, and if it happened to you, why, it might just happen
> to other wealthy people. We can't have you wealthy people paying taxes;
> it would defeat the purpose of my tax cuts. Taxes are only for the
> middle-class and those old farts on Social Security." I agreed, and
> asked the president what is to be done?
>
> "Jesus," he said, "I don't have a clue; I'll have to ask Donald
> Rumsfeld." "But," I said, "you're the president. Doesn't the buck stop
> with you? Can't you make a decision?" Now, for the first time, I began
> to detect a less than pleasant tone in the president. "Look," he said:
> "I don't make any decisions that I'm not told to make and haven't been
> already made by Cheney and Rumsfeld. Do you actually think I know how
> to run this show? Rumsfeld and Cheney are the brains who tell me what
> to do. And you're just going to have to wait, because Rumsfeld is on
> vacation and Cheney has to take care of Haliburton's business. It seems
> someone screwed up and they haven't stole,...er, I mean made enough off
> their Government contracts. If this was a couple of months ago, I could
> have asked either DeLay, Cunningham or Scooter Libby, in Rumsefled and
> Cheney's absence. But they're all in jail now."
>
> "OK," I said. "But when do you think you'll get back to me? After all,
> there is a deadline on when I have to file." Now, he became pleasant
> again, and said: "Don't let that little thing bother you. We don't
> have to obey any laws. Haven't you been reading the papers lately?
> They're only for dummies like the middle class and Democrats, who
> actually believe that The Constitution has to be obeyed by Government.
> And besides, we now control the Supreme Court. They know who they have
> to back up. You just sit tight and keep your money. And you can take
> that to the bank."
>
> So I hung up and felt better, saying to myself: "Isn't America Great?"