“The whole world’s gone tax-y, you ask me. They’ve all got their hands out, every last one of them pol-ee-ticians. You own property?”
“Look, I’m trying to catch a plane here …”
“Big-timer, huh? Well, maybe it don’t matter to you none, but when all you’ve got’s a shack in the ‘burbs, and the downturn’s cut its market price in half, it hurts, brother. But does the property tax go down with the market? Hell, no. And they give you like thirty days to file a protest, and for what? The only way you’re likely to get a cut is on your hands, from all them papers you have to fill out.”
“Fine. I’ll catch the bus to the airport.”
“So you didn’t get an income tax refund either. I’m telling you, we’re all going bust. If things don’t change soon … Hey, come back here! I ain’t even started complaining about the damned stimulus yet …!”
– O Ceallaigh
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