Yesterday's snail mail included a piece of correspondence from the IRS. Of all the people or governmental agencies I don't want to hear form, I think the IRS would top the list. The last time I heard from them, they sent me a bill for $40k I didn't owe. The time before it was a bill for $700k I didn't owe. And once upon a time, they saved the postage and dispatched two agents to my door! You get the idea.
So I opened the letter and to my amazement, discovered it wasn't a bill at all. It was Donald Trump telling me what a great country I live in - and how artfully he and we have handled the covid era - and basically, a shmooze job which reeked of MAGA and how we should all vote someone else into the office again and then have the electoral college steal the election like last time.
This piece of paid political poop begins with "Dear Fellow Americans"...and then continues with "our great country." I'm reminded that the guy who signed the letter does not know the words to the national anthem. I don't know what amazes me more: How we actually managed to have Donald Trump as our president...or why the democrats can't come up with a better candidate than Joe Biden.
No matter. Five days after the coming election, I'll be off probation and free to travel the world (except Canada and England which don't allow American felons entry). So to invoke the old redneck cliche from the hippy era..."love it or leave it." I could put what money the IRS left me where my mouth is.
Moving on...I've seen the first hour of the Discovery ID special "Who killed Jeffrey Epstein?" which will be airing tonight at 9 PM. My little snippets were acceptable (at least to me) until the part where I say my name, my charge, and that I owned an escort agency. Which is odd given that I never owned an escort agency - and I never said I owned an escort agency.
After the initial double take, I thought the surreal moment out and came to realize one of two things. I think what I actually said was that I owned an escort advertising agency...and they edited "advertising" out. Or I corrected myself after saying I owned an escort agency and that got snipped. Either way...not good. So if the State of NY or the USA is reading, listen up! I never owned an escort agency. You guys monitored me for 10 years. Whatever I did or wherever I had money, you discovered and found respectively.
I know people who read my blog or knew me will be in shock if they see this. It's bull shit. I ran ads. And a blog. Whatever the girls did in the room...and however much they made from the ads I ran, was their business - not mine. McCann Erickson doesn't make any money every time someone buys a can of Coca Cola. And I didn't make any money when one of my advertisers provided his or her service. Just so we're clear on that!
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