The big day for Swiss
cheese
By Wesley Pruden
PrudenPolitics.com
Life is unfair, as John F. Kennedy famously
observed. That might not have been the most
memorable thing he ever said, but it’s probably the
most quoted, and when better to repeat it than on
the last day for Americans to file their federal
income tax returns.
Jimmy Carter, who has mercifully all but disappeared
down the memory hole, called the U.S. tax code “a
disgrace to the human race.” Hitler, cancer, and the
designated hitter follow closely, but we take Mr.
Jimmy’s point. How the government confiscates our
money, like a root canal without anything to kill
the pain, is not very nice. But like a village
dentist armed with only a pair of greasy pliers, the
government gets the job done.
This is not a good year for a taxpayer to cut
corners in calculating how much he owes, because the
new director of the Internal Revenue Service decreed
no more Mr. Nice Guy.
The word “service” in a title is a favorite
euphemism of government plunderers and purloiners,
recalling the most terrifying words a citizen can
hear: “We’re from the government, and we’re here to
help.” Hurricane Katrina was bad enough, and then
the feds arrived. “Service” is something rendered to
the government, not the unarmed citizen. Douglas
Shulman, the director of the IRS, describes his
federal fiefdom as “a financial services
institution,” as if it were the friendly bank on the
corner of Main and Elm. “I am a firm believer that
the true progress of an institution such as the IRS
is achieved by standing on the shoulders of those
who have preceded us,” Mr. Shulman told a Washington
audience. You could almost hear the contrived catch
in his throat.
However, the accountants who prepare millions of tax
returns hear something else. They see the IRS
standing not on “the shoulders of those who have
preceded us,” but on the necks of everyone else.
“We’ve been instructed to show no mercy this year,
to disallow everything,” says one IRS compliance
officer. “It’s frightening.”
Stung by the reluctance of Congress to raise taxes,
the Obama administration has obviously set out to
use the Internal Revenue Service to do the dirty
deed. President Obama has big plans for expanding
the federal government once he achieves
“flexibility” after the November election. The
coming schemes will cost money. Since Congress won’t
co-operate and the Treasury is overdrawn at the Bank
of China, the only solution is confiscation. There’s
still standing room on the necks of taxpayers—even
widows, orphans, the disabled and the infirm, some
even sick unto death.
One avenue to more revenue (more a boulevard,
actually, than an avenue) is the closing of
loopholes in the tax law. Everyone in Congress –
Republicans and Democrats, liberals and
conservatives – agrees this is a good idea, as far
as it goes. The tax code, as Jimmy Carter said,
resembles Swiss cheese, with holes for handouts,
carve-outs, subsidies and loopholes for the many,
and justice and mercy for the few. Mr. Obama made a
show of declaring war on loopholes months ago. “Get
rid of loopholes,” he demanded in his State of the
Union address last year. “Level the playing field.”
Loopholes are the evasions that everybody in
Congress loves to hate, but Congress creates new
ones in every tax bill. It’s the love that dare not
speak its name, but it’s the way of Washington,
where inconsistency is a virtue. Some loopholes are
cuter than others, and anyone who wants one must
hire an effective (and expensive) lobbyist. An
author, poet, sculptor or screenwriter, for an
artistic example, must pay taxes on “ordinary
income” at rates up to 35 percent. The Nashville
Songwriters Association knows how to lobby, and a
songwriter who sells a catalog of songs gets a
better deal. He can report the income as a capital
gain and claim a rate of 15 percent. Sobbing,
singing and sighing about disappointment, blighted
hopes and hard times is only a pose.
Congress and the IRS are dancing partners in a
carefully choreographed ballet. Occasionally a
congressional committee will call in a commissioner
to make him squirm like a man in damp skivvies about
abuses of taxpayers, arrogance of the agency and its
high-handed interpretation of tax law. But it’s only
a ballet, and the IRS is eager to perform a passable
pas de chat. The ballet terrifies taxpayers like
“Peter and the Wolf” terrifies small children, and
there’s a spike in compliance, craven or otherwise.
So be grateful for that helpful foot on your neck,
and hurry down to the post office.
Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The
Washington Times.