I am forced to work with a certain states liquor control board, which recently expanded into Cannabis.
Instead of hiring actual cannabis professionals they just...promoted shitty people who they didn't want in liquor anymore.
So now the entire state regulation committee is run by people with no knowledge of cannabis and who represent the liquor industry, which is the largest loser when legal cannabis shows up.
Take a wild guess how well that is going? They aren't interested in making anything better for anyone, just solving their own petty little problems at your expense.
This among other reasons is why I've been forced to conclude I no longer wish to reform the system but rather remove myself from it as much as possible.
If you for example live in a state with only a sales tax, bartering with your neighbors for anything you can't produce yourself, it's very difficult for the tax-man to collect his share. Though you'd still have property tax unless you lived somewhere like Alaska Bush Country
If the tax man wanted his share, he'd get it. Barter is taxable exchange reportable at the monetary value of the exchange. That is, if you "sold" five carrots for five apples, and FMV of a carrot was 0.15 while an apple was 0.10, you'd be obligated to pay 0.25 profit worth of taxes, and the other would claim a loss of the same.
Obviously they wouldn't go after a quarter, the rules were made for exchanging bricks of gold for bricks of drugs, "barter" exchanges worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but if the tax man wishes, the tax man can extract. The system is designed so that people can believe they escaped it, but never actually can: It's a two-layer Matrix system, those fighting the Machines outside the Matrix are just in a second Matrix, because who would ever believe it to be two-tiers deep?
If the King's men decide to raze your village and rape your women there's not much you can do. I think the trick is to not draw too much attention to yourself so that they don't feel compelled to do so.
If the tax-man wants a cut from the apples I trade for some milk from my neighbor's cow I suppose he can try to get it, but if me and my neighbor are two hours away from the nearest town let alone the tax-man, I don't know how he'd know he needed to collect tax on that.
I am forced to work with a certain states liquor control board, which recently expanded into Cannabis.
Instead of hiring actual cannabis professionals they just...promoted shitty people who they didn't want in liquor anymore.
So now the entire state regulation committee is run by people with no knowledge of cannabis and who represent the liquor industry, which is the largest loser when legal cannabis shows up.
Take a wild guess how well that is going? They aren't interested in making anything better for anyone, just solving their own petty little problems at your expense.
This among other reasons is why I've been forced to conclude I no longer wish to reform the system but rather remove myself from it as much as possible.
If you for example live in a state with only a sales tax, bartering with your neighbors for anything you can't produce yourself, it's very difficult for the tax-man to collect his share. Though you'd still have property tax unless you lived somewhere like Alaska Bush Country
If the tax man wanted his share, he'd get it. Barter is taxable exchange reportable at the monetary value of the exchange. That is, if you "sold" five carrots for five apples, and FMV of a carrot was 0.15 while an apple was 0.10, you'd be obligated to pay 0.25 profit worth of taxes, and the other would claim a loss of the same.
Obviously they wouldn't go after a quarter, the rules were made for exchanging bricks of gold for bricks of drugs, "barter" exchanges worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but if the tax man wishes, the tax man can extract. The system is designed so that people can believe they escaped it, but never actually can: It's a two-layer Matrix system, those fighting the Machines outside the Matrix are just in a second Matrix, because who would ever believe it to be two-tiers deep?
If the King's men decide to raze your village and rape your women there's not much you can do. I think the trick is to not draw too much attention to yourself so that they don't feel compelled to do so.
If the tax-man wants a cut from the apples I trade for some milk from my neighbor's cow I suppose he can try to get it, but if me and my neighbor are two hours away from the nearest town let alone the tax-man, I don't know how he'd know he needed to collect tax on that.
If one man does it, and never accomplishes much with his life, The Man will not care about the man.
If a million do, however, it will be noticed.