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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Ralph Wiggum on December 08, 2010, 11:10:05 AM
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Actually Stinky, YOU are a cruel joke. You couldn't be more wrong in the following post.
Stinky The Clown (1000+ posts) Wed Dec-08-10 11:36 AM
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"Small Business" A cruel joke. (http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x9723496)
When we hear the term "small business" most of us conjure up the image of a mom and pop pop stand. Or a lawn service operated by one guy with a trailer and a few power mowers. Or maybe a dental practice. How about a home cleaning service.
We get a picture of hard working individuals going it alone and making a modest living being their own boss.
And, to be sure, that's the picture of many "small" businesses.
But did you know that a car dealer is a small business? The owner is quite often the richest guy in town. How about that beer distributor? If the car dealer isn't the richest guy, then the beer guy is. Those businesses are worth a great deal of money.
Going up the ladder, you've heard of KKR, right? And Berkshire Hathaway. Yup. Small businesses. Multibillion dollar small businesses.
It seems to me it is time to redefine a small business. Let's keep it the province of the people in the first paragraph, above. The car dealer and the beer guy don't need any sort of protection. In fact, they need to be taxed until their eyes bleed. And let their kids earn the status. Or at least pay back a society that made their inheritance possible.
I can't believe we're about to pass a law that allows these "small" businesses to avoid tax on the first five million dollars of their estates and then to pay no more than 35% on the rest. Meanwhile, small businesses like mine are struggling to stay alive in a economy where no one is buying anything but groceries and gas.
Oh ..... and that mom and pop single station gas station owner? He's dying, too. His "small" business really is small. He makes diddly squat on each gallon sold, no matter how high the price you and I pay. If he doesn't make it in the service bays, he's pretty much done, too. Hard work and greasy knuckles is what keeps him going.
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My, my, Stinky is just chock full o' love for his fellow man today.
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My, my, Stinky is just chock full o' love for his fellow man today.
Stinky and the other DUmmies of his ilk have absolutely NO CONCEPT of what it's like to run a business. :banghead:
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Stinky,
Please kindly go f*ck yourself.
Sincerely,
Jukin
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I say that evil land lords be taxed out of every nickel of rent money and at their passing the government becomes deed holder to the property to do as they see fit.
It is the fair thing don`t you think Stinky?
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Wow, penis envy much? Wife questioning your manhood again? Making you shower twice before she'll let you touch her because you smell like cat box? Such a bitter little man. Hope he doesn't abuse the cat.
Cindie
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I think Sparkly has laid down the law on ol' Stinky, concerning spending money to fix up the rental properties they have. I'd hazard a guess and say that it got back to Sparkly about the conditions at one of those properties, and she reamed out Stinky good--probably used the ol' John Holmes-sized strapon.
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Sorry Stink, when I think of "small business", I think in terms of numbers of employees, like less than 100. That's because I live in a reality-based plane of existence, and am well-informed, with critical thinking skills. You, on the other hand, live in a bathroom with a cat box, and have critical stinking skills.
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He's bitter because nobody is in the market for anti-Bush doodlings and cartoons anymore. :(
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Wow, penis envy much? Wife questioning your manhood again? Making you shower twice before she'll let you touch her because you smell like cat box? Such a bitter little man. Hope he doesn't abuse the cat.
Cindie
I think watchin' the cat take a dump is as close as Stinky ever gets to any "*****"! The guy's in dire need of a blow job!
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I think Sparkly has laid down the law on ol' Stinky, concerning spending money to fix up the rental properties they have. I'd hazard a guess and say that it got back to Sparkly about the conditions at one of those properties, and she reamed out Stinky good--probably used the ol' John Holmes-sized strapon.
Gee thanx! I really needed that image floatin' around in my brain!!!!!
"Bailiff, whack his pee pee!"
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Oh ..... and that mom and pop single station gas station owner? He's dying, too. His "small" business really is small. He makes diddly squat on each gallon sold, no matter how high the price you and I pay. If he doesn't make it in the service bays, he's pretty much done, too. Hard work and greasy knuckles is what keeps him going.
Those guys all quit in the late seventies . Hell , it happened to me when the local bulk dealer started selling at the pump for the same as he was charging us . There are a couple of actual "service stations" left that sell gas AND work on cars but those are very few and far between and pretty much confined to Shorpy http://www.shorpy.com/image/tid/195
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taxed until their eyes bleed
Who the hell says something like that? And I wonder what Stinky would think of Carl's suggestion on rental properties? It's the same damn thing...confiscation. (please exempt New York).
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Who the hell says something like that? And I wonder what Stinky would think of Carl's suggestion on rental properties? It's the same damn thing...confiscation. (please exempt New York).
Isn't rental property income called "Passive Income" and taxed at a reduced rate.....and minus SS witholding?
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I think watchin' the cat take a dump is as close as Stinky ever gets to any "*****"! The guy's in dire need of a blow job!
EW! But H5 for the funny. Still can't imagine any woman in their right (or wrong) mind giving him one after spending so much time in the litter box.
Cindie
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Wow, penis envy much? Wife questioning your manhood again? Making you shower twice before she'll let you touch her because you smell like cat box? Such a bitter little man. Hope he doesn't abuse the cat.
Cindie
Gee thanx! I really needed that image floatin' around in my brain!!!!!
"Bailiff, whack his pee pee!"
:lmao: :lmao: H5's for you both.
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Oh my.
.....small businesses like mine are struggling to stay alive in a economy where no one is buying anything but groceries and gas.
It's very peculiar that the sparkling husband primitive's never defined the nature of his business, other by than the vague catch-all word, "consulting."
But one can guess, given the d'Alessandro crime family that dominated Baltimore for decades, which later branched out to San Francisco (Bela Pelosi is a daughter of d'Alessandro), the sparkling husband primitive's frequent trips to San Francisco, and the sparkling husband's affection for the soon-to-be-ex-Speaker of the House, and that many of the sparkling husband primitive's business associates have monickers such as "Moe" or "Izzy" or "Lucky" or "Al" or "Salvatore," and that the sparkling husband himself is of Italian derivation.....
The 0bamoconomy isn't good even for the mafia.
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The richest guy or richest lady is the enemy. Most of them make their money working for a living. They have all the money, they are bad and evil. ::)
The DUmmies too lazy/stupid to work and hate them for it. Suck it you DUmmies. :bird:
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The people I know at the top started at the bottom cleaning up shit and pushing papers. Spending your life bouncing from one job to another doesn't help. I worked with a guy that had a dozen un-related jobs on his resume and he wondered why he couldn't get anywhere. He had the education (mostly) but he spent his life bouncing from one thing to another. His resume looked like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. Marketing, electronics, radio producer, customer service... nothing fit.
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"Consulting" is a catch phrase meaning "unemployed."
JohnnyReb, there was a court battle at one time, concerning rental income. At the time, passive income was taxed higher. The challengers proved in court that being a landlord requires actual, physical, pain-in-the-ass work. So it was ruled as income like any other business.
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"Consulting" is a catch phrase meaning "unemployed."
It's very curious, the sparkling husband primitive's business.
It's lucrative enough for the sparkling husband primitive and the sparkling husband primitive's wife to take an occasional trip to Europe, and for the sparkling husband primitive's wife to take some trips to Switzerland with Mrs. Tutweiler, who lives down the street. And as the sparkling husband primitive, in discussing the bathroom upstairs, admitted a couple of years ago, they employ a professional maid.
And there's all those trips to San Francisco.
So one connects the dots.
.the sparkling husband primitive is of Italianate derivation, and was born and raised in Bridgeport, Connecticut, a mob-run city
.after his stint in the Navy 1965-1967, with no discernible job training in any field, the sparkling husband primitive ends up in Baltimore, Maryland, a mob-run city, specifically by the d'Alessandro crime family
.in the late 1960s, the d'Alessandro crime family moved some of its operations to San Francisco, including Bela Pelosi, the daughter of old man d'Alessandro
.the sparkling husband primitive oftentimes goes to San Francisco to confer with business associates named "Salvatore," "Al," "Lucky," "Izzy," "Meyer," "Willie," "Scrunchface," "Gio," and so on
.the sparkling husband primitive has an unusual affection for Bela Pelosi
.the sparkling husband primitive and the sparkling husband primitive's wife live a modest life, in a slightly-seedy, slightly-rundown, section of Baltimore
.....it all leads to one reasonable conclusion.
One is intrigued by the sparkling husband primitive's possible role in the organization; he's too much of a wimp to be an "enforcer" or "leg-breaker." Probably he's the organization's token sissy-boy, which is a position within the organization that is hardly insignificant or unimportant.
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His resume looked like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.
That aptly describes most of the DUmmies' lives period, not just their job histories.
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One is intrigued by the sparkling husband primitive's possible role in the organization; he's too much of a wimp to be an "enforcer" or "leg-breaker." Probably he's the organization's token sissy-boy, which is a position within the organization that is hardly insignificant or unimportant.
Fluffer? :tongue: :fuelfire:
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Fluffer? :tongue: :fuelfire:
You know, sir, one thing I regret--or possibly not, as it's not in franksolich's nature to be a snoop--is that when the sparkling husband primitive revealed his real name on Skins's island, I quickly didn't look, turning away as if having walked into a restroom and seen a woman sitting on the commode.
Apparently the sparkling husband primitive's photobucket account is under his real name, and he had posted a link to that. I didn't click the link, but I noticed the name (first and last) of being of Italianate derivation.
Perhaps I should have noted the name, or saved the link, but again, it's not in franksolich to play dirty.
Besides, it's more fun to figure out the primitives based upon what they say about themselves.
One wonders where the sparkling husband primitive ranks in the hierarchy of the cosa nostra.
He's no boss or consiglere or underboss or caporegime; he must be in lower-level management.
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Old. Smelly the human house plant is probably a catcher in the organization.
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Fluffer? :tongue: :fuelfire:
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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I have a hard time seeing DUmmy Husb2sparkly, or any DUmp DUmbass for that matter, as a mafioso. Mafia hoodlums are heavily involved in their version of free enterprise, and hardly anyone has a stronger vested interest in the concept of limited government. The essence of the democrat philosophy - class envy, hatred of successful people, and the constant search for a way to prosper from indolence - just doesn't jibe with the day to day practice of organized crime. Of course, organized crime is a largely democrat activity, but it's the province of powerful democrats, not the half-witted proles who crawl around the DUmp.
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I have a hard time seeing DUmmy Husb2sparkly, or any DUmp DUmbass for that matter, as a mafioso. Mafia hoodlums are heavily involved in their version of free enterprise, and hardly anyone has a stronger vested interest in the concept of limited government. The essence of the democrat philosophy - class envy, hatred of successful people, and the constant search for a way to prosper from indolence - just doesn't jibe with the day to day practice of organized crime. Of course, organized crime is a largely democrat activity, but it's the province of powerful democrats, not the half-witted proles who crawl around the DUmp.
Well, yes, and great commentary.
However, sir, you're forgetting the existence of parasitical elements that cling to living bodies; just as the mob sucks the life-blood out of the body public, there's all these little guys who suck off the mob, the go-alongs, the wannabes.
I'm sure the sparkling husband primitive would be one of them, and that he's allowed to exist because he serves some useful purpose for them. I have no idea what that purpose might be--my imagination's wide and spacious, but not that wide and spacious--but of course there's a lot one doesn't see. Perhaps he shines the shoelaces of a caporegime or something, and the caporegime likes that service.
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One is intrigued by the sparkling husband primitive's possible role in the organization; he's too much of a wimp to be an "enforcer" or "leg-breaker." Probably he's the organization's token sissy-boy, which is a position within the organization that is hardly insignificant or unimportant.
Another Rahm Emanuel, basically.
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Another Rahm Emanuel, basically.
Or maybe he's the clown, or the court jester, to amuse the boss and the consignlere; during lush times, they have a lot of them.
The problem is, as things get tight, they're usually the first ones eliminated.
So one can see why the sparkling husband primitive seems worried about his "business."