Income Tax Trivia

Q-How old is income tax?
A-The 16th amendment was passed allowing income tax collection over 100 years ago. No celebration was held.

Q-How many people went to jail for income tax violations between 2007-2011?
A-About 1700 people per year were jailed.

Q-How much were Americans assessed in penalties in the last 10 years?
A-About 15 billion a year

Q-What famous actor went to jail for income tax violation?
A-Wesley Snipes served 3 years for failing to file 38 million dollars he earned over a six year period of time.



A-Over 15 billion dollars

Q-How far back does income tax go?
A-In China, in 10 AD a 10% income  tax was imposed on professionals and skilled laborers. It was
 eliminated 13 years later.

Q-What do American taxpayers think about income tax?
A-A new Gallup poll found that about 55% of taxpayers think their taxes are fair.

So, stop whining and pay.

Brooklyn Trivia

Q-Where was Barbra Streisand born and in what year,?
A-Brooklyn New York, April 29, 1942.

Q-Where was Al Capone born and in what year did he die?
A-Brooklyn New York in 1899 . Died January 25, 1947

Q-Where was Larry King born and in what year?
A-Brooklyn , New York January 17. 1933

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You're Hot Or You're Not

I am so jealous of good looking men. I am a man. I have been observing the difference between the social acceptance good looking men and women get their whole lives from other men and women. I have also observed the way unattractive men and women are constantly rejected socially. I am talking about that automatic acceptance that good looking people receive from the opposite sex just because they are attractive. The hot people all seek each other out whether their age is fifteen or fifty.

I am 64 years old and have been walking the periphery of acceptance and non-acceptance by good looking women my whole life. Yes. I have had many relationships with sexy, hot looking women. . But, I have always had to work like a dog to get romances going. I almost never have been able to just walk into a bar, party, or anywhere and had good looking  girls just look at me and want to meet me. Instead, I have been shot down, ignored, and rejected, time after time when attempting to meet hot women.

I am not quite good looking and not quite ugly. I'm just descent looking enough to shove my foot in the door sometimes. Yet, so many of my past and present friends and acquaintances can just show up anywhere and they  automatically get attention. Do you get what I am saying? You know who you are and how things work. If a really good looking guy of almost any age walks into a social gathering he is in business. Same for good looking women. If you aren't attractive and walk into that same gathering you might as well stand by the wall and not take up space. You are going home alone.

Last week I  got rejected as soon as I showed up by two women who are nice looking blonds . Both were very educated, accomplished, and really very nice people. Both were on an online dating site looking for men. Both were willing to meet me. Both rejected me after we met even after having a good time talking, eating and drinking with me.

 I got each to admit that we were not a match because neither was physically attracted to me. I could feel that was the reason as I was with them so I probed. They each reluctantly admitted the same thing. I just was not they're type. I was sweet, smart, successful, and handled myself well. But, I didn't do it for either physically. I was out. Rejected.

Yes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and beauty is only skin deep and people
 who make judgements purely on looks are shallow. I understand all of that. Meanwhile, these two blonds were not  interested in me because I was not good looking enough for them. They were not special either, Just typical, attractive  women I have been chasing my whole life and usually not catching. They are both sixty five now and the story would have been the same if they were both twenty or forty. They are the norm. They are just general examples of the in crowd.  I also admit I have had many successes with similar people. Always with a struggle and a hard chase though.

If  I were really good looking, not even gorgeous,  then either would have been a slam dunk to be attracted to me and we would have probably ended up going out again. In any event I would not have been shot down  because I was not attractive. So, they are just examples of the truth of my own insecurities about my looks.

 I know that at the age of sixty four I am not supposed to sound like this. I know that the next person I go out with who likes my looks will cause me to not care about these feelings of insecurity about my looks. But I am not feeling that. I am feeling unappealing, unattractive.That I am not a good looking guy.

 I really feel bad for people who are totally shut out their whole lives because they are unattractive or handicapped. But I am talking about me.

 These two blonds harshly reminded me of something I have also known. Either you are in or out of the in crowd because of the way you look. I still want to know what it feels like to wake up in the morning and know I am attractive to the opposite sex.

Instead, I have had to to use my winning personality, keen insight, and intellectual appeal to get in the game. I probably should be grateful just to have been born good looking enough to succeed with some women occasionally after really trying to seduce them. I'm grateful for all my blessings. Still, I want to walk into a bar or party, or business conference and know I'm walking out with a pretty lady just because I''m hot. Not happening.

So, now that I have vented I can go back online and search for another good looking woman and maybe,  connect physically with her.
But, I want it easy. .Like it is for the in crowd.

Online Sexual Relationship: Be Careful

 I saw this beautiful black haired woman on an online dating site. She was about 45, tall, and classy looking. Her profile said she lived in a fancy suburb outside Chicago, and that she was divorced and had no kids living at home. Perfect person for me, an inveterate professional online dating love junkie 55 years old, good looking, smooth talking and a great hustler of women.

 I sent her an email on match.com which is the online site. She saw my profile and which showed my pictures, age, religion, income, likes and dislikes. All the stuff that is supposed to matter. It may to some. Pictures and not having kids living at home and a convenient location are the only things that matter to me.

She sent her phone number and we chatted briefly and then she told me that she was going to be at this bar a few nights later to meet a girl friend. I asked if I could meet her before her girlfriend got there and she said yes. But, I would only have about 20 minutes to impress her because when her girlfriend showed up I had to leave. What a great bitch!!

I was in love immediately. I was as excited as I got dressed in my only Calvin Klein jeans and only polo shirt. See, I am an online fraud. A guy who has nothing because of gambling and bad investments but who loves to chase women and act like I’m solid personally and financially when in fact I am a mess. The, maybe I find a sugar mama here and there.

I sped to this restaurant in the North Shore and there she was sitting at the bar looking even better then her pictures.  I introduced myself and she initially appeared, from her body language, not be attracted me. She said good try but we were not a match. Then, her girlfriend came and sat down. Meanwhile, I was struggling to find a way to get Trudy captivated and couldn’t. Her girlfriend however saved me by starting to talk to some guy and the pressure to for me to leave abated.

I kept working Trudy psychologically to seduce her mind and body until I could feel her really look at me as I was telling another story. Her eyes twinkled. I knew she was interested. I asked if I still had to go send she said no, not now because her girlfriend was intensely engaged  in a conversation with the guy. So, I just keep on talking to Trudy and pretty soon she stopped looking at her girlfriend and other people and got close to my face and only saw me.

An hour later I asked her if she wanted to take a ride and go to another bar. She said yes after checking with her girlfriend who did not care. She was still involved with this guy. When we got into my car I tried to kiss Trudy and she said no. Easy boy. We went to another bar and stayed till 4 in the morning. I then dropped her off at her car and we agreed to see each other soon. I was totally in love. My love junkie addiction was triggered along with my survival instincts. I had very little money. But, I was walking on the clouds.

I called the next day and we talked for hours. We made plans to go out together for dinner. We went out a few more times with me continually trying to get her turned on but the most that ever happened was hot kissing. I could not afford her. After about a month she finally invited me in her house and we sat by the fire place and made out more only this time we got into petting. Well, we petted and petted for weeks until we had done everything imaginable . We would have some wine, smoke reefer, and swallow each other up endlessly with necking and petting.

But, the bedroom was always waiting upstairs and she would never take me there. Finally, in the midst of being in the throws of passion on the couch she stood up, pointed her finger at the stairs leading to the bedroom. We jumped in bed and fucked all night and all the next day. She came and came and came. She was totally selfish and cared nothing about my satisfaction. She just wanted me to do her right. I did. She said I was the greatest lover in her long history and maybe in the world. This went on for months.

She never let me stay over, never offered any food, and was completely critical of everything I did besides how I made love to her, She never shared any intimacies with me. She was a plain and simple spoiled, sarcastic bitch. But, it was fun getting to her sexually.

She called me the million dollar baby because she thought I was such a long shot to ever end up being her lover we met. She continually questioned out loud how she could be as turned on to someone as not classy, uneducated, and as unsuccessful as me because I was not a professional like she was used to being with..

But, she loved the way I got her off and we literally spent the whole fall season in her bed eventually not even going out. Just wine, dope, and her bed and then me getting kicked out every time afterward. No kindness from her, no appreciation, no invitations for anything more then banging her. Somehow, it all felt perfect though. I loved the torture of not getting all of her when I still thought I wanted to.

So, we finally decided to leave the confines of her bedroom to go somewhere else to fuck. We set up a trip to a small town bed and breakfast. On the way there I happened to disagree with her about some minor issue. The bitch would not talk to me for 2 hours until we got to the bed and breakfast. She threw a total tantrum of silence.. Finally, we got to the bed and breakfast and  went out to dinner. We were still hardly talking.

When the check came I asked her to pay for half the bill since she had belligerently agreed to pay for half the vacation. She literally threw a couple hundred dollar bills at me as if I were garbage. I said thank you very gently to torment her. She wanted to fight.. Suddenly, I saw only the poison behind her great looks. We came back to the inn and had angry sex and went to sleep.

The next morning she wanted to go for a ride in the sand dunes right near by. I thought it was a bad idea because it was storming and freezing and we could get stuck on the beach. She demanded we go anyway. Sure enough, there we were stuck on a beach trapped in a giant sand dune with no help around. The more I tried to get out of the dune the deeper I got stuck. There were a few four wheelers driving around because it was treacherous on this beach. Hardly anyone was out

Finally, a ranger came by and tried to help. Trudy said that I would never be able to follow his directions as he chained his vehicle to my car to pull me out. Trudy demanded I let her drive. At the same time she was yelling at me the ranger was trying to tell me what to do. So, as that nasty head of hers was babbling in my one ear about how stupid I was to get stuck the ranger was yelling instructions from his vehicle on how to get out.

I finally screamed loudly at Trudy to shut the fuck up calling her a fucking bitch. She was shocked as if no one had ever spoken to her that way. We finally got out of the dune. As soon as we hit the road Trudy jumped out of the car which was literally in the middle of nowhere. Some other guys were driving by and she stuck her thumb out to hitch a ride as I followed. She got in their truck and I chased them. I really did not care about this bitch anymore but I could not just leave her in that truck and drive away. What if something happened?  We were a hundred miles from Chicago in a torrential storm. I was actually afraid for her.

Finally, I pulled up beside the guys driving her and explained that she was crazy and they had to get her out of their truck.. They did and after twenty minutes of her walking her fancy ass down the road she was too frozen to continue and got back in my car. Finally, she broke the silence with a rant about how she could have gotten us out of the dune without any help.

She screamed on and on. I just wanted to get her back home again because now she was nothing more then a lunatic out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. But we were two hours from home. I still had not said a word back to her.

Suddenly, she violently shook her finger at my face and asked why I had screamed up, you fucking bitch at her. I said because she was a fucking bitch.

She then punched me in the side of the face as I was driving. I knew our fate was sealed then for sure and beyond redemption. Someone who resorts to violence will do it again and again.

I said not a word afterward. She had not hurt me. I finally got her within a few blocks of her house. She started to talk to me again. To try and bail out. She said about herself that maybe I need to get some help.

Will I forgive her?

I still said nothing as I finally pulled into her driveway. She called me several times afterward and I would not talk to her giving her no reinforcement for stalking me or other craziness I realized she was capable of.

I think I might be hurt or dead if I was still with this piece of crap, insane demented beauty. There are many fatal attractions out there.

Be careful