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The Final Tax

Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: “What can we tax that is not paying? We’re taxing every blessed thing— Here’s what our people are defraying: “Tariff tax, income tax, Tax on retail sales, Club tax, school tax, Tax on beers and ales, “City tax, county tax, Tax on obligations, War tax. wine tax, Tax on corporations, “Brewer tax, sewer tax, Tax on motor cars, Bond tax, stock tax, Tax on liquor bars, “Bridge tax, check tax, Tax on drugs and pills, Gas tax, ticket tax, Tax on gifts in wills, “Poll tax, dog tax, Tax on money loaned, State tax, road tax, Tax on all things owned, “Stamp tax, land tax, Tax on wedding ring, High tax, low tax, Tax on everything!” Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: “That is the list, a pretty bevy; No thing or act that is untaxed; There’s nothing more on which to levy.” Said Statesman Z to Statesman A: “The deficit each moment waxes; This is no time for us to fail— We will decree a tax on taxes.” by Ellis Parker Butler

Penguin paradise: In 1997, Heard Island and McDonald Islands were declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Bizarre consequence: Heard Island and McDonald Islands are also expected to pay import taxes – even though they export nothing! Because only penguins, seals, and birds live there. The archipelago is an Australian territory in the southern Indian Ocean. Human population: zero.

The islands lie between South Africa and Australia, approximately 4,000 kilometers apart. Heard Island is home to one of seven breeding grounds for the king penguin.

The First of April Now if to be an April-fool Is to delight in the song of the thrush, To long for the swallow in air's blue hollow, And the nightingale's riotous music-gush, And to paint a vision of cities Elysian Out away in the sunset-flush — Then I grasp my flagon and swear thereby, We are April-fools, my Love and I.

And if to be an April-fool Is to feel contempt for iron and gold, For the shallow fame at which most men aim — And to turn from worldlings cruel and cold To God in his splendor, loving and tender, And to bask in his presence manifold — Then by all the stars in his infinite sky, We are April-fools, my Love and I. by Mortimer Collins

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