I wish we were neighbors, cuz we'd get along so well.

WAY TO GO!   America needs a MILLION more folks just like you that understand AND stand up for their rights.    If there WERE that many that didn't let the 'authorities' get away with their illegal deeds, then maybe things would be quite different in our country.

Larken, You're my hero man!! I'm dealing with the fascists known as the irs as well… Marc Stevens has been helping me out… We've recorded every conversation with them, including every f**k**g lie and contradiction they've muttered out, AND there have been quite a few… Not that it matters to them, but they don't have a flippin' case...

Larken is one of the most realistic thinkers of our time.

NEVER kiss Nazi ass.

"On the day before I'll be hitting the road for Libertopia,...."

Are you walking?!  ;-) 

Larken You rock.  Lately though I never make any statements of any kind,  I do my best to kill them with kindness while I ask a bunch of questions.  I generally make them say they will commit violence upon my body before I will comply.  But I do by best to be NICE.  These folks enjoy seeing people being rattled so I don't do them the pleasure.   Plus when I let them know its nothing personal they are just operating in a criminal capacity.  I like to say "what will you do to me if I do not do what you ask?"  Well we will arrest you and take you to the station.  Then I say "ok I accept your offer to comply based on your threat of violence."  This is just to keep the record straight.

My prayers are with  you and your family Larken, this sounded too much like a GordonKahl  stop to me.

Thank you sir for your service...

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A few years ago, I told an IRS agent (on the phone) that I would pay whatever he asked, so long as he didn't mind it was in lead at 750 fps or faster.  He called the sheriff and told him I'd threatened a federal officer.   The sheriff came over and we had a beer and laughed about my response to the IRS thug. 

 So funny, I met the Genuardi's Soup Nazi with your wife the same day as your facist encounter. I ate soup standing up. Yes. I forgot there was a place to eat whilst sitting in Genardis, so I found an empty bread shelf and ate standing up. They do that in New York you know, where I lived for fifteen years. It's crowded everywhere, you eat wherever you can find a little spot. Then Tessa found me and we even SAT DOWN for ten minutes to finish our food. A plain clothed detective (or so it can be assumed, unless he was carrying one of those toy silver badges) flashed me (with his badge, nothing else; although that would have made it a whole lot more fun for me) and demanded to know if I had a receipt for the soup I just ate. I looked at Tessa and said "Are you kidding?". He made me go back into the store and he talked to the girl who not ten minutes earlier had sold me the soup to which I replied "I don't need the receipt". And she remembered me! Go figure. An hour later I thought of some fitting responses I could have thrown back at him, such as "See my ass? Watch it go", or "Don't you know who I am? I'm the third district court judge you idiot". But as usual, I am not quick on the draw. I need time to mull over how to not be victimized by controlling, power-hungry facists.