RAISE TAXES?

I has intended to research vampires and werewokves during the day, but analyzing the data on Glore's cimputer had taken up most of the afternoon. I finished my mac "n" cheese, tossed the bowl in the sink and prepared to leave. Not knowing what to expect I grabbed a few items of the "just in case" variety. My molecular destabilizer, for one, a pocket med kit, and a miniatuure tool assortment complete with case. The lack of a real weapon was bothersome, but it was the best i could do for now. I picked up my handheld and exited my quarters.
It was 45 minutes until sunset, too lght to relax and let the autopilot on my car do all the work, Besides, I still had some issues and handling the machine myself had a certain appeal.
As I pulled out I turned on the radio. More liberals. More conservatives. The discussiion today was on taxes. The liberals wanted to raise them. The conservatives want to keep them the same, perhaps lower them.
It seemed a silly discussion with a simple solution.
If the democrats wanted taxes raised, then why not just raise taxes on democrats. If they felt they should pay more in taxes, why not simply obliege them?
In fact, if the democrats thought the government needed more money there was no force on the planet, far as I could tell, that was preventing them from simply writing a check. "Here. Government. I have too much money! You need this more than I do."
Either method would be quite moral and fair, I think, yet seemed to occur to none. In reflecting further I wondered why the democrats didn't do the latter. They say they make too much money, they say the government needs it, yet they won't give it.
They won't do the right thing unless there is a -- what?-- something akin to a mutually agreed to suicide pact?
I note no one asks the people what they want, either way.
And once again it seems about one group reigning power over another.
Enough.
Then a light clicked on in my head,
The conservatives were saying. "If we lower taxes we get more money to play with."
The liberals were saying, "If we raise taxes we'll get more money to play with."
In the end no moral decision would be made, because, it was after all, about plain, old greed.
I switched over to a country music channel. Less sad songs.
By the way, have I mentioned yet the delight they call Butterfingers?
A hard, crunchy peanut butter interior, coated in a rich, chocolatey cream.
I had some stashed in the Buick. I grabbed one and broke open the bright orange wrapper. I took a bite.
Yummy.
No matter the politics, these monkey boys sure have come up with some fine confections.