On a slightly lighter note I would like to share the following with you. This is a letter that I sent to an advertising organisation who wouldn’t take no for an answer a couple of years ago when I was “over” their constant badgering. That was the last I heard from them.
Why I cling to life
For the following reasons I am unable to do business with you. I have been held up, held down, sandbagged, walked upon, sat upon, flattened out and squeezed by the Income Tax, the Super Tax, the Tobacco Tax, the Beer Tax, the Spirits Tax, the Motor Tax, the Sales Tax, and by every Society, Organisation and Club that the inventive mind of man can think of to extract what I may or may not have in my possession – for the Red Cross, the Black Cross, the Ivory Cross and the Double Cross and for every Hospital in Town and Country.
The Government has governed my business till I don’t know who runs it. I am inspected, suspected, examined and re-examined, informed, required and commanded so that I don’t know who I am, where I am, or why I am here at all.
All that I know is that I am supposed to be an inexhaustible supply of money for every need, desire or hope of the human race, and because I will not go out and beg, borrow or steal money to give away, I am cussed, discussed, boycotted, talked to, talked about, lied to, lied about, held up, hung up, rung up, robbed and darn-near ruined. The only reason why I am clinging to Life at all is to see what the devil is going to happennext.
