I know, I know, the song title is "Doctor Wu" but they are pronounced the same, which is fair enough, because I said so.
You will remember, hopefully, my quote from Albert Einstein about the two universally-applicable constants being One) The Universe and Two) Human stupidity. Art?
There they are, being all steely and danny. |
The idea is that, by going through a bizarre set of rigmaroles, babbling and invented jargon, you can somehow opt out of paying taxes, ignore driving regulations such as needing a licence and foist your mortgage and other bills upon the government.
It would be great if this were so. It isn't.
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Close enough |
There are various bits to the concept, none of which have any legal standing at all. Firstly, FOTL believe that there is a theoretical person and a real person, and will typically describe themselves in an odd way, thus: Firstname-Middlename: Surname, or Firstname-of-the-family-Surname. This, they believe, makes a difference in law. Hint: it doesn't.
Next, they believe - that awkward word again - that everything is a contract, and that if you opt out of that contract, then Hay Pesto! No need to pay taxes.
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Close enough |
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Success. What it looks like. |
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Also, this. |
What's the success rate for these desperate people? Nil. A FOTL argument in court has never succeeded, despite what the scammers allege, and you would think that by now people would have cottoned on to this; well, yes, but there are always going to be the desperate, the vulnerable and the downright bonkers.
There you go, an illustrative and educational post from BOOJUM! because we care so.
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You, Number Six! You started all this business! |
"PANDEMIC"
This is a dual-purpose title, for the intent of Your Humble Scribe's Frothing Nitric Ire being deployed on two targets simultaneously. Firstly, that novel I bought, which advertised itself as being Part One of "The Extinction Files". Art?
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A name I could game with - but won't |
Except not, Mister Riddle. Also, you could do with an editor.
Now, back to my regular scheduled whinging about the M.E.N. Codeword, because that, too, had "PANDEMIC" as a solution. I mean, really! Of course it comes from a Greek root, "Pan" meaning "All" and "Demos" meaning "People", but you knew that already.
Blimey. Misery loves company, eh?
Looks like a fruitful topic. I wonder if Hom. Sap. survives? I hope so, enslaving an empty planet is a bit pointless from my point of view.
BOOJUM! Reviews Films
Which is cause enough for brave production staff to go pale and weep into extra-large handkerchiefs, because we take no prisoners! Nor do we bother with common sense, reality or the films themselves. O no. If you want a proper film review, as we always say, go watch Mark Kermode, because he's a Proper Film Critic, and we here are practically frothing at the mouth*. Okay, let the Ire be released!
"Jojo Rabbit": Bah. Doubtless another ghastly, schmaltzy kids film about pretty fluffy bunnies, except they will be disgustingly 'street' and the lead will be a female who rolls her eyes at the stuffy older bunnies who get made into a stew MISTER HAND! Stop interfering - who get made into a pie. No! Sorry, who get made into fools.
So woke. |
Plus, how will you know the spies if they are in disguise?
Ace Tomato Company reps. On the case. |
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Now, here's a couple of bad boys, indeed. |
* With rage, not rabies.
** This will be a very long time.
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