A fine pair (of assholes)

Seems Phil Mickelson, professional golfer extraordinaire, got into a wee bit of a kerfuffle by proclaiming that California's tax rate was just too darn burdensome for a poor guy making $60 million dollars a year hitting a little ball into a hole with a stick.  Mickelson quickly apologized, perhaps realizing that the legion of golf fans who spend their hard earned dollars on the shit he endorses may not respond too empathetically to his, uh, dilemma.  Mickeson also threatened to retire, until reality snuck in and he realized that $60 million a year jobs are pretty darn rare.

Tiger Woods quickly offered support for Mickelson, saying the reason he had moved from California to Florida (where there is no state income tax, and unlike any other state, a tourist trade that makes this entirely possible) was because of tax issues.  Woods, as many heard, showed his true character when he cried into a phone asking his mistress to not tell Mommy that he'd been a bad boy.  Ever since, I can't look at Woods without thinking, "You should have manned up.  What a wimp!"

Apparently, it's never dawned on these two prima donnas that it takes taxes to build the roads their fans travel on, taxes to educate the people who build their expensive homes and cars, and that taxes have probably paid for many of the golf courses they play on.  But heaven forbid multi-millionaires should have to help pay for it--let the lowky shlubs making peanuts pay for all of it.  Because, you know, hitting a little ball into a hole with a stick has solved so many of the world's problems.

Listening to them about their money problems makes me very glad I believe in God--because I'm sure at the end of their days She's going to slap the living shit out of both of them for being such disgusting assholes.

Peace,
emaycee