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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Truer words have not been spoken









To All My Valued Employees, 

There have been some rumblings around the office about the future of this company, and more specifically, your job. As you know, the economy has changed for the worse and presents many challenges. However, the good news is this: The economy doesn't pose a threat to your job. What does threaten your job however, is the changing political landscape in this country.

However, let me tell you some little tidbits of fact which might help you decide what is in your best interests. 

First, while it is easy to spew rhetoric that casts employers against employees, you have to understand that for every business owner there is a back story. This back story is often neglected and overshadowed by what you see and hear. Sure, you see me park my Mercedes outside. You've seen my big home at last years Christmas party. I'm sure; all these flashy icons of luxury conjure up some idealized thoughts about my life. 

However, what you don't see is the back story. 

I started this company 28 years ago. At that time, I lived in a 300 square foot studio apartment for 3 years. My entire living apartment was converted into an office so I could put forth 100% effort into building a company, which by the way, would eventually employ you. 

My diet consisted of Ramen Pride noodles because every dollar I spent went back into this company. I drove a rusty ToyotaCorolla with a defective transmission. I didn't have time to date. Often times, I stayed home on weekends, while my friends went out drinking and partying. In fact, I was married to my business -- hard work, discipline, and sacrifice. 

Meanwhile, my friends got jobs. They worked 40 hours a week and made a modest $50K a year and spent every dime they earned. They drove flashy cars and lived in expensive homes and wore fancy designer clothes. Instead of hitting the Nordstrom's for the latest hot fashion item, I was trolling through the discount store extracting any clothing item that didn't look like it was birthed in the 70's. My friends refinanced their mortgages and lived a life of luxury. I, however, did not. I put my time, my money, and my life into a business with a vision that eventually, some day, I too, will be able to afford these luxuries my friends supposedly had. 

So, while you physically arrive at the office at 9am, mentally check in at about noon, and then leave at 5pm, I don't. There is no "off" button for me. When you leave the office, you are done and you have a weekend all to yourself. I unfortunately do not have the freedom. I eat, and breathe this company every minute of the day. There is no rest. There is no weekend. There is no happy hour. Every day this business is attached to my hip like a 1 year old special-needs child. You, of course, only see the fruits of that garden -- the nice house, the Mercedes, the vacations... you never realize the back story and the sacrifices I've made. 

Now, the economy is falling apart and I, the guy that made all the right decisions and saved his money, have to bail-out all the people who didn't. The people that overspent their paychecks suddenly feel entitled to the same luxuries that I earned and sacrificed a decade of my life for. 

Yes, business ownership has is benefits but the price I've paid is steep and not without wounds. 

Unfortunately, the cost of running this business, and employing you, is starting to eclipse the threshold of marginal benefit and let me tell you why: 

I am being taxed to death and the government thinks I don't pay enough. I have state taxes. Federal taxes. Property taxes. Sales and use taxes. Payroll taxes. Workers compensation taxes. Unemployment taxes. Taxes on taxes. I have to hire a tax man to manage all these taxes and then guess what? I have to pay taxes for employing him. Government mandates and regulations and all the accounting that goes with it, now occupy most of my time. On Oct 15th, I wrote a check to the USTreasury for $288,000 for quarterly taxes. You know what my "stimulus" check was? Zero. Nada. Zilch. 

The question I have is this: Who is stimulating the economy? Me, the guy who has provided 14 people good paying jobs and serves over 2,200,000 people per year with a flourishing business? Or, the single mother sitting at home pregnant with her fourth child waiting for her next welfare check? Obviously, government feels the latter is the economic stimulus of this country. 

The fact is, if I deducted (Read: Stole) 50% of your paycheck you'd quit and you wouldn't work here. I mean, why should you? That's nuts. Who wants to get rewarded only 50% of their hard work? Well, I agree which is why your job is in jeopardy. 

Here is what many of you don't understand ... to stimulate the economy you need to stimulate what runs the economy. Had suddenly government mandated to me that I didn't need to pay taxes, guess what? Instead of depositing that $288,000 into the Washington black-hole, I would have spent it, hired more employees, and generated substantial economic growth. My employees would have enjoyed the wealth of that tax cut in the form of promotions and better salaries. But you can forget it now. 

When you have a comatose man on the verge of death, you don't defibrillate and shock his thumb thinking that will bring him back to life, do you? Or, do you defibrillate his heart? Business is at the heart of America and always has been. To restart it, you must stimulate it, not kill it. Suddenly, the power brokers in Washington believe the poor of America are the essential drivers of the American economic engine. Nothing could be further from the truth and this is the type of change you can keep. 

So where am I going with all this? 

It's quite simple. 

If any new taxes are levied on me, or my company, my reaction will be swift and simple. I fire you. I fire your co-workers. You can then plead with the government to pay for your mortgage, your SUV, and your child's future. Frankly, it isn't my problem any more. 

Then, I will close this company down, move to another country, and retire. You see, I'm done. I'm done with a country that penalizes the productive and gives to the unproductive. My motivation to work and to provide jobs will be destroyed, and with it, will be my citizenship. 

So, if you lose your job, it won't be at the hands of the economy; it will be at the hands of a political hurricane that swept through this country, steamrolled the constitution, and will have changed its landscape forever. If that happens, you can find me sitting on a beach, retired, and with no employees to worry about.... 

Signed,

Your boss






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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The More You Know... Caroline




Is she qualified to become Senator of New York? You be the judge.


WARNING: This is so painful only a Democrat could watch it in its entirety!

Personally, I think, you know, like Hannah, you know, Montana, would make, you know, a better Senator.





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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Happy Birthday Jesus



Merry Christmas To All And A Happy New Year
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If you go to this web site,
www.LetsSayThanks.com you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq . This is a FREE service and only takes a few seconds of your time. Let them know how much we appreciate their dedication and sacrifice for being away from friends and family at this time of year.
You can't pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services.

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Saturday, December 13, 2008

Obama...The Reincarnation of the Teflon Don?

Someday, like in the year 2061, this plate might fetch $50,000 dollars on the Antique Roadshow. The first President-Elect... never to become President!


BHO and his associates:
Guilt by association..... Because you can't come out smelling like a rose, after walking through shit.



Rev. Wright: Obama sat in the United Trinity church for 20 years. Never heard any disparaging remarks. Either 1, Obama didn't go church, 2 he is deaf, 3 he is a liar!

Tony Resko: Sold Obama his house and the property next door. Rezko was a big story in Chicago, accused of influence-peddling in the Blagojevich administration.

A federal judge sent Illinois political fixer Antoin "Tony" Rezko to jail after federal prosecutors accused him of violating his bail terms by a convoluted series of financial transactions with Mideast banks.

Rezko has become an "Achilles heel" for Illinois Sen. Barack Obama after disclosures he and people associated with him had raised almost $200,000 for Obama and that Obama sought Rezko's "help and advice" in

the purchase of their new home.

He had a close relationship with a convicted felon who is now behind bars!

William Ayers: Another pal of Obama's, like's to blow things up. It is said Obama couldn't qualify to become an FBI agent because of his close ties with Ayers. President is OK though!


Gov. Blagojevich: Another close friend of Obama's just opened a new can of worms by trying to sell Obama's senate seat. Jesse Jackson Jr.pops up as
"Senate Candidate 5". He hires a lawyer even though he claims he is not the target of the investigation. Investigators want to know what Jackson knew about allegations that a Jackson "emissary" offered to raise at least $1 million in campaign contributions for Gov. Blagojevich in exchange for appointing the Democratic congressman to a U.S. Senate seat. Could the "emissary" be his old man? I'll tell you one thing. Blagojevich will sing like a canary since he's facing the slammer. I wonder where this is going, and who will be implicated?
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When you piss your pants you only stay warm for so long.

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Sunday, December 7, 2008

What Johnnie Cochran Really Thought About O.J.











By Mark Fisher


It was late, nearing midnight, during O.J. Simpson's murder

trial in Los Angeles. Simpson's lead attorney, Johnnie

Cochran, had promised me an interview but had

warned that we'd have to squeeze it in during off

-hours. There weren't many off hours during the

insanity of the Trial of the Century.

"Meet me at the office late," Cochran said.

How late, I asked.

"Doesn't matter," Cochran replied. "No matter how

late you come, I'll be there."

Forty midnights in a row at the office had left the

lawyer in a contemplative mood. The spectacle

of the Simpson matter had long since ceased to

impress or appall. Every bit of legal strategy

and media manipulation had been combed over

so incessantly that there really weren't many

questions left to ask. So I asked the only

question I was really curious about.

Cochran by this point was well past ritual. So he

dished, off the record, of course. Cochran died in 2005,

so, by tradition of the craft, those comments are now

fair game.

"There's something wrong with him," Cochran said,

and he talked about other clients he'd had who somehow

managed to persuade themselves that they hadn't

done what they actually had done.

Simpson was a big star, a hero to some, a talented

person. But, said Cochran, "I wouldn't believe him

if he told me the sun was coming up again tomorrow morning."

And then the lawyer went back to work

on a defense so wonderfully constructed that it got

off a guy who had done a truly terrible deed.



PS: I'll never forget that look on Kardashian's face

when the verdict was read......

"My God, .....these idiot's actually believe... he didn't do it!"




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