I don't work in government, and I don't have a degree in Political Science, Economics, or Finance. But I have enough common sense to know that, if I stole $100 from you, and I got caught, the judge would order me to pay it back to you.
Lately, a day doesn't go by without us hearing about another conviction to some MASSIVE fraud scheme. Great. Go, Team.
I'm not asking for agreement, as I'm guessing 0% of people disagree. If you're reading this, and you have Inside Baseball as to how all of this works, will we ever see a dime of what was stolen from us?
Without some measure of financial justice, I'm tempted to continue to feel resentment a) toward the perps and b) toward our governments that allowed it to happen in the first place.
I don’t know that we’ll ever see paper currency that designates it’s reason for you now owning it as reparations from fraud, however I do think that prosecuting the fraudsters and showing the fraud is going to reduce the amount of taxes that we have to pay in the long run. Trump has recently said that the federal government is way too big and is really only necessary for a few things.
The prosecution usually involves getting the money returned. It gets paid directly into to US Treasury. Each case is different, depending on the feasibility of recovery, penalties, asset seizures, etc. After a case is settled or successfully prosecuted, you can look up the details on the DOJ website. A lot of times the news articles will mention this as well, but not for newly discovered fraud, only for cases that are complete.
I assumed as much, Mr. A. But that doesn't satisfy justice at the personal level. Reparations are the way.
Where do we send our wire information? Askin’ for my froggy frens
Exactly, Fren. But since the IRS and state tax offices can receive directly from our personal bank accounts, I have to presume they can send funds as well.
Maybe we need a conversation starter.
"Blacks deserve reparations!" says just about every libtard once you get him talking.
"Everyone deserves reparations!" I say.
"What do you mean?" they ask.
And a-waaaaaaay, we go.
Reminds me of a joke…
Wife: what the happened to you? Husband: It was nothin’, right? Jus’ got in this teeny little fender-bender after leaving the pub. Barely scratched the bumper of the car in front of me.
So I get out of the car, and the other driver does too, an’ it’s this dwarf. And he’s all lookin’ at the scratch and shaken his lil’ head and makin’ these lil’ notes on this lil’ pad. And I’m jus’ like dumbfounded at the whole scene, right?
And then finally, he comes up to me, gives me the evil eye and says, “I am not happy.”
So I says, “Oh yeah? Then which one of ‘em are you then?”
…and that’s when the fight started.😂😂😂
Took me a minute.
LOL
Well, we would like a lot of it back-if not all-a large portion!