Last night while rummaging through my library, I came upon a tragedy written by John Ford in 1629, "'Tis a Pity She's a Whore", and needless to say, with my ever digressive mind, I thought of how "whorish" individuals can be when it comes to declaring tax deductions on their tax returns. I sincerely believe that individuals in the statliest of professions, and the highest of income brackets, often can make street walkers look like nuns in comparison when submitting deductions on their tax returns.
For instance, if all of those noncash charitable deductions that they submitted on their tax returns were truly authentic, I don't think there would be a naked child in all of Africa. I love the valuations they assign to their old clothes: $150 for an old suit or overcoat; $50 for a sweater. $50 for a pair of shoes. $50 for a bag of clothes (i.e., rags). Sure. I can see the needy beating down the doors at the local Goodwill store at those bargain basement prices.
And what about the mileage declared on their $65,000 SUVs for business, with only a pittance allowed for personal use? And all those meals and entertainment deductions for business? Of course, none of those $300 restaurant bills in the swankiest of five-star restaurants were personal. And neither were those $550 nights in the plushest of Boston hotels. Of course not.
And the trips to Poland for a business purchase? And the Mediterranean cruise for a seminar for doctors?
Just because someone has a credential following their name, or a six or seven digit income, that in and of itself does not necessarily mean they are more law abiding and respectable as the poor wench on the street trying to feed a couple of hungry mouths at home.