Taxation Is Theft Hoodie
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Life is exactly like Grand Theft Auto. But instead of a Pegassi Infernus that you just stole two minutes ago, you drive a ‘97 Geo Prizm with an AM-only radio. And instead of doing sweet jumps that end in crowds of pedestrians, you work the third shift at a jar factory. And instead of only paying fines when you are arrested or literally die, you have to fork over 30 percent of your income to people who have dedicated their lives to legalizing new ways of taking even more from you.
Just thinking about it is enough to make a man want to input ◯, ◯, ◯, ◯, ◯, ◯, R1, L2, L1, △, ◯, △ and then proceed to the nearest thing that is vulnerable to tankfire so he can let off some steam.
Taxation Is Theft. It really does sum up life in America (or whichever part of the world you live in) perfectly. You’re just trying to enjoy your time playing the game, but every direction you take leads to yet another tax. And instead of ending the game because your little sister wants her turn on the PS2 to play Barbie Horse Adventures: Wild Horse Rescue, you end it when you have a heart attack on the john.