A tax on groceries is nothing to laugh at. Time to end the bad joke.

I have an idea.

The State of Alabama can solve much of our revenue problem by charging Jon Stewart for comedy material.  If we are going to be laughed at, we should at least get paid for it like all successful clowns and jesters.

And we are successful.  We take serious matters like Sharia Law and Abortion and make them laughing matters. And ourselves as well.

So why give our dignity away when we might make a little money.  Perhaps we could then finally fund the new "Pistols for Preschoolers" program or  insure that Alabama is the number one toxic landfill for North America.

Perhaps all that is a little harsh.  But I am tired of my home being laughed at.  And I am tired of deserving it.

So let's do something about it.  This year. In the next few months lets do something  that is right and good and doable and that everyone should agree with. Even Jon Stewart, even if it's not funny.

Yes, it is once again time to do away with Alabama's  sales tax on groceries.  This time comes every year as the Alabama legislature goes into session.  Let's make it the last year I have to post on this topic. It should be fairly easy to get the legislature to act.  Taxing the food that poor people struggle to buy does not make Jesus happy.  And according to most of the candidates, they were nominated by Jesus for the job.

The issue hasn't changed.  Here is part of a strange unpublished post from last year 2014.  Apparently I was a little angry at the time. Skip it and scroll on down past the italics below and you won't miss much except perhaps an insight into an a weary psyche:

I am inspired by Cliven Bundy, the rancher in Nevada who rallied armed and cooly uniformed militias  to come to his defense against the United States of America, which was trying to steal his cattle over the silly little matter of Bundy failing to pay for grazing rights on federal land to the tune of  a million bucks or so.

I'm ready to bring that franchise to Alabama.   Call it AlaCliven Arise, or  or Alabundy Possible or something like that.

So here's what we do.  You go into a grocery store. Put  your groceries on the conveyor belt at the check-out..   When the check-out clerk tells you how much you owe, quickly check how much of that is State of Alabama and municipal sales tax. Pay them what you owe, minus the sales tax.  If the clerk, lackey of the government, demands that you pay the sales tax, grab the bags and take off, shouting something like, "Give me free Spam, or give me Chef . . . Boy Ardee ," or "Free Tangelo's,"  or "Viva la Yams,"  or "Don't Tread on Peas," or "We dare defend our fries."  . If they come after you, grab a banana from the bag, hold it on the stem end and wave it around wildly.  It will look like you are armed and dangerous, ideally. That will slow them down for a little while, especially if you shop at night.  There will be militia men and women close by who will join in your defense in the parking lot.  You may not be able to see them, but they are there, they are there. And they are just itchin' to shoot them a check out clerk, collection agent for the government.

 But here is 2013's post.  It is not so crazy.  Actually pretty informative.  Food for thought . . .plus nine percent sales tax.

And 2011's post. Food for thought, let me figure the tax on that.

And 2009's post.  The poor will always be with us, unless we starve them to death.

And 2008's post.  Bringing home the groceries.

And I skipped a couple.

Please. Call your legislator.  Write your legislator.  Go see your legislator at the capitol.  I've got other things I want to write about.  Let's do something good. It may not make anyone laugh.

But there will be a whole lot of smiles.

More later.  This is the year.

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