Diary

The Flight of the Phoenixes?

You’ve probably noticed that I’ve been banging-on for some time (as have others) about the increasingly-poor competitive position of the U.S. tax system when compared with other jurisdictions. Noting that this has been a prime driver for the “outsourcing” that the tax-lovers are always screeching about, I’ve been wondering if the gap will get so bad that we’ll start to see entire firms – and eventually actual talent – fleeing for more hospitable jurisdictions.

And I’ve also noted that I’m not just a kibitzing pundit on this sort of thing – I’m personally in the middle of it, face these discrepancies, and worry about facing major personal dislocations ahead.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who has been having those dark thoughts on sleepless nights….

Bill Whittle has noted this situation and said so:

As an American and a patriot, I implore you – I go to my knees and beg you – LEAVE NOW.

Leave. Just go away. Retire to the Cayman Islands or Bermuda or wherever, but do it now, please, while you still have some love for this country. Close your companies, fire your employees, shutter your factories and offices, sell your property, and take all of that somewhere else… better yet: somewhere scenic but poverty-stricken. Somewhere that could use some wealth creation. Somewhere that people simply are grateful to have a job in the first place. Somewhere where you will be appreciated.

You are not welcome in America any more. Take your wealth and prosperity and inventiveness and hard work and vision and insight and bold risk-taking and joy in seeing growth and wealth creation and just go away – right now, before it’s too late. Because if you stay, Joel Berg and Barack Obama and Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi and Barney Frank and Chris Dodd will continue to come after you for more and more and more and they will not ever stop – not ever – until you are forced to flee. And when that day comes, you will go with not with fond remembrances and a desire to return home, but rather a black heart and hard and bitter memories.

That’s bracing stuff, and it requires little comment – except to note that circumstances have me as a participant rather than a spectator.

(BTW, follow the link and read the whole thing – the second half of his discourse is a rarity in being personal yet strikingly poignant….)